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Barb and me exchanged another look a last, quick kiss and lied down on our crosses. They were on the ground, side by side, a few meters apart.
The men started to fasten our arms securely to the crosses with more plastic cinches. In my case they also tied my ankles together with my knees bent at an angle.
Alba kneeled by my left wrist and put a rubber piece in my mouth.
“Bite on this hard and hold fast. You want me to do a good job with your nailing Carlos, so don't thrash too much”.
Her deputy was doing the same with Barb. I nodded to Alba and looked for Barb's eyes.
During the next five minutes we tried to maintain eye contact. Sometimes obstructed by the movements of our executioners, but most of the time we managed to convey the mutual support that would be our main objective during the rest of our lives.
I jumped and grunted when Alba delivered the first blow and the nail went cleanly through my left wrist. Two more quick hits of the hammer left my left arm perfectly nailed to my cross. I was hearing the high-pitched wails of Barb.
We knew that this pain was nothing compared with what we will experience when our crosses were erected and the weight of our bodies started to kill us. So, we took the nailing with relative poise and tried not to thrash or cry out too much.
In a matter of minutes my second nail was put in place by the Latina ex-sergeant and she did expertly pierce my feet together to the wood with a third long spike.
She removed the rubber from my mouth and I anxiously took several deep breaths while looking for Barb. She had her arms nailed.
Almost immediately, several men surrounded my cross and started to raise it. It was extremely painful and an eerie sensation. It seemed I was going to fall from the cross but of course I did not. When the pole fell in the hole prepared for that, the jolt almost made me faint. I felt my weight pulling on my wrist and I couldn't breathe. I pushed on my feet nail for the first time and found they had fitted small sedile on my cross. I was able to perch myself on it and breathing became possible again. In exchange I experienced an acute pain in my crotch, but I held there for the time being.
I was crucified!
Everybody, including Barb was looking at me. They probably found the vision of a real body nailed naked on a cross, quite shocking and arousing. Being a hopeless exhibitionist, I couldn't help but to feel a certain sensation of sick fulfillment.
I looked down and I saw Barb's cross still lying on the ground. She had her arms nailed to her patibulum and Arthur was rapidly disrobing. Soon he stood stark naked in front of Barb. He was sporting a huge erection.
“Well Barb, I have read and studied every word you wrote in the forums.
There is a text by you I specially like:
...I’d like to be nailed wrists and feet (four nails), and be raped immediately and brutally thereafter by a male onlooker from the crowd, while I am still lying on the ground.
After my rising, I wish to be whipped on the breasts and belly to encourage my writhing and twisting and finally impaled with a cornu stuck up my pussy.
Well, I’m afraid I am going to make your fantasy true!”
Barb looked at him, stopped thrashing and parted her legs.
It was hard to read her feelings, but even in my predicament my eyes went to her pussy. Her cunt lips and landing strip looked incredibly exciting and I even glimpsed the tender pink of her inner folds.
Arthur didn't waste any time and lied on top of her. He started caressing her tits and looking for her lips. She didn't resist much. Soon he moved forward and impaled her deep.
She gasped and he started humping filling her with a passion and a desire built during years of fantasizing and day dreaming.
I think Barb was trying to keep her distance, but when Arthur screamed in a shattering climax, she let out a small cry that could have been one of unexpected, even unwanted, pleasure.
Mr. Willie reluctantly got up from Barb after tenderly kissing her mouth, boobs and cunt. He was clearly shaken by what he had just experienced, and put his shorts and T-shirt back on with his eyes still glued to the gorgeous female body pinned in front of him.
Quickly now her feet were put on the stipe and her executioner efficiently nailed them to it. She grunted her immense pain but held her poise well. Her cross was grabbed and moved to the vertical in a fluid motion while she cried out in surprise.
Two minutes later our crosses were secured and our crucifixion completed. It was still difficult to accept that we had been crucified in Minnesota in the 21st century. I could even discern the skyline of Minneapolis in the horizon!
