HUMILLADERO , a Consensual Group Crucifixion

[carloscruz]

DISCLAIMER

Here you have another version of my main dirty fantasy: My crucifixion.
I dream of being in a cross, nailed, naked, with other men and women and in public.

It is always the same fantasy in the end, and because of that that you will find ideas, phrases and even paragraphs from other of my stories.

This time the version is based in the temptation of going to a place where I could be crucified for real with others like me, ending up all of this turmoil once and for old.
Of course, I know I will regret my stupidity the moment they get me up. Particularly, since the wonder drug it´s just another fantasy.

But isn’t it tempting?


HUMILLADERO



A group of dominants used the CF to summon all the members with declared submissive tendencies and crucifixion fantasies.
They offered them their ultimate fantasy: a real crucifixion.
To be executed nailed naked on a cross.

The event would take place in an abandoned country estate in the south of Spain.
A “cortijo” called “Humilladero”.
I was surrounded by extensive land and auxiliary buildings.
About two dozens of men and women were invited to witness the procedures.

Seven of the summoned members surprisingly showed up, apparently ready to die on the cross. Four men and three women.
They arrived almost at the same time.

A woman, the leader of the Group was waiting for them on the steps that led to the main house’s door.
She was dressed in tight pants.

They didn´t know, but her name was Magadalena de la Lastra. She was a career Army officer. Full colonel, commanding a prestigious cavalry regiment.
She was from a rich family and just inherited the ruins of the “Humilladero” and planned to fully restore it.
Most of the members of her group had met in the military and we weren´t the first to be executed by her group.
But she only admitted volunteers.

She now told the new arrivals to strip naked and leave clothes, jewellery, keys, everything, in their cars.

They looked at each other and it was clear that they were all pleased to see that they were not going to be alone, they were going to share their crucifixion with others.

The women were between forty and fifty years old, still with nice bodies. One had black hair and pale skin, the second was blonde and the other had auburn hair shoulder length.

One of the men was about forty. The other three older, perhaps over sixty but all of them, men and women looked good naked.

Apparently the seven also had in common their obsession with the cross, and the decision to take the last step, once and for all.

They went inside of what was left of the house, and put on line facing the Leader and one male member assisting her.

She went one by one and asked what each tituli should have written on it.
Her assistant wrote the answers and each one was asked to turn around and cross their wrists at their backs.

All obeyed in turn, and the Leader offered them bottles with a liquid.

-It is a mix of drugs. A formula one of us, a brilliant pharmacologist, developed. It will help you a lot with the pain. It will also help with your sexual arousal.
On the other hand, it is very toxic, but in your circumstances that is another advantage. You will only suffer on your crosses hours, not days.

You are here to die for our sexual pleasure. Now get out, let´s start with your execution!

They were led to an overgrowth garden were about two dozen men and women were waiting. They let out a god humoured cheer when they noticed the seven naked and bound crucificands. Let’s call them crucificands for the time being.
The bound men were sporting big erections and the women showed also clear signs of sexual arousal. One had her pussy shaved, another had trimmed pubic hair and the third a landing strip down to her slit.

-These dumb submissives had shown up here on their own will. I don´t know what is in their sick minds, but I have no doubt they deserve what they are going to suffer!
Take them to crucify! – declared the Leader.

At the first row of spectators stood an attractive couple. They were members of the Group, husband and wife. Also, in their early sixties.

The woman looked at her husband in the eyes and took his hand. He understood her question and nodded.

She took a step forward and said:

-Actually, we would also like to be executed. But instead of the cross, hang us together, please. – she asked to the surprise of the group.

After a moment's hesitation, the Leader conceded:

-So be it! Take off your clothes!

Soon they were also naked and showing also obvious signs of arousal.
It was evidently a very deviant and sick group!

Another member tied their hands and soon two hanging nooses were ready and passed around their necks.
The extra ropes were coiled and put on their bound hands.

-Hold this until it is needed! – they instructed the couple.

Husband and wife exchanged a look full of conflicting feelings. Thay have been considering to make their fantasy true for many years. Now, it was going to happen at last!
They were about to die.
It was quite frightening, but on the other hand they were as excited as the other seven.

-Follow the procession. You will first watch these submissives being nailed and crucified.
Then, in exchange, you both will be hanged and they will see you die from their crosses. – explained the Leader.

They nodded. They liked the plan and followed the others.

It was quite clear that the event had been thoroughly prepared, probably even rehearsed.

They were first taken to a big tree, with strong branches. Each one of the crucificands was hanged from their wrists, their feet one meter from the ground.

The noosed couple witnessed the procedures from the side.

Four women and three men took long lariats and started delivering the punishment. The long leather threads coiled around the naked bodies at every stroke while they moaned and twisted.
But they didn´t beg and took the punishment well.

Seven heavy wooden beams were on the grass at the side of a path that led uphill.
Once the condemned were on the ground again, they took the wooden beams, their patibuli, and started to walk up the knoll, where several vertical stakes could be seen, waited for their bodies.

The couple followed suit.
The nine prisoners about to die exchanged looks among them.

The audience observed and followed the procession. They provided plenty of comments.
Some insulting and full of contempt, some encouraging, some admirative and even some, full of envy.
Several members started flogging them.

When they reached the top of the knoll, the beams were taken from their shoulders and the stakes taken down.
The naked submissives stood by observing how their crosses were assembled.

-Who is going to be first? – It was the attractive lady Leader, still dressed in tight riding pants, but bare now above her waist. - My name is Magdalena and I am in charge of your nailing.

One of the women walked to the lying wood.

-All right, lie down darling! We will take care of you from now on! As I said my name is Magdalena, what´s yours?

-Clara- the naked submissive answered. While obeying Magdalena´s instructions. She was the one with the dark long hair.

Several members, men and women, took positions around her cross. The lady in charge gave her instructions and cupped her mound starting to caress her pussy.

-You are wet, that´s good. The drugs will help you also. We´ll have you up in your cross in no time. Relax now.

Everybody else, including the rest of the prisoners to be executed, were observing in complete silence.

The other members got her fixed in position and others were ready with long nails and heavy mallets.
The lady executioner offered the naked woman lying on the cross a piece of thick rubber to bite on and asked her:

-Are you ready Honey?

The woman nodded.

-You sure? – she asked one more time.

The woman just took the rubber and leaned her head on her cross. She looked one moment at the nails and them up to the sky.

The lady in charge gave a signal and a well-rehearsed exercise took place in just a few moments, in front of us.

The hammers fell and the three nails went into her body almost at the same time.
She groaned loud and arched her up her body, but never actually fought her nailing.
The hammers kept banging and soon the process was completed. The nails cleanly across the wrists and the feet of the naked woman and deep into the wood.
Th lady executioner kept caressing the nailed woman´s pussy the whole time.

-Well done! You did very well!

She took back the rubber and Clara inhaled deeply several times. She took a look at her wrists, now with the big nails protruding.

-Drink some more and calm down honey! – said the lady in charge offering again a bottle.

She drunk several times, Magdalena always caressing her slit.

-Now we are going to get you on the vertical so your crucifixion can really start. Get ready Love!

Clara nodded and tensed.

Magdalena kissed her on the mouth and Clara returned it fiercely. The executioner´s hand squeezed one last time her sex and she took one step back.

-Maintain your composure and have a good death Love!

Her men and women took the cross in another precise movement and at her command, started to raise it.

The cross arched up, becoming erect. The stipe, the vertical post, felt back in his hole.
It was quickly secured with wooden wedges.
The woman nailed on the cross had been stunned by the raising, but now she was trying to breathe again and opened her eyes looking at the men and women that observed her in awe. She also looked at the others waiting to join her and die.

Her expression was pained, but determined. She wasn´t going to beg to be released. Everybody admired her at that moment.

 

[carloscruz]

The image she composed nailed naked on her cross was totally shocking. Very difficult to take.
So terrible and so sexy at the same time!

Until now, everybody could pretend that what was taken place was just another BDSM orgy, one more realistic role-play.
But now, everything suddenly, had become very real, deadly real!