I looked now in awe at Barb beautiful body hanging stretched on her cross. Fortunately, we had been positioned at an angle that allowed us to see each other clearly.
She was the most erotic image I had ever contemplated!
Her beautiful face with her hair in a ponytail, her breast swaying with her motions, the curve of her hips, her shapely legs and her partially open pussy were totally hypnotic for me!
“You both look really good on your crosses!” Exclaimed Alba getting me out of my reverie.
I looked at her, at Arthur and at the rest of the men. It was clear they found us an arousing sight. And that ignited back my own arousal. I looked at Barb again and felt my manhood rising higher.
Barb and me exchanged another look a last, quick kiss and lied down on our crosses. They were on the ground, side by side, a few meters apart.
The men started to fasten our arms securely to the crosses with more plastic cinches. In my case they also tied my ankles together with my knees bent at an angle.
Alba kneeled by my left wrist and put a rubber piece in my mouth.
“Bite on this hard and hold fast. You want me to do a good job with your nailing Carlos, so don't thrash too much”.
Her deputy was doing the same with Barb. I nodded to Alba and looked for Barb's eyes.
During the next five minutes we tried to maintain eye contact. Sometimes obstructed by the movements of our executioners, but most of the time we managed to convey the mutual support that would be our main objective during the rest of our lives.
I jumped and grunted when Alba delivered the first blow and the nail went cleanly through my left wrist. Two more quick hits of the hammer left my left arm perfectly nailed to my cross. I was hearing the high-pitched wails of Barb.
We knew that this pain was nothing compared with what we will experience when our crosses were erected and the weight of our bodies started to kill us. So, we took the nailing with relative poise and tried not to thrash or cry out too much.
In a matter of minutes my second nail was put in place by the Latina ex-sergeant and she did expertly pierce my feet together to the wood with a third long spike.
She removed the rubber from my mouth and I anxiously took several deep breaths while looking for Barb. She had her arms nailed.
Almost immediately, several men surrounded my cross and started to raise it. It was extremely painful and an eerie sensation. It seemed I was going to fall from the cross but of course I did not. When the pole fell in the hole prepared for that, the jolt almost made me faint. I felt my weight pulling on my wrist and I couldn't breathe. I pushed on my feet nail for the first time and found they had fitted small sedile on my cross. I was able to perch myself on it and breathing became possible again. In exchange I experienced an acute pain in my crotch, but I held there for the time being.
I was crucified!
Everybody, including Barb was looking at me. They probably found the vision of a real body nailed naked on a cross, quite shocking and arousing. Being a hopeless exhibitionist, I couldn't help but to feel a certain sensation of sick fulfillment.
I looked down and I saw Barb's cross still lying on the ground. She had her arms nailed to her patibulum and Arthur was rapidly disrobing. Soon he stood stark naked in front of Barb. He was sporting a huge erection.
“Well Barb, I have read and studied every word you wrote in the forums.
There is a text by you I specially like:
...I’d like to be nailed wrists and feet (four nails), and be raped immediately and brutally thereafter by a male onlooker from the crowd, while I am still lying on the ground.
After my rising, I wish to be whipped on the breasts and belly to encourage my writhing and twisting and finally impaled with a cornu stuck up my pussy.
Well, I’m afraid I am going to make your fantasy true!”
Barb looked at him, stopped thrashing and parted her legs.
It was hard to read her feelings, but even in my predicament my eyes went to her pussy. Her cunt lips and landing strip looked incredibly exciting and I even glimpsed the tender pink of her inner folds.
Arthur didn't waste any time and lied on top of her. He started caressing her tits and looking for her lips. She didn't resist much. Soon he moved forward and impaled her deep.
She gasped and he started humping filling her with a passion and a desire built during years of fantasizing and day dreaming.
I think Barb was trying to keep her distance, but when Arthur screamed in a shattering climax, she let out a small cry that could have been one of unexpected, even unwanted, pleasure.