Even the rope around the necks of the couple felt different.

Now it was very clear for them that very soon, it will close around their throats killing them.
The wife felt a shiver of fear down her spine and a tingling sensation in her wet pussy.

She looked at her husband and she knew he was thinking the same. She had never seen his cock throbbing like at that moment!
She got in front of him and putting her rope at her side, rubbed her bum on his erection and stroke it with her tied hands.

-Like François Villon wrote, Darling in his “Ballad of the Hanged Men”, we are about to learn the weight of our asses! – She whispered to him over her shoulder.

The other six self-condemned to the cross, followed suit. Magdalena took care of them in the same way.
She caressed and stroked their throbbing members and pussys while they were nailed, kissed their lips and wished them to have a good death.
They neither begged or refused to obey.

Very soon, they were also crucified with the woman. Forming a curved line. The cocks, pointing upwards and rock hard, the women cunts wet.

One to be crucified, perched himself in a small sedile.
They have been fixed to the stipes in order to provide some rest to the crucified, giving them the chance to breathe a little. All in exchange, for sure, of a very acute pain in the crotch.

-Thank you for putting me in my place. – he started declaring - I deserve to die on this cross…as I always dreamed.
I offer myself to you for your sexual pleasure. I hope you enjoy my pain and my humiliation.
I also offer myself to my fellow crucified. – he looked now at the other crosses at his right and left- I hope you also enjoy watching me in my cross, next to yours. Sharing with you the intimacy of our public crucifixion is a very exciting honour for me.
No regrets, enjoy my crucifixion! – He said looking back at the audience.

-Well said! We hope we will suffer a lot for your pleasure and die well! – said the woman crucified next to him.

The married couple was looking at each other and to the crosses.
In shock, fear, anticipation and arousal.
The husband´s cock was rock hard and the wife showed signs of high sexual arousal.

They were naked, bound and noosed. About to be executed. As they had dreamed for so long.
The people nailed on their crosses were an incredible view. They looked so sexy! Already executed. Nailed naked on the crosses. Their death, just a matter of time.

-If you want, you may fuck for the last time. We are not in a hurry. – the Leader told them. – when you finish, I will send you over there, to the old silo.
You will be hanged from the crane. Very high over the ground and we will watch you swing from here.


They looked at the silo and located the spot where they will die very soon.

The wife´s name was Cristina.
She kneeled in front of the crosses and leaned forward offering herself to her husband. For the last time!
Well, everything has to come to an end. And this was an opportunity too good to let it past. They had been fantasizing about this all their time together. They didn´t want to die, but this death was so exciting!

Soon, they would be too old to show themselves naked. Right now, she was able to get her husband immediately hard with her body, but for how long?
She looked at her left and saw the beam, high on the silo, where they will soon be hanging. Kicking their lives away. Together.

She felt her husband, Jean, getting behind her.
His member penetrated her deep. She pushed back impaling herself on his hard rod.
Both moaned. She looked at the men and the women crucified in front of them.
The image was so hot! So incredibly sexy!
They were obviously suffering, but they didn´t seem to regret their situation.
And they were obviously sexually excited. Cristina observed hard erections the men and pointed nipples and wet slits on the ladies. Same as herself.
They were excited by their exhibition, their humiliation and death.
And probably seeing them, Cristina and Jean, copulating in front of them, already prepared to be hanged, was also very arousing.

While maintaining eye contact with the crucified, they humped and groaned.
It was all right, she reflected. The experience was worth it´s price: their lives. Or so she thought, so far.

Soon, her husband emptied himself in her and she matched his climax with hers.

Moments later when they recover a little the Leader said, pointing to the nailed bodies:

-You may say goodbye to them.

The wife stood up, getting his husband penis out of her, and approached the base of the crosses.

-Thank you for letting us witness your execution. We hope you enjoy ours. We´ll try to last long and give you a good show with our thrashing!

-Our pleasure! You two have a good death! – answered one of the women.

The wife nodded and reaching up kissed and licked her labia during a long instant. Next, she went to the men and took their erections in her mouth too. Last she kissed the other women labia.

Her husband did the same with the seven crucified.

-Well done! Now, climb to the old silo´s top. Somebody will be there and will hang you both from the crane.

The old silo was four stories high. It was about one hundred meters from the knoll where the crucifixions were taken place.
At the top floor a beam protruded horizontally from an open door. It had a pulley and had been probably intended to haul straw bales up.

They started walking towards the silo as they had been told.

-What do you think would happen if we don´t go to the silo darling? – The wife asked when they got out of earshot.

-Nothing most probably. I am sure they won´t chase us up, drag us to the top floor and force us to hang.
You know the Group and Magdalena’s rules: Only consensual.
The appeal of this is that we will go by ourselves. We have requested to be executed.
Look at the crucified. They never asked to be spared. They accepted everything and they are totally excited and even enjoying their crucifixion!

On the other hand, since we are so nicely tied and noosed, we may actually go up and give them a good show. Think of how high we are going to hang!
You look so hot like that Cristina! I am ready to perform our last dance with you!

She looked at his throbbing cock.

-So do I! What a pair of deviants we are!

-Not for long Love, not for long!

They climbed the stairs. She was first and he watched her pear-shaped bum in front of him. She kept the rope at her side so it won´t hide it.

Two guys they knew, were waiting for them.

-You will have a nice view while hanging. And you will give a good show too. Stand back. We will hang you in no time! – one of them ordered.

They slid the beam inwards, took their coiled ropes and threaded both through the pulley. Then they secured the beam out in place again.

-Now stand on the door sill.

They obeyed one more time. They stood side by side with their toes over the void. One of the guys tied their ankles.

-Less kicking and thrashing. More aesthetic. You will like it – he explained.

Should they fall now they would certainly die.
Hands and feet bound, with a 10 meters fall.

They obeyed looking down at the ground. What a place for a hanging! They were going to look spectacular thrashing so high over the ground!

They looked at each other nervously. A mixture of excited anticipation and fear.

This is it. Now is for real! The couple though. After decades of fantasy and role-playing, they were about to die hanged together! At last!

The two executioners came behind them, stroking his erection and rubbing her tits and wet pussy.

-Ready to swing? – one of them asked after stepping back and while pulling the ropes tight.

They felt the pressure in their necks. Looking at each other, they exchanged a wild kiss. An instant later both nodded.

The executioners pulled the ropes hard, slapping hard their bums at the same time and the couple was dragged out by their necks.
During an instant, they had the impression they, in the end, would crash on the ground.
But the ropes caught them stopping their fall. Immediately starting to strangle and kill them.
It hurt a lot!

He swung forward, hands and feet pleasantly bound, until he crashed with his wife´s back. His engorged cock smashed hard against her soft bum and he exploded spurting a big jet of cum on her.
Some more jets went arching into the air,
She felt it and was proud and surprised by his orgasm, herself very hot and close too.

Up in the silo, the couple kept dancing together, their naked bodies rubbing and bumping into each other.
Hanging high by their necks, strangling slowly while kicking their souls out of their bodies.
Sometimes face to face, a moment later twisting and back-to-back.
Conscious of the people witnessing their death.

They were dying, but what a place and what a way to go!
Everybody has to die at some time, they reflected, like the crucified had said from their crosses, no regrets!

At one point, she found herself behind him. Her breasts against his back.
She jumped in her noose when his tied hands cupped her cunt and inserted two fingers inside her.
She rubbed her sex with his hands. It was too much and fuelled by the oxygen deprivation, she also exploded in a shattering final orgasm.

Now she felt fulfilled and relaxed hanging limp from her neck. Looking down she saw the group of people around the crosses. All of them looking up at their bodies. She was now in front, her husband behind her. She was glad they could see her naked front. She hoped they would find her sexy and tried to push forward her breasts.

Her husband cock still squashed on her buttocks. She caressed her belly with her hands, to let him know she was still there and still cared.