Mr. Willie reluctantly got up from Barb after tenderly kissing her mouth, boobs and cunt. He was clearly shaken by what he had just experienced, and put his shorts and T-shirt back on with his eyes still glued to the gorgeous female body pinned in front of him.
Quickly now her feet were put on the stipe and her executioner efficiently nailed them to it. She grunted her immense pain but held her poise well. Her cross was grabbed and moved to the vertical in a fluid motion while she cried out in surprise.
Two minutes later our crosses were secured and our crucifixion completed. It was still difficult to accept that we had been crucified in Minnesota in the 21st century. I could even discern the skyline of Minneapolis in the horizon!
I looked now in awe at Barb beautiful body hanging stretched on her cross. Fortunately, we had been positioned at an angle that allowed us to see each other clearly.
She was the most erotic image I had ever contemplated!
Her beautiful face with her hair in a ponytail, her breast swaying with her motions, the curve of her hips, her shapely legs and her partially open pussy were totally hypnotic for me!
“You both look really good on your crosses!” Exclaimed Alba getting me out of my reverie.
I looked at her, at Arthur and at the rest of the men. It was clear they found us an arousing sight. And that ignited back my own arousal. I looked at Barb again and felt my manhood rising higher.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
"Anything you write on CF shall be used against you!"
(during your crucifixion!).
Great chapter, Carlos!
When I wrote that I never imagined anyone would take it seriously and act on it
carloscruz
Governor
VI
“All right Mr. Willie. It is done. Time to settle if you don't mind” said Alba's deputy getting a nod of approval from her.
“Don't be so arrogant. Who do you think you are? You will get your money when I say so!” The billionaire's shot back angrily.
“Sorry Sir, but that wasn't what we agreed. I must insist. We didn't want to go this far and you promised!”
Still arguing they started to move away from our crosses and I couldn't follow their dialog any longer.
Besides I had more pressing problems. Like breathing or coping with my torture and pain.
They kept arguing and another of the ex-rangers joined them and the three men started to walk back towards the house. Arthur was reluctant to leave the crucifixion site and looked often over his shoulder in the direction of Barb's cross.
Alba placed a cornu on Barb’s vertical pole and hammered in place while two of her men held the crucified body up holding her by her bum.
When Alba finished, they released Barb’s body.
On her way down she had no other choice than impale herself on the cornu, taking it up her pussy with a loud grunt.
It took her some time, but after some minutes, it looked like she had settled down a bit.
Probably the drug was doing its effect or our bodies were getting used to the torture, or both; because we were now able to look at each other and even talk a little while perching on her cornu and my sedile.
“How are you doing Barb?” I asked.
“As expected, I guess” she answered in gasps but nevertheless smiling. “It hurts like hell…but I see you are excited Carlos”.
“Yes. A little” I confessed. The fact was that my sick mind and the drug were doing their tricks and I was aroused by my situation.
Exposed naked, nailed on a cross, being observed by an audience and looking at my beautiful naked cross-mate had gotten me a rock-hard erection again.
“Well, it shames me, but I am excited too”. said Barb pushing up, slipping down from her cornu and letting her arms take her weight. I noticed she was trying to rub her thighs together.
Soon she pushed up again, took her cornu and moved up and down with her eyes shut.
I knew she was dying. We were being killed and I was outraged by that and by the total unfairness of what was happening.
Nevertheless, Barb looked so beautiful crucified that I thought that, at that moment, I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world than with her! Crucified next to her!
I reflected that my mind seemed to have shifted into some kind of sick submissive mode. Perhaps due to the drug, perhaps as a twisted mental defense mechanism.
“Time for your whipping Barb!” Said Alba.
She was holding a whip composed by several long leather straps attached to a wooden handled.
Taking the right distance, she started flogging Barb’s breasts with force, from left to right and from right to left.
She included some whiplashes to her belly too and Barb really whither and twisted in the most erotic way!
Her tits moved from side to side under the whip in such a way that I could not tear my eyes from her swaying tits.
When Alba finished and retired, my loved crucified remained limply impaled on her cornu for a while.
After that, we fought the cross for some more time, only minutes probably. We twisted, pushed down, hanged by our wrists or perched on our supports. Trying to get a good deep breath…always losing the combat.
Then, I heard some commotion and raised my head to take look.
Arthur Willie was returning towards the crucifixion site.
However, he was again stark naked and was being pushed and half carried by the deputy and the other ex-soldier while he angrily protested.
“Alba! This viper wanted to double-cross us. He didn't want to pay what we agreed and even threatened with denouncing us to the police!” The deputy reported when he got close enough to be heard clearly.
“Arthur, Arthur!” she said shaking her head “How could you be so stupid? All right, you know what we discussed. Crucify him with the other two!”
“What?” scrammed Arthur. “Are you crazy, bitch? You are all scum! Who do you think you are? Do you remember who I am? You can't touch me!”
The whole platoon surrounded the naked man, towering high over him. Alba approached him until their faces almost touched.
“You are the scum. We didn't want to go this far. You insisted!
And you are the one with no word. Do you think you can cheat us of what is ours and even threaten us with the police? Now you got yourself a cross.
Prepare him I will nail him myself”. finished Alba.
“No! Let's talk I will give you…” shouted even louder Arthur.
“Too late! When you threatened us with police, you crossed the line. We cannot trust you anymore. Lie on your cross, now!”
A cross had been brought from some place behind us. A still protesting Arthur was forced to lie and extend his extremities on it. Several plastic straps soon bound him tightly to the beams.
“Well Carlos! I didn’t anticipate this, but it looks like you are going to get your venganza!” Said Alba looking up to me.
“Listen to me!” said Alba approaching the cross where Arthur was lying. She was already holding a mallet and a spike on her hands.
“I don't give a damn about what you think or feel. Like it or not, you are going to die nailed on that cross. And as I told them before” she said pointing to us with her chin.
“You want me to do a clean job with your nailing. So, I strongly advise you to stay still and take it like a man!”
“You, dirty Mexican whore!” spitted Arthur.
“All right, I am a Mexican whore” laughed Alba “But Arthur you are naked, about to be nailed on a cross and you are going to die on it no matter what. So how is going to be? Are you going to cooperate or not?”
He looked at her intently before nodding his reluctant agreement. He ceased his struggles and looked up to the blue sky waiting for the first blow.
He grunted a lot while Alba hammered the spikes through his body, but mostly, stayed in place bravely.
“Give me the drug at least! I want a shot! I don't want to last days here!” He demanded when he recovered a little from the pain. He looked in utter amazement to the big nails protruding from his wrists.
“Well, that could be arranged. Tell you what, if you give us what is ours, we'll drug you. We want the money you promised us for crucifying this two”. Said Alba. “Besides, I don’t want you still being able to talk for days. We won’t stay long”
“All right. You know where the safe box is in this house. Your money is in there. The combination is “Barbaria1”!” Arthur cried.
Barb looked down from her cross at Arthur quite surprised.
“Barabaria1! You are really on her, aren't you Arthur? What a dirty pervert you are!” laughed Alba.
Give him a shot of the drug. I am sure he is telling the truth. And raise his cross, let him join the others”. she ended.
While one of the team went to the house to check Arthur's statement and bring the money, he was injected with a dose of the drug.
Then, the men took his cross and erected it next to ours. We were now three naked bodies hanging on their crosses.
If not for the reality of my pain, I would not have believed this was real. Not only we were being put to death by crucifixion in Minnesota in 2021, but also one of us was Arthur Willie!
He went through his first moment on the cross as was to be expected. Frantically trying to find a position less painful or thrashing and pushing to see if he could breathe.
“Everything was there, as he said!” shouted the man who went to the house. He was holding high a black gym bag.