They were now swinging slowly.
She noticed her tongue sticking well out. His was out too, she had seen it a moment ago, when they were face to face.
That was good. A signal that their nooses were properly placed and doing their job. If not, they would have swallowed their tongues. A nasty thing, she had read years ago.
They were almost done she knew, everything was fading, no air to her lungs.
Everything was all right!
That was her last thought.




I was witnessing all this from my cross.
Because I was one of the seven dumb submissives that had answered the summon and showed up, implicitly accepting to be nailed naked on a cross.

It was hard to believe that less than one hour ago, I was still fully clothed, driving my car towards the country house where I had been summoned.
And for the time being, I had no regrets. I was naked, nailed on the cross, between a man to my right and one of the ladies on the next cross to the left.


TBC

 

[carloscruz]

Ah @Barbaria1! What would I do without you?

 

[Loxuru]

The event would take place in an abandoned country estate in the south of Spain.
A “cortijo” called “Humilladero”.

Aaah! A sunny Holiday in southern Spain!
All right, a bit different from usual!

They didn´t know, but her name was Magadalena de la Lastra. She was a career Army officer. Full colonel, commanding a prestigious cavalry regiment.
She was from a rich family and just inherited the ruins of the “Humilladero” and planned to fully restore it.
Most of the members of her group had met in the military and we weren´t the first to be executed by her group.

Don't mess with that Lady!

-These dumb submissives had shown up here on their own will. I don´t know what is in their sick minds, but I have no doubt they deserve what they are going to suffer!
Take them to crucify! – declared the Leader.

'Dumb'? 'Sick?'
Everybody his/her fun, right!?
(where can you book such trips)

Like François Villon wrote, Darling in his “Ballad of the Hanged Men”, we are about to learn the weight of our asses! – She whispered to him over her shoulder.

That applies to crucifixion too!

Nice start and setting!

 

[Zephirantes]

Zephira's Perspective​

As Zephira stepped out of her car, she could feel the cool breeze against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from within her. Today was the day she had fantasized about for years—the day she would be crucified to death. The thought sent a thrill through her, mingled with a deep dread that she couldn’t quite shake off. But she was determined to face it all with a smile, to maintain a cheerful attitude even as she marched toward her execution.

Stripping off her clothes in front of the others, Zephira felt her heart race, but she forced a grin as she tossed her last bit of clothing onto the car seat. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of humiliation as her naked body was exposed to the onlookers. She could see the men and women around her, their eyes tracing the curves of her breasts, her tummy, and down to the soft mound of her sex. She caught sight of Carlos, a muscular man in his sixties, standing nearby, his gaze unreadable as he too stood naked.

“Well, I guess we’re all in this together,” Zephira said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension. “At least we won’t die alone, right?”

The group chuckled, though there was an undercurrent of fear in their laughter. They were all there for the same reason, driven by the same dark desires. Zephira knew that the dread she felt was mirrored in the others, but she kept up her cheerful facade, determined to make the most of her last moments.

As they were led into the garden, Zephira’s heart pounded in her chest. The audience of dominants watched them with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, their eyes hungry for the spectacle that was about to unfold. Zephira’s pussy tingled with a mix of fear and arousal, a reaction she hadn’t expected but didn’t shy away from. This was what she had signed up for, after all.

When Magdalena, the leader of the group, approached her with the bottle of drugs, Zephira took it with a trembling hand. She forced a smile as she swallowed the liquid, feeling it burn down her throat. “Well, bottoms up!” she quipped, raising the bottle in a mock toast. “Here’s to a short and painful crucifixion!”

Magdalena smirked, her eyes dark with amusement. “You have a sense of humor, Zephira. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

Zephira shivered as the drugs began to take effect, dulling the edges of her fear but heightening her senses. She could feel every breath, every beat of her heart, and the dampness between her legs as her arousal grew. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive.

As they were led to the crosses, Zephira tried to keep up the cheerful banter. “Hey Carlos,” she called out to the man next to her, “you think they’ll let us have a last meal before we’re nailed up? I’m craving something... spicy!” She winked, trying to ignore the growing knot of fear in her belly.

Carlos gave her a wry smile. “I think we’re the main course, Zephira.”

She laughed, though it sounded hollow even to her. But she kept talking, kept joking, as if by doing so she could hold off the reality of what was about to happen. As they reached the top of the knoll, Zephira’s heart was pounding in her chest, her skin slick with sweat. The sight of the assembled crosses, the rough wooden beams, sent a jolt of terror through her, but she forced herself to step forward.

When it was her turn, Zephira lay down on the cross, her back pressing against the cold wood. She felt her sex pulse with a mix of fear and arousal, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed for her to run. But she stayed still, smiling up at Magdalena as the woman positioned her arms along the beam.

“You know, I always said I wanted to go out with a bang,” Zephira joked, though her voice trembled. “Guess this is close enough, right?”

Magdalena didn’t respond, simply nodded to her assistants. Zephira watched in a surreal daze as the nails were brought forward, thick and gleaming. She tried to brace herself, but nothing could prepare her for the agony that followed.

The first nail was driven through her wrist, and Zephira screamed, her body arching off the cross in pain. The sound of the hammer was deafening, each strike sending a wave of agony through her. She felt the cold metal tear through flesh and bone, and for a moment, the pain was so overwhelming that she thought she might black out. But she didn’t. She stayed conscious, every nerve in her body on fire.

“Fuck! That hurts!” she gasped, trying to keep her voice light, but the pain was too intense. “I think... I think I might need a refund on this experience!”

Magdalena just smiled, moving to her other wrist. The process was repeated, the second nail sending another wave of excruciating pain through her. Zephira’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling as she fought to stay conscious. But despite the agony, there was a strange thrill in it all—a twisted sense of fulfillment. This was what she had wanted, after all. To be crucified, naked and exposed, every inch of her body on display as she suffered for the pleasure of the crowd.

When they moved to her feet, Zephira bit down hard on the piece of rubber they offered her, bracing for the final nails. As the spike was driven through her feet, she let out another scream, the sound muffled by the rubber but no less desperate. Her pussy throbbed with a mixture of pain and arousal, her mind a whirlwind of sensations that she could barely process.

As the cross was lifted, Zephira felt a moment of sheer panic, her body suspended in the air as the beam was dropped into place. The jolt as it hit the ground sent a fresh wave of pain through her, and she gasped, her body jerking involuntarily. The weight of her body pulled at the nails, every breath a struggle as she tried to adjust to the agony of being crucified.

She glanced over at Carlos, who was being nailed to his own cross beside her. His muscular body glistened with sweat, his face contorted in pain, but he caught her eye and gave her a nod. There was something comforting in that, knowing she wasn’t alone in her suffering.

“Well, Carlos,” Zephira croaked, her voice barely a whisper, “looks like we’re really in this together now. I’d say it’s been... nice knowing you, but...”

Carlos let out a strained chuckle. “I’ll see you on the other side, Zephira.”

As the hours passed, Zephira’s body was racked with pain. The muscles in her arms and legs burned, her chest heaved with the effort of drawing breath, and her sex was slick with a mix of sweat and arousal. The drugs coursing through her veins heightened every sensation, turning the agony into a strange, almost euphoric experience. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, watching her suffer, watching her die.

And through it all, she kept talking, kept making jokes, even as the pain threatened to overwhelm her. “I hope... you’re all enjoying the show!” she gasped out, trying to sound cheerful. “This is... definitely... a once-in-a-lifetime experience... for me!”

 

[carloscruz]

@Eulalia , @Barbaria1 , @kath

Zephira's Perspective​

As Zephira stepped out of her car, she could feel the cool breeze against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from within her. Today was the day she had fantasized about for years—the day she would be crucified to death. The thought sent a thrill through her, mingled with a deep dread that she couldn’t quite shake off. But she was determined to face it all with a smile, to maintain a cheerful attitude even as she marched toward her execution.

Stripping off her clothes in front of the others, Zephira felt her heart race, but she forced a grin as she tossed her last bit of clothing onto the car seat. Her nipples hardened in the cool air, and she couldn’t help but feel a rush of humiliation as her naked body was exposed to the onlookers. She could see the men and women around her, their eyes tracing the curves of her breasts, her tummy, and down to the soft mound of her sex. She caught sight of Carlos, a muscular man in his sixties, standing nearby, his gaze unreadable as he too stood naked.