“Good! Soon we will leave”. Said the deputy.”Our scape plan is in place.”
Arthur was now fighting his cross with less intensity and looking around him. He was probably in the process of accepting his death and destiny with the help of the injection. His penis was now hard and pointing upwards.
We were placed at angles, with Barb's cross between Arthur's and mine. She was the main attraction and the queen of the party.
Arthur looked at her, pushed himself up and started to speak hoarsely.
“I didn't expect to find myself in this situation. However, I have to admit it is probably quite fair.
I just couldn't resist the temptation of crucifying the two of you.
Especially you Barb. You are so sexy!
Look, I am very sorry I killed you both. Yes, perhaps this is what I deserve.
Now, I am crucified WITH you Barb…Again, I am sorry…”
“It does not matter any longer.” Answered Barb “Now we are just three condemned dying together. Sharing our crucifixion…”
Alba approached the base of my cross and put her hand on my left hip.
“I am sorry too Comandante, Sir. It wasn’t personal I wish I didn't have to do it!”
“Don't call me Sir, Sargent! I have no honor left. I surrendered and didn’t fight hard enough for Barb!”
“Don't say that. You never had a choice, believe me!” Said the beautiful ex-NCO.
Barb was looking at me from her cross. She nodded in silent agreement and that, meant a lot to me.
“Barb, Carlos, I think it is too late to save your lives. Even without the drug, I am sure you won't survive. But if you want, we could get you down from your crosses.” offered Alba.
Barb and I exchanged a look and she answered for the both of us.
“No, thanks. We stay. We are dead anyway and reached this point, we prefer to live our fantasy to the end”.
I thought she was right. Perhaps, in the end, it wasn´t a bad way to die.
“All right. I understand.” nodded Alba “We will try to help you though”.
Now Alba turned to Arthur's cross.
“Arthur, do you know what I think? I think you are too clever to believe, even for a moment, that you could cheat us and get away with it. You even have our money ready in a bag.
What happened? Did you change your mind at the last moment?
Perhaps seeing the woman you had been fantasizing with for years, crucified in real life, really shocked you. Did you decide then to join her and share her destiny?”
“That is completely absurd!” grunted Arthur Willie from his cross. “You have killed me. I didn't want to die!”
“Whatever you say” accepted Alba with a wry smile “And no. I don't think any of you wanted to die.
However, there you are, nailed on your crosses and I see two very hard cocks, pointed nipples and I bet your pussy is very wet Barb”.
“Total nonsense!” Arthur was the only one answering.
“I know about the drug effects” said Alba in a dreamy voice “But still I think deep inside, the three of you wanted this…the cross”
This time we didn't bother arguing.
Without a word Alba, still at the base of my cross, started caressing me and soon took my penis in her lips.
Two of his men, taking her clue, went to Barb and began tenderly touching her body. The lips of one of the men followed her landing strip to the folds of her pussy.
We both were moaning and thrashing by now and soon we exploded in an almost simultaneous climax.
“Oh! God! Thanks!” gasped Barb.
Alba retired while I thanked her too with my eyes. She went to a surprised Arthur and without exchanging a word, administered him his last pleasures. This time with her hand.
Probably concepts like pain, reality or death were fading in our drugged and strained minds. We were experiencing a certain peace and a sensation close to fulfillment.
All the ex-soldiers turned away and started to return to the house.
After a few steps, Alba stopped and looked again to the three naked bodies nailed on the crosses.
“Definitely, you look very hot crucified naked. What a way to go!” She said with a estrange light in her eyes.
With those words, she left us in the care of our crosses.
THE END.
“All right Mr. Willie. It is done. Time to settle if you don't mind” said Alba's deputy getting a nod of approval from her.
“Don't be so arrogant. Who do you think you are? You will get your money when I say so!” The billionaire's shot back angrily.
“Sorry Sir, but that wasn't what we agreed. I must insist. We didn't want to go this far and you promised!”
Still arguing they started to move away from our crosses and I couldn't follow their dialog any longer.
Besides I had more pressing problems. Like breathing or coping with my torture and pain.
They kept arguing and another of the ex-rangers joined them and the three men started to walk back towards the house. Arthur was reluctant to leave the crucifixion site and looked often over his shoulder in the direction of Barb's cross.
Alba placed a cornu on Barb’s vertical pole and hammered in place while two of her men held the crucified body up holding her by her bum.
When Alba finished, they released Barb’s body.
On her way down she had no other choice than impale herself on the cornu, taking it up her pussy with a loud grunt.
It took her some time, but after some minutes, it looked like she had settled down a bit.
Probably the drug was doing its effect or our bodies were getting used to the torture, or both; because we were now able to look at each other and even talk a little while perching on her cornu and my sedile.
“How are you doing Barb?” I asked.
“As expected, I guess” she answered in gasps but nevertheless smiling. “It hurts like hell…but I see you are excited Carlos”.
“Yes. A little” I confessed. The fact was that my sick mind and the drug were doing their tricks and I was aroused by my situation.
Exposed naked, nailed on a cross, being observed by an audience and looking at my beautiful naked cross-mate had gotten me a rock-hard erection again.
“Well, it shames me, but I am excited too”. said Barb pushing up, slipping down from her cornu and letting her arms take her weight. I noticed she was trying to rub her thighs together.
Soon she pushed up again, took her cornu and moved up and down with her eyes shut.
I knew she was dying. We were being killed and I was outraged by that and by the total unfairness of what was happening.
Nevertheless, Barb looked so beautiful crucified that I thought that, at that moment, I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world than with her! Crucified next to her!
I reflected that my mind seemed to have shifted into some kind of sick submissive mode. Perhaps due to the drug, perhaps as a twisted mental defense mechanism.
“Time for your whipping Barb!” Said Alba.
She was holding a whip composed by several long leather straps attached to a wooden handled.
Taking the right distance, she started flogging Barb’s breasts with force, from left to right and from right to left.
She included some whiplashes to her belly too and Barb really whither and twisted in the most erotic way!
Her tits moved from side to side under the whip in such a way that I could not tear my eyes from her swaying tits.
When Alba finished and retired, my loved crucified remained limply impaled on her cornu for a while.
After that, we fought the cross for some more time, only minutes probably. We twisted, pushed down, hanged by our wrists or perched on our supports. Trying to get a good deep breath…always losing the combat.
Then, I heard some commotion and raised my head to take look.
Arthur Willie was returning towards the crucifixion site.
However, he was again stark naked and was being pushed and half carried by the deputy and the other ex-soldier while he angrily protested.
“Alba! This viper wanted to double-cross us. He didn't want to pay what we agreed and even threatened with denouncing us to the police!” The deputy reported when he got close enough to be heard clearly.
“Arthur, Arthur!” she said shaking her head “How could you be so stupid? All right, you know what we discussed. Crucify him with the other two!”
“What?” scrammed Arthur. “Are you crazy, bitch? You are all scum! Who do you think you are? Do you remember who I am? You can't touch me!”
The whole platoon surrounded the naked man, towering high over him. Alba approached him until their faces almost touched.
“You are the scum. We didn't want to go this far. You insisted!
And you are the one with no word. Do you think you can cheat us of what is ours and even threaten us with the police? Now you got yourself a cross.
Prepare him I will nail him myself”. finished Alba.
“No! Let's talk I will give you…” shouted even louder Arthur.
“Too late! When you threatened us with police, you crossed the line. We cannot trust you anymore. Lie on your cross, now!”
A cross had been brought from some place behind us. A still protesting Arthur was forced to lie and extend his extremities on it. Several plastic straps soon bound him tightly to the beams.
“Well Carlos! I didn’t anticipate this, but it looks like you are going to get your venganza!” Said Alba looking up to me.