“Well, I guess we’re all in this together,” Zephira said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension. “At least we won’t die alone, right?”

The group chuckled, though there was an undercurrent of fear in their laughter. They were all there for the same reason, driven by the same dark desires. Zephira knew that the dread she felt was mirrored in the others, but she kept up her cheerful facade, determined to make the most of her last moments.

As they were led into the garden, Zephira’s heart pounded in her chest. The audience of dominants watched them with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, their eyes hungry for the spectacle that was about to unfold. Zephira’s pussy tingled with a mix of fear and arousal, a reaction she hadn’t expected but didn’t shy away from. This was what she had signed up for, after all.

When Magdalena, the leader of the group, approached her with the bottle of drugs, Zephira took it with a trembling hand. She forced a smile as she swallowed the liquid, feeling it burn down her throat. “Well, bottoms up!” she quipped, raising the bottle in a mock toast. “Here’s to a short and painful crucifixion!”

Magdalena smirked, her eyes dark with amusement. “You have a sense of humor, Zephira. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

Zephira shivered as the drugs began to take effect, dulling the edges of her fear but heightening her senses. She could feel every breath, every beat of her heart, and the dampness between her legs as her arousal grew. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive.

As they were led to the crosses, Zephira tried to keep up the cheerful banter. “Hey Carlos,” she called out to the man next to her, “you think they’ll let us have a last meal before we’re nailed up? I’m craving something... spicy!” She winked, trying to ignore the growing knot of fear in her belly.

Carlos gave her a wry smile. “I think we’re the main course, Zephira.”

She laughed, though it sounded hollow even to her. But she kept talking, kept joking, as if by doing so she could hold off the reality of what was about to happen. As they reached the top of the knoll, Zephira’s heart was pounding in her chest, her skin slick with sweat. The sight of the assembled crosses, the rough wooden beams, sent a jolt of terror through her, but she forced herself to step forward.

When it was her turn, Zephira lay down on the cross, her back pressing against the cold wood. She felt her sex pulse with a mix of fear and arousal, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed for her to run. But she stayed still, smiling up at Magdalena as the woman positioned her arms along the beam.

“You know, I always said I wanted to go out with a bang,” Zephira joked, though her voice trembled. “Guess this is close enough, right?”

Magdalena didn’t respond, simply nodded to her assistants. Zephira watched in a surreal daze as the nails were brought forward, thick and gleaming. She tried to brace herself, but nothing could prepare her for the agony that followed.

The first nail was driven through her wrist, and Zephira screamed, her body arching off the cross in pain. The sound of the hammer was deafening, each strike sending a wave of agony through her. She felt the cold metal tear through flesh and bone, and for a moment, the pain was so overwhelming that she thought she might black out. But she didn’t. She stayed conscious, every nerve in her body on fire.

“Fuck! That hurts!” she gasped, trying to keep her voice light, but the pain was too intense. “I think... I think I might need a refund on this experience!”

Magdalena just smiled, moving to her other wrist. The process was repeated, the second nail sending another wave of excruciating pain through her. Zephira’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling as she fought to stay conscious. But despite the agony, there was a strange thrill in it all—a twisted sense of fulfillment. This was what she had wanted, after all. To be crucified, naked and exposed, every inch of her body on display as she suffered for the pleasure of the crowd.

When they moved to her feet, Zephira bit down hard on the piece of rubber they offered her, bracing for the final nails. As the spike was driven through her feet, she let out another scream, the sound muffled by the rubber but no less desperate. Her pussy throbbed with a mixture of pain and arousal, her mind a whirlwind of sensations that she could barely process.

As the cross was lifted, Zephira felt a moment of sheer panic, her body suspended in the air as the beam was dropped into place. The jolt as it hit the ground sent a fresh wave of pain through her, and she gasped, her body jerking involuntarily. The weight of her body pulled at the nails, every breath a struggle as she tried to adjust to the agony of being crucified.

She glanced over at Carlos, who was being nailed to his own cross beside her. His muscular body glistened with sweat, his face contorted in pain, but he caught her eye and gave her a nod. There was something comforting in that, knowing she wasn’t alone in her suffering.

“Well, Carlos,” Zephira croaked, her voice barely a whisper, “looks like we’re really in this together now. I’d say it’s been... nice knowing you, but...”

Carlos let out a strained chuckle. “I’ll see you on the other side, Zephira.”

As the hours passed, Zephira’s body was racked with pain. The muscles in her arms and legs burned, her chest heaved with the effort of drawing breath, and her sex was slick with a mix of sweat and arousal. The drugs coursing through her veins heightened every sensation, turning the agony into a strange, almost euphoric experience. She could feel the eyes of the crowd on her, watching her suffer, watching her die.

And through it all, she kept talking, kept making jokes, even as the pain threatened to overwhelm her. “I hope... you’re all enjoying the show!” she gasped out, trying to sound cheerful. “This is... definitely... a once-in-a-lifetime experience... for me!”

That was very hot! Thanks a lot for joining @Zephirantes !

 

[Loxuru]

My arrival (the ‘mist in the head’).



‘The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain’.

I cannot get that line from ‘My Fair Lady’ out of my head, as drive through the plain of southern Spain.

Actually, there is currently little rainfall here. The area is sunny and hot! Fortunately not as hot as it sometimes used to be, the last years.

Well, I took the plane to Spain, from Düsseldorf to Seville. On arrival, I leased a car, and now, I am on my way to a certain destination, a country estate, a ‘cortijo’, or whatever it is named in Spanish, apparently called ‘Humilladero’. I looked it up in google translate, to find out that it means something like ‘humiliation’, or ‘place of humiliation’.

Convenient, because my journey seems to be a one way trip.

“Do not worry about the lease car”, ‘they’ had told me, “one of our employees will return it appropriately to the airport!”

There is nothing that forces me to carry on this trip. I was ‘summoned’ to ‘Humilladero’, but solely on a consensual basis! I will be obliged to no one, if I would decide on this deserted road to stop, return to Seville and book a ticket back home! All I would do in that case, is disappoint some people I never met, and never will meet!

It is shear madness where I am going to! But the attraction seems to strong! A once in a lifetime experience!

‘Hacienda Humilladero. ¡Propiedad privada! No traspasar!’ A sign says. I drive on. Apparently, the estate consists of extensive land. It takes a while before I watch a farmhouse and auxiliary buildings in the distance.

I stop aside the road, keep the engine running (for the airco!) and reconsider! There would be no way back if I would proceed further.

What brings me here is an almost lifelong weird, but exciting kink of mine. So weird, that I always kept it a personal secret, and limited it to a fantasy too!

It would have remained so, had there not been a few events. First of all my retirement, against my will, which made me feel completely useless from one day to another, and secondly, the ‘mist in my head’ showing up. This strange state of mind, that caused seizures of blur, both in my vision and my perception of my surroundings. As if my brain was switched off.

First, my doctor sent me to an ophthalmologist, thinking ‘the mist’ just had to do with worsening eyesight. The ophthalmologist found nothing, so I finally went for another opinion.

The other opinion told me, that ‘the mist’ could either be nothing to worry about (and advised me to consult… an ophthalmologist), or it was the beginning of a slow transgression into what would become my own universe. But I should not worry, all people there are generally happy!

Being halfway through my sixties, I found myself too young for another universe. I then discussed the alternative, of being ‘put asleep’, in case ‘the mist’ would worsen, but frankly, when I informed about it, I had the impression that being ‘put asleep’ was something of submitting to a clinical execution method. But due to legal constraints, I had to make up my will right now, since, in case ‘the mist’ would suddenly worsen, and I would no longer be held legally capable of determining my own will, the option would be barred for me, and I would have to enter my own universe, like it or not!

“It’s up to decide now, Loxuru!”, a doctor told me. “it can wait twenty-five years before it seizes you completely, but also a mere twenty-five weeks!”