“Listen to me!” said Alba approaching the cross where Arthur was lying. She was already holding a mallet and a spike on her hands.
“I don't give a damn about what you think or feel. Like it or not, you are going to die nailed on that cross. And as I told them before” she said pointing to us with her chin.
“You want me to do a clean job with your nailing. So, I strongly advise you to stay still and take it like a man!”
“You, dirty Mexican whore!” spitted Arthur.
“All right, I am a Mexican whore” laughed Alba “But Arthur you are naked, about to be nailed on a cross and you are going to die on it no matter what. So how is going to be? Are you going to cooperate or not?”
He looked at her intently before nodding his reluctant agreement. He ceased his struggles and looked up to the blue sky waiting for the first blow.
He grunted a lot while Alba hammered the spikes through his body, but mostly, stayed in place bravely.
“Give me the drug at least! I want a shot! I don't want to last days here!” He demanded when he recovered a little from the pain. He looked in utter amazement to the big nails protruding from his wrists.
“Well, that could be arranged. Tell you what, if you give us what is ours, we'll drug you. We want the money you promised us for crucifying this two”. Said Alba. “Besides, I don’t want you still being able to talk for days. We won’t stay long”
“All right. You know where the safe box is in this house. Your money is in there. The combination is “Barbaria1”!” Arthur cried.
Barb looked down from her cross at Arthur quite surprised.
“Barabaria1! You are really on her, aren't you Arthur? What a dirty pervert you are!” laughed Alba.
Give him a shot of the drug. I am sure he is telling the truth. And raise his cross, let him join the others”. she ended.
While one of the team went to the house to check Arthur's statement and bring the money, he was injected with a dose of the drug.
Then, the men took his cross and erected it next to ours. We were now three naked bodies hanging on their crosses.
If not for the reality of my pain, I would not have believed this was real. Not only we were being put to death by crucifixion in Minnesota in 2021, but also one of us was Arthur Willie!
He went through his first moment on the cross as was to be expected. Frantically trying to find a position less painful or thrashing and pushing to see if he could breathe.
“Everything was there, as he said!” shouted the man who went to the house. He was holding high a black gym bag.
“Good! Soon we will leave”. Said the deputy.”Our scape plan is in place.”
Arthur was now fighting his cross with less intensity and looking around him. He was probably in the process of accepting his death and destiny with the help of the injection. His penis was now hard and pointing upwards.
We were placed at angles, with Barb's cross between Arthur's and mine. She was the main attraction and the queen of the party.
Arthur looked at her, pushed himself up and started to speak hoarsely.
“I didn't expect to find myself in this situation. However, I have to admit it is probably quite fair.
I just couldn't resist the temptation of crucifying the two of you.
Especially you Barb. You are so sexy!
Look, I am very sorry I killed you both. Yes, perhaps this is what I deserve.
Now, I am crucified WITH you Barb…Again, I am sorry…”
“It does not matter any longer.” Answered Barb “Now we are just three condemned dying together. Sharing our crucifixion…”
Alba approached the base of my cross and put her hand on my left hip.
“I am sorry too Comandante, Sir. It wasn’t personal I wish I didn't have to do it!”
“Don't call me Sir, Sargent! I have no honor left. I surrendered and didn’t fight hard enough for Barb!”
“Don't say that. You never had a choice, believe me!” Said the beautiful ex-NCO.
Barb was looking at me from her cross. She nodded in silent agreement and that, meant a lot to me.
“Barb, Carlos, I think it is too late to save your lives. Even without the drug, I am sure you won't survive. But if you want, we could get you down from your crosses.” offered Alba.
Barb and I exchanged a look and she answered for the both of us.
“No, thanks. We stay. We are dead anyway and reached this point, we prefer to live our fantasy to the end”.
I thought she was right. Perhaps, in the end, it wasn´t a bad way to die.
“All right. I understand.” nodded Alba “We will try to help you though”.