Anyway, I had brought my business in good order in advance, for in case…. Then, an unexpected opportunity arose. I had all my life concealed the kinky fantasy, I mentioned above. I only had joined an obscure site named CruxForums, where likeminded people gather, under an alias username of course.

I always had been a bit ‘bi’ in my kink : both dominant and submissive. But the last tendency had always prevailed.

The kinky fantasy that I always had, was… being subjected to execution. More particular, to Ancient, Roman style public crucifixion. It had nothing to do with Christian belief. I rather figured it was some mental way, my own way, of pushing back the inevitable dark fate of death, by erotizing it.

Part of the kink was the reenactment of it. Gatherings of likeminded people at a private, enclosed location. A small party of onlookers and victims, the latter getting tied to a cross, to their own sexual pleasure, and that of the audience. Besides that I considered myself a bad actor, I thought I would never completely entrust such meetings. I felt that only ‘the real thing’ attracted me, but such was of course far off limits. So, I restricted such thoughts to writing fantasy stories about it.

But recently, I got a proposal, through the Forums, to present myself for a real crucifixion, together with likeminded people, men and women, to be executed naked on a cross, for real, in front of a selected audience. It was both a summons and an invitation, since all candidates would have to come voluntarily. Part of the proposal was, that we would be given a ‘wonder drug’, that would help us with dealing with the pain, and meanwhile stimulate sexual arousal during our ordeal.

I made up my mind. Considering the issue of ‘the mist’, this could be an opportunity for the ‘real thing’. Literally a ‘once in a lifetime experience’! Of course, there would be no way back, nor looking back and enjoying the memory. But that is the same with being ‘put asleep’ clinically, regardless how caring and professional the people are, who carry it out.

You see, trouble is, my doctor had good news for me : there was medication that would prevent ‘the mist’ from seizing me too rapidly. If I would take it, he would almost guarantee twenty five years. But no good news without bad news. The bad news was, that the medication was totally incompatible with the good things of life. No more such pleasant things as alcoholic drinks, sweets, good food. The medication put me on a stringent diet of restrictions and monotony, that I got pissed off after six months. I a way, that I started considering to allow ‘the mist’ to seize me at its own will.

But, you know, the worst thing about either dying or letting ‘the mist’ into my head, was the prospect that both would kill also my cherished crucifixion fantasy. So, when the opportunity came up, why not letting kill the fantasy, by…my fantasy played out for real?

Still, arrived at this point, I got doubts. I would expose myself to strangers. I had been told that tens of men and women were invited to witness the procedures. Would I submit myself to a cruel agony, to please them, with only a vague promise or arousal for myself? Simply giving my life and my body into the hands of others, just to let them finish it in a freaking snuff show? Shouldn’t I better go back to my life, and try to make something of the time that was left to me?

Last week, I had left the medication for what it was, enjoyed good food and drink. Then, I prepared some hand luggage (“no need to bring with more”, the organization had informed me). I purchased a first class airplane ticket, and off I went.

In my rearview mirror, I can see a car approaching. It slows down. There is enough place on the road to pass along me, so I am not blocking the way.

The car passes along me, slowly! Behind the wheel is a good looking woman, I estimate between forty and fifty years old. While slowly driving on, she takes off her sunglasses and turns her head towards me, with a scrutinizing look. She looks herself determined and full of expectations. The last thing I see of her, is a satisfied smile. Then she accelerates and continues her journey, towards the farmhouse in the distance.

We had been expected at the estate within a certain time window. The onlookers would already be there. The organization had informed us that both males and females had been ‘summoned’ for crucifixion. Based on what I had seen on CruxForums all those years I was active there, most such gatherings were all-male, either because of the preferences of the organisers, and/or because women seemed much more reluctant in general to attend such meetings? My intuition, both because of the time of her arrival, and the way she had looked at me, tells me, this woman had volunteered to submit herself to crucifixion too.

I made up my mind. Putting aside all my previous doubts and objections, I released the hand brake, moved the gear lever in first and drove on. Towards the farmhouse! The urge to meet that woman, that was allegedly on her way to an unbelievable fate, to strong. Not to mention the prospect of getting crucified with her!

 

[carloscruz]

Very good @Loxuru and thank you for joining!

I am working on the next part.
It seems that, since I didn’t expected other volunteers the readers may find some inconsistencies in the story.
Sorry about that. I may correct them in a final version.
But for the time being, I am sure it’s worth to continue this way. Even with minor mistakes.
Please, any of you that feel inclned, join us!

 

[Loinclothslave]

In the distance you can hear the rumble of a mustang being driven hard! As it turns toward the ruined villa some conjecture if some local idiot has taken a wrong turn while others conjecture that it must be Barb…

The Ruby Red Mustang barely slows down for the carpark before making a sweeping curve into a doughnut, spinning the tyres as smoke is raised from the rubber before the vehicle is manouvred perfectly into a parking position…

As the smoke settles, the drivers side door opens, on the right hand side, and a wildly grinning man dressed only in a loincloth skirt and chain linled wrists and ankles gets out! The. whispers become murmurs, most think they know who this is! The man goes to the passenger side door on the left of the mustang, opening the door and kneeling. A REAL MAN, dressed in black leather from head to toe, gets out, using me as a step to ease HIS way out of the car…

HE stands beside my prostrate form and clips a leash onto my collar before leading me forward with encouragement from his signal whip…

Magdalena approaches us, and MASTER announces:

“MY slave is here to die. I promised its slavery would end on the cross so it is time for it’s nailing now!”

Concerned over the consensual clause for the event, Magdalena addresses me directly. “Do you actually want to be crucified today?”

“*this slave surrendered to MASTER’s will long ago, and HE has long promised that it would die on the cross like the worthless slave it truly is! It only begs that it might be permitted to die in its slave skirt and remain chained? So it may enter the afterlife as a slave in bondage it is destined to remain…”

Spotting my erection, beginning to think she understands, Magdalena questions MASTER a little further.

“So this is the one known as “loinclothslave?” - we didn’t think he was actually real?”

“Yes, you can call my slave by that name…”

Eventually satisfied that I was his property and had at one time volunteered, so this was “consensual”.

About to give me the aphrodisiac drug concoction, Magdalena asks if MASTER added any concoctions of HIS own?

“Take this vial of Dragons blood to add, and DO NOT give my slave any pain killers. The Dragons blood will increase its pain by an order of magnitude but contains a stimulant to prevent slave from falling unconscious and increase its suffering…”

Several look shocked at MASTER’s cruelty although two submissives are obviously strongly aroused at the idea, one kneels and clutches MASTER’s boot “Oh please, SIR, might YOU have a little extra to aid my greater suffering?”

MASTER grins sadistically “why that would be my cruel pleasure!”

As preparations get underway, MASTER leads me holding the leash, still using his signal whip to encourage my forward ctawl. Upon arrival, HE adjusts my shackles so I am secured to the whipping beam with chained ankles dangling above the ground like the others.

As the whipping proceeds, MASTER shows me a scourge as a salient threat, and my silence turns to whimpering in fearful anticipation of what is to come. After the main whipping, before we are lowered, MASTER uses the dreadful instrument to give me a 26 lash scourging… 2 others beg HIM for a taste of the cutting torture weapon. 1 cums under it’s grim caress.

At last we are lead to our crosses, and MASTER takes his time with me. Releasing my wrists, he slowly nails each in turn, held fast to the wood, then lovingly clips each wrist cuff on outside the nail, with a loose chain connected to an eyebolt on the patibulum. Similarly HE clips my collar to a loose chain connected to the cross beam.

After nailing my feet to the lower stipes, he clips short fetters to my ankles above, the chain loose enough to brush the nails holding each foot as I tremble.

I scream at each nail and cry uncontrollably as I am raised, it is obvious I suffer outrageously augmented pain, yet my engorged cock betrays me, and MASTER cannot resist, licking my cock until I climax in an almighty, ropey orgasm…

After everyone is raised, We watch as the couple take themselves towards the hanging crane… and wait to die!

 

[Barbaria1]

In the distance you can hear the rumble of a mustang being driven hard! As it turns toward the ruined villa some conjecture if some local idiot has taken a wrong turn while others conjecture that it must be Barb…

Giggle snort

 

[carloscruz]

After starting the story, partially due to the valuable contributions that the thread enacted, I have made some slight changes and edited the first part.
I changed names and explained a little about Magdalena (Col. de la Lastra).

If you you are interested, perhas you would like to re-read the Part 1 in its new edition.

 

[carloscruz]

II



A bunch of people was looking at me, obviously excited.
The drugs were doing a good job and my cock was hard and the pain tolerable.

I looked at the hanged couple from my cross. My cock bobbing upwards. Remembering their lips on it.
I was in a lot of pain, even with the help of the drugs. But it was really arousing to be naked nailed on my cross in front of such an audience.
They were obviously using me as a sexual object and I was totally delighted with that.
I tried to look good and flaunt my big erection.

I reviewed in my mind the chain of events that led me here.
I didn´t want to die, nor was I suicidal.
But my sick mind found irresistibly exciting the idea of being crucified naked in front of a group of strangers. Particularly, if was nailed in the company of other men and women.

The summon arrived at the right moment for me.
Just retired, no more flying around the world, no relationship at the moment.
At sixty-five, I won´t have a body to show in a cross much longer.
So, I was ready to pay the price: My life.

I couldn´t pass that chance. The best ever. Surely the last to make true my dirty life-long fantasies.
The only way to clench my dark cravings forever.
Once and for all!

So, after changing my mind many times, I decide to accept the summon.

When I arrived, I was very pleased to see that I wasn´t the only one to volunteer for a terrible torture and death.
I was going to be crucified in the company of three other men and three attractive women. Perfect!

Another attractive lady of around fifty was waiting for us and started to tell us what to do.
Soon we were all naked and tied and it was evident that the event was very well organized.
That was very reassuring. I could only die one time on a cross I didn´t wanted amateurs doing it!

Shortly after that, she would introduce herself as Colonel Magdalena de la Lastra, commanding officer of a Regimiento de Caballeria.
That, and some other information she shared about her group, explained a lot of things for me.

To be outdoors in company of six other persons, naked and tied like me, was incredibly exciting. In addition, we were being exhibited in front of an audience.

While driving to the place, I still had been in a turmoil of conflicting feelings.
I was torn between the fear of pain and death and the highly exciting chance of living my lifelong dirty fantasies.
I ended up thinking that if I didn´t show up, I could regret for the rest of my uninteresting life.
So, I went to the summon.

Since that moment, everything started to happen really fast.
I was drawn by the atmosphere and the submissive part of me, took over.
I was highly excited and I could see the other six that had answered the summon were in the same state.
We, the four men, were showing big erections and our female companions looked equally aroused.

Everything that was taken place looked, at the same time, totally incredible and very real.

We were soon hanged from our wrists and flogged. There was pain, of course, but it felt good too to be in their hands.

It was like in my dreams, being punished and humiliated for the pleasure of a bunch of unknown people.

Before I knew, I was walking with a beam on my shoulders up towards the summit of a hill were several posts waited for us.
The people around, insulted us and whipped our naked bodies.

I exchanged looks with the other condemned. We were having identical feelings of fear, humiliation and arousal.
We were being taken to our crosses! It was our “Via Crucis”!
The sweet deep humiliation of the situation obviously excited our sick minds.
Some encouraged us, others expressed admiration and even envy.
We shared a sense of anticipation and complicity difficult to explain.

I walked showing proudly my erection and gave up trying to understand my emotions.
One of the women to be crucified, was in front of me and I watched her shapely bum being whipped while she walked.

At some point of the path, we ended up walking abreast. I looked at her tits, deliciously hanging forward, her torso inclined under her beam. She noticed and pointily checked my engorged member. We smiled at each other while getting whipped and ordered back in a single line.

-Hurry up! Don´t you want to be crucified? – shouted one of the female handlers. She was medium age and quite attractive.

-Would you enjoy seeing me crucified? – I asked her in return.

-Very much, of course! – she answered whipping my erection hard. -You will find me at the base of your cross.

-Promise?

-You can count on it. I like your engorged sex a lot!

-In that case, from my cross, I will offer myself to you. Particularly. I now want to suffer and die for you, Mistress!

-I would appreciate that very much and I will take good care of you during your torture Love! My name is Eva. Captain Eva Martín.

I just nodded under the patibulum.
I didn’t identify myself as a retired air force Lt. Col. It was a little pointless.
But I surprised myself one more time desiring to be already up on my cross with my hard cock betraying my debasement.
Carrying the instrument of my death., and now…now I was looking forward to be naked nailed in the line of crosses exhibited in front of the Group.
I have never been submissive in my real life, but now...

I was incredibly excited because we were being taken to execution.
We were going to be put to death.

Once we got on top of the knoll, everything kept happening fast. Probably nobody wanted us considering too much our coming ordeal. Not even ourselves.

Ten vertical posts or stipes were set in a wide circular line. Our tituli were on the ground, close to a basket full of big nails.

The patibuli were removed from our shoulders and our hands tied loosely at our backs.
Better that way, we wouldn´t have known what to do with them.

Immediately, the stipes were taken down and the beams fixed to them to assemble our crosses.

I am sure we were all sharing the same conflicting emotions. The fear, the anticipation and the perverse shared arousal.

Soon there was a cross ready and Magdalena, the Leader, called for whoever wanted to be first.
The dark-haired woman, came forward and laid on the cross once she was unbound.

While the colonel talked softly to her, the execution team got ready.
She gave the order and they did it quickly and efficiently, while Magdalena caressed the sex of the woman that was being nailed to her cross.

Her crucifixion was soon completed.
Her cross vertical with her nailed body, naked and helpless hanging from her nails.

Her face showed pain, but also pride.
She had been very brave and we all admired her.
We all knew that she was going do offer herself to her cross and to us with determination and no regrets.

I am sure her attitude was crucial and set the tone of the event.
If she had lost her composure and cried for mercy, the way the crucifixions continued had been completely different,
But her courage was an example for all of us.
If she had been through it, we could do it too!

And it was no longer a fantasy. It was real.
A woman was in front of us dying crucified and we will join her very soon.
We were going to die with her. Today. Nailed on our crosses, next to hers.
An idea so terrible and so sexy at the same time!

Without wasting time and shaking herself off of her own stupor, the colonel ordered to go on with the executions.

Two men followed suit and the fourth cross was ready to take the next body. I decided it was time for me.
The last up, was about my age and sported a rock-hard erection.
I turned to the remaining men and women waiting to be crucified and asked:

-I always dreamed of being crucified between a man and a woman. Would you mind if I go next and one of you – I said looking at the two naked women- take the next cross?

-I will take the cross next to yours if it pleases you – said the auburn hair woman.

-I will be honoured dying at your side. - I answered. The others nodded and it was settled.

I was still anxious about my behaviour. The first three had maintained their composure during their nailing and raising and were behaving well on their crosses.
Would I be able to do the same or would I beg and cry like a little girl when the nails pierced my wrists?

Magdalena was now dressed in an almost transparent silk blouse, seamless sheer pantyhose and medium heeled shoes. Everything black.
She looked smashing!
She came to me smiling and I could notice her breast moving seductively under her blouse.
She stopped at my side and started talking to me in a soothing voice while caressing my cock.

-Lie down and relax Dear. I´ll have you up in no time. You are about to experience your dirty fantasies and cravings for real.
It will hurt, even with the help of the drugs, but you can take it and you know you deserve it!

I did as I was told and several hands grabbed my arms and legs fixing them in the proper place. Looking up I met the eyes of the last man crucified.
He was looking down at me from his cross and trying to convey his support. I nodded my gratitude while biting on the piece of rubber that Magdalena was now offering me.

The other three waiting their turn were also observing me. I didn´t want to disgrace myself in front of them or anybody who was watching me.