Now Alba turned to Arthur's cross.
“Arthur, do you know what I think? I think you are too clever to believe, even for a moment, that you could cheat us and get away with it. You even have our money ready in a bag.
What happened? Did you change your mind at the last moment?
Perhaps seeing the woman you had been fantasizing with for years, crucified in real life, really shocked you. Did you decide then to join her and share her destiny?”
“That is completely absurd!” grunted Arthur Willie from his cross. “You have killed me. I didn't want to die!”
“Whatever you say” accepted Alba with a wry smile “And no. I don't think any of you wanted to die.
However, there you are, nailed on your crosses and I see two very hard cocks, pointed nipples and I bet your pussy is very wet Barb”.
“Total nonsense!” Arthur was the only one answering.
“I know about the drug effects” said Alba in a dreamy voice “But still I think deep inside, the three of you wanted this…the cross”
This time we didn't bother arguing.
Without a word Alba, still at the base of my cross, started caressing me and soon took my penis in her lips.
Two of his men, taking her clue, went to Barb and began tenderly touching her body. The lips of one of the men followed her landing strip to the folds of her pussy.
We both were moaning and thrashing by now and soon we exploded in an almost simultaneous climax.
“Oh! God! Thanks!” gasped Barb.
Alba retired while I thanked her too with my eyes. She went to a surprised Arthur and without exchanging a word, administered him his last pleasures. This time with her hand.
Probably concepts like pain, reality or death were fading in our drugged and strained minds. We were experiencing a certain peace and a sensation close to fulfillment.
All the ex-soldiers turned away and started to return to the house.
After a few steps, Alba stopped and looked again to the three naked bodies nailed on the crosses.
“Definitely, you look very hot crucified naked. What a way to go!” She said with a estrange light in her eyes.
With those words, she left us in the care of our crosses.
THE END.
tygavin
Magistrate
Great job
I did have to make a choice. There were two options.
I always was a forgiving sort of person
Well mannered too!
THIS WAS FUN. GREAT STORY, CARLOS.
LOVED IT
carloscruz
Governor
Thanks a lot for your support. I hope you had some fun reading it!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The end? Already?
The solitary landscape with three crosses with their human load! It stirs the imagination!
Barb, crucified with two admirers! Fantasies that come true!
Great! Well done, Carlos!
carloscruz
Governor
Thank you very much for your help!The end? Already?
The solitary landscape with three crosses with their human load! It stirs the imagination!
Barb, crucified with two admirers! Fantasies that come true!
Great! Well done, Carlos!
I will try not crucify Barb for a while!
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carloscruz
Governor
It is clearly impossible. Like the rest is just fantasy.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
The story runs as long as there are witnesses. It stops when they are left alone on their crosses. So it is logic anyway!
An like Carlos says : it is first of all fantasy and imagination!
Thank you @carloscruz , delightful twist at the end, I suppose having 3 crucified is traditional, I assume Barb had the Christ position and you were Dismas, while Arthur was left the position of dishonour
I imagine a Minnesota wind blowing past their suffering bodies, carrying their occasional moans afield, voices lost in the susseration of the grass…
I imagine a Minnesota wind blowing past their suffering bodies, carrying their occasional moans afield, voices lost in the susseration of the grass…
carloscruz
Governor
I am glad you liked and thank you.
About the Christ crucifixion the truth is that crucifixions excites me in spite of the fact thar He was executed that way. No religious conection for me.
Consensual executions excites me, specially if the audience gets sexual pleasure.
carloscruz
Governor
nicole
Tribune
me too. I often imagine myself giving myself up to an executioner to be crucified naked in public. nothing to do with religion
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
She has in the pic (a bit enlarged version here
And from time to time the rustling of a Minnesota farmer's tractor. But these are very practical people, not so easliy distracted, and focused on farming.
regalado1234
Condemned
So they were left there for dying? Or the drug kills you in that same day? Weren't they going to brake theirs legs?