Magdalena kept caressing my cock and suddenly a felt movement and my limbs exploded in incredible pain. Almost at the same time both my wrists were pierced by the big nails. I arched my body up grunting loudly, but to my surprise I steeled myself to take it. More blows were delivered and my arms become fixed to the wood.
Immediately my feet, placed one on top of the other, were skewered by a long spike and my nailing was completed.

-Carlos, you had been very brave. The nailing went well. You are now one with your cross, attached to it forever! – Magdalena whispered to me.

She was still caressing my cock. My erection has gone with the pain, but she was getting it back quickly.
Obviously, the drugs we had been given were helping us to manage the pain and keeping our level of arousal unnaturally high.

I looked left and right and I was terrified and thrilled to see the big nails protruding from my limbs.
I also saw the looks of approval in the faces of the audience and my companions. Both crucified and about to be.
That was very gratifying.
But still I had to be able to keep my poise once my cross was raised.

My Titulum was being fixed over my head and the hammer blows reverberated in my head:

CARLOS
Pervert Masochist
&
Exhibitionist​

Magdalena must had read my mind because she said:

-We´ll get you up in a moment and complete your crucifixion, so you can really start to suffer properly for us.
As I said, you will die well and give us a lot of pleasure.

And don´t worry, you won´t fall. Nailing properly a body is not an easy task, but your nails have been placed with precision and went cleanly through you.
Get ready now!


TBC

 

[Loxuru]

Nice chapter and drawing!
Observer and victim! Well done, Carlos!

 

[Loxuru]

Loxuru’s viewpoint : arrival at the estate, preparations and via cruxis.


With my heart getting more and more fearful, I drove the last stretch towards the farmhouse.

Two men, with the attitude of police officers checked my identity. They then showed me further directions. I drove to the indicated parking place, in front of the entrance of the farmhouse. A few cars were waiting there already. One of them, the car that had passed me along, when I stood reconsidering may options. All drivers had remained inside, as I had been asked to do too.

Perhaps, the waiting did not last longer than ten to fifteen minutes, while a couple of cars joined ours, but it seemed to last an eternity.

There was a supervisor guarding the parking lot. Apparently on an order he got, he summoned us to get out of our car. We were told to leave everything we had, inside.

A woman dressed in tight pants, came out of the farmhouse. She introduced herself as Colonel Magdalena de la Lastra, commanding officer of a Cavalry Regiment. Apparently, she was the leader of the group. From the steps that led to the main house’s door, she ordered us to come forward, and line up.

I noticed we were seven. Four men, one of them was about forty, the other two older, perhaps over sixty, like me. The women were between forty and fifty years old, still with nice bodies. One had black hair and pale skin, the second was blonde and the other had auburn hair shoulder length. It was the blonde, or rather reddish blonde, that had passed me, when I stood parked along the entrance road. She wore a simple, sleeveless summer dress, and open shoes. She still had her sunglasses on, As she put them up over her forehead, our eyes crossed again.

The Leader ordered us all seven to strip naked, and put all clothes, jewelry, keys, papers, watches, purses, etc.. into the cars, and then line up on a row again.

We had looked at each other already, and it was clear that we were all relieved to see that we were not going to be alone, that we were going to share our crucifixion with others. Despite the Spanish sun, I could feel a rush of shiver, when we got that order. Stripping in the open, together with some strangers, in front of that dominant woman, her assistants, and also a crowd of onlookers who had neared the parking space, it did not feel so obvious! I saw hearts starting to race, I noticed hesitation in the faces. Waiting for the others to start?

I was wearing appropriate clothing for the occasion : a t-shirt, a cotton sleeveless undershirt, a Bermuda short and underpants, and on my feet summer socks and shoes. Not much to get rid of.

One of the women, apparently named Zephira (she had addressed one of the men in his sixties as “Hallo, I am Zephira! You must be Carlos!?” – most likely they had corresponded with each other?) had the bright idea to use our cars as a screen. She undressed along it, throwing her clothes directly on the car seats. I did the same, after having undressed down to the waist. The blonde woman took of her dress, walked in her underwear to her car, and stripped naked right there. But ultimately, we had to line up again, all seven, stark naked.

Initially in a rush of shame, as our naked bodies were exposed to others, we cautiously started to scrutinize each other’s nakedness. Carlos, a muscular man, apparently a retired air force pilot, had a gaze unreadable, as had the reddish blonde.

“Well, I guess we’re all in this together,” Zephira then said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the tension. “At least we won’t die alone, right?”

We nervously chuckled, though there was an undercurrent of fear in our laughter. But Zephira’s remark made us all realize, we were all here for the same reason, driven by the same dark desires we all seven joined an obsession with the cross, and we were here on our own decision to take the last step, once and for all. That consideration made the rush of humiliation a rush of excitement too.

I heard the Leader say to an assistant : “Well, they look good naked!”.

This stripping naked was the first step in a ‘by the book’ exciting and humiliation processing of the crucificands.

We were ordered to go inside the farmhouse, and form a queue. We shuffled uneasy, naked myself between two naked others, excited and humiliated at the same time. In was a next step in a process of degradation. First, getting orders, our personal belongings taken away, while forced to strip naked publically, then herded naked in a queue. When we arrived, we were free individuals. A lot of our individual personality and our free will has already been taken away. Gradually, we are deprived of dignity, to become a kind of possession of the Group.

The Leader went one by one and asked us what each tituli should have written on it. Her male assistant wrote the answers. For those who hesitated to make a choice, “pervert” was proposed as titulus.

Next, we were lined up on a row again and ordered to cross our wrists at our backs. Our wrists were bound together with rope. Another humiliation and degradation: we were now no more capable to use our hands. But the more of my dignity was removed, the more I felt one with my companion crucificands.

The Leader then offered us bottles with a liquid. She explained:

“It is a mix of drugs. A formula one of us, a brilliant pharmacologist, developed. It will help you a lot with the pain. It will also help with your sexual arousal. On the other hand, it is very toxic, but in your circumstances that is another advantage. You will only suffer on your crosses hours, not days.”

Obviously, the humiliating impact of our bound wrists became immediately clear. We had to drink the mix, but we could not use our hands to handle the bottles. We had to be fed by the assistants.

I can tell you, the drug had a good, although a bit medicinal taste.

Zephira forced a smile as she swallowed the liquid.

“Well, bottoms up!” she quipped, “Here’s to a short and painful crucifixion!”

The Leader smirked, her eyes dark with amusement.

“You have a sense of humor, Zephira. Let’s see how long it lasts.”

“You are here to die for our sexual pleasure. Now get out, let´s start with your execution!” She then ordered.

We were led to an overgrowth garden where about two dozen men and women were waiting. They let out a god humoured cheer when they noticed the seven naked and bound crucificands.

The drug did not miss its immediate effect. It made me feel lightheaded, it took away at least a bit of my shame, and made me easily susceptible to arousal.
The bound men were sporting big erections and the women showed also clear signs of sexual arousal. One had her pussy shaved, another had trimmed pubic hair and the third a landing strip down to her slit.

“These dumb submissives had shown up here on their own will. I don´t know what is in their sick minds, but I have no doubt they deserve what they are going to suffer!
Take them to crucify! “ The Leader ordered.

While the farmhouse, and the other buildings were looking neglected and in urgent need of a thorough renovation, the garden looked splendid! The blonde woman looked around.

“What a beautiful garden!” she remarked.

The audience of dominants watched us with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, their eyes hungry for the spectacle that was about to unfold.

They brought us to the tree line. Our wrists on our back were released. One by one, we were strung up by our wrists, our feet dangling about one meter above ground level. I got strung up between the blonde and a male victim. There was just half a meter between some of us. This made me feel very vulnerable, and the nearby nudity of others kept me aroused. Despite the drugs, hanging with our full weight by our wrists was a heavy effort, and all of us groaned to cope with the aches in the muscles and joints in our shoulders, elbows and wrists.

“This is a foretaste of your hanging to a cross!” The Leader said! “Get used to be tormented by your own body weight! But first, we shall whip you as a preparation and for the fun of my guests!”

Four women and three men took long whips and started delivering the punishment. Each had positioned behind a crucificand they were assigned to. Each in turn administered a stroke to ‘their’ victim. The long leather threads coiled around our naked bodies. Every stroke fell like I was hit by a hot glowing rod. It spread an intense sensation of heat over my skin, which both did hurt and felt arousing! At every stroke, we moaned and twisted. Due to the cycling, the strokes were given, each lash had time to spread its pain. Coping with the pain and trying to avoid the next stroke, our naked bodies regularly collided with a neighbour’s. There were at least twenty strokes, but we didn’t beg and we took the punishment well.

Once the whipping was finished, we were put on the ground again. Surprised I could still walk after such a torment, we faced our next ordeal. Seven heavy wooden beams, our patibuli, were on the grass at the side of a path that led uphill to a bare knoll. We were ordered to take one of the beams, it was put on our shoulders. We started to walk up the knoll, where several vertical stakes could be seen, waiting for our bodies.

That beam felt heavy, and carrying it up the knoll was difficult. Zephira tried to keep up the cheerful banter, with Carlos, but the latter rather remained stoic.

The blonde woman marched in front of me. The view of her gorgeous body, struggling with her crossbeam, was a delight to watch!

Step by step, we neared the summit of the knoll, where the instruments of our death awaited us.

In Roman times, crucifixion was a sanction for common criminals and slaves! Struggling with the heavy weight of the patibulum, trying to carry it uphill, naked, under a hot Spanish sun, I could hardly believe that I was, with six others, underway in a real via cruxis, to a real crucifixion! Our crucifixion! My crucifixion!

 

[Loxuru]

One of the guests among the onlookers made a drawing of his impression of the seven crucificands strung up for whipping!

 

[Loxuru]

Loxuru’s viewpoint : the crucifixions begin!

Finally, we arrived on the top of the knoll. It was not that high, just an elevation in the otherwise flat landscape, but the way to the top was nevertheless heavy, under the hot Sun, with the weight of a crossbeam on our shoulders, and our bare feet stepping over the sharp, hot soil. Sweating and exhausted, we all made it, no stragglers were left behind. Most likely, we had been fueled by the drug.

We were ordered to put down the beam and line up again. Our wrists were again bound to our back.

The top of the knoll was a plateau. Ten vertical posts or stipes had been set in a wide circular line. Our tituli were on the ground, close to a basket full of big, frightening nails.

Immediately, seven stipes were taken down and the beams got fixed to them to assemble our crosses. We silently watched the preparations, all most likely sharing the same conflicting emotions:. fear, anticipation and a perverse arousal.

While the preparations were going on, the reddish blonde shuffled closer to me.

“Hi!” she said with a silent voice.

“Hi!” I replied.

“Your name is Loxuru, right?” she asked.

“That’s right! And yours, if I may ask?”

“Call me Nicky! You had parked your car along the road! A moment of hesitation?”

“Something like that! Just considering everything, before I would cross a point of no return!”

“I guessed so!” she answered. “my intuition told me, you came for the same reason as me! When I saw you, I was relieved that I would not be alone in this! Don’t understand me wrong, but it’s fine, you decided to go on with it!”

“When you drove along me, my intuition told me the same about you! And the prospect of meeting such an attractive woman made me decide to go on!”

She giggled.

“And was it worth it!?” she asked.

“So far, it definitely is!”

“Have you noticed that man Carlos, Loxuru!?”

“Yes, sure!”

“I heard, he is a retired Colonel of the Spanish Air Force!”

“I heard the same!”

“Remarkable! He must have had a position with authority and domination, all his career long. And now he is here, to submit himself to this humiliating fate!”

“There should always a healthy barrier between our daily life and our fantasy! But, perhaps, when the opportunity calls..”

“Have you noticed Carlos’ attitude, Loxuru? Even in this situation, he … has an attitude of inspiring leadership! Without saying a word, his stoic pride is an example for us. I feel, he somehow keeps us together and going on! Or is that just an impression of mine?”

“You could be right about that!”

“I bet, Loxuru, that Carlos will have himself crucified in the middle position of the row! A commanding position!”

Meanwhile, the first cross was ready and The Leader called for whoever wanted to be first.
The dark-haired woman, came forward and was laid on the cross once she was unbound.

While The Leader softly talked to the black haired woman, apparently named Clara, lying down on her cross, the execution team got ready. Clara was given a piece of rubber to bite on during her nailing.

Among the other six crucificands, a deep silence had fallen. Fear, anticipation and arousal!
The Leader, while caressing Clara’s sex, gave the order, and the team nailed the woman quickly and efficiently.

The hammers fell and the three nails went into Clara’s body almost at the same time.
She groaned loud and arched her up her body, but never actually fought her nailing.
The hammers kept banging and soon the process was completed. The nails had been driven cleanly across the wrists and the feet of the naked woman and deep into the wood. At last, it was over, and the team stood up, watching the result of their work.

“Well done! You did very well, Clara!” The Leader said.

She took back the piece of rubber and Clara inhaled deeply several times. She took a look at her wrists, now with the big nails protruding.

“Drink some more and calm down honey!” The Leader said, while offering Clara another bottle of the drug.

Clara drunk several times.

“Now we are going to get you on the vertical so your crucifixion can really start. Get ready Love!”

Clara nodded, while tensing her body.

“Maintain your composure and have a good death Love!”

The team took the cross in another precise movement and at The Leader’s command, started to raise it.

The cross arched up, becoming erect. The stipe, the vertical post, felt back into its hole, and was quickly secured with wooden wedges.
Clara had been visibly stunned by the raising, but now she was trying to breathe again and opened her eyes looking at the men and women that observed her in awe. She also looked at the others waiting to join her and die.

Her expression was painful, but determined. She wasn’t going to beg to be released. Everybody admired her at that moment.

All the time, I could not believe, I was watching a real crucifixion! The blonde woman next to me stared at it with an amazed look in her eyes!

Clara’s face showed pain, but also pride.
She had been very brave and we all admired her. Her attitude was crucial and set the tone for the further event. If she should have lost her composure and would have cried for mercy, the morale of the remaining crucificands would have worsened, and the conditions of the next crucifixions would have been completely different,
But her courage was an example for all of us.
If she had been through it, we could do it too!

And it was no longer a fantasy. It was real. Now, there was a cross vertical, carrying a nailed body of a woman, naked and helpless, hanging from her nails. A woman was in front of us crucified, with real nails, to really die, and we were about to join her very soon.
We were going to die with her. Today. Nailed on our crosses, next to hers.
An idea so terrible and so sexy at the same time!

Without wasting time, The Leader ordered to go on with the executions.

Two men followed suit. They each also took their nailing and raising with the same bravery as Clara had shown! Both men were clearly struggling and in pain, but kept their pride and both sported an erection

The fourth cross was ready to take the next body. The middle cross.

I was a bit surprised that The Leader let us ‘volunteer’ for presenting ourselves to the cross. So far, I had hesitated. I wanted to see how it went. A bit cowardly, perhaps, since those who had stepped forward first, had really made a step into the unknown. Also reddish blonde Nicky next to me, was reluctant. I had the impression, she was hiding herself behind me. Of course, since the others had shown courage, defiance and pride during their nailing and now during their ordeal, this lay a burden on me, to behave the same way.

It was Carlos, also with a hard erection, who stepped forward and addressed us.

“I always dreamed of being crucified between a man and a woman. Would you mind if I go next and one of you..” he said while looking at the two naked women “… take the next cross?”

“I will take the cross next to yours if it pleases you!” the auburn hair woman answered.

“I will be honoured dying at your side.” Carlos answered.

For a moment, I had thought Nicky would volunteer, but she still seemed to hesitate. We nodded to Carlos, and the arrangement was settled.

“Told you, Lox! Carlos would go for the middle cross!“

Carlos looked somewhat anxious, when he stepped to his cross. The first three had maintained their composure during their nailing and raising and were behaving strong on their crosses. I bet that Carlos, despite his professional past, was concerned about he will behaviour during the cruelty he is about to face! Even in this humiliating process, as a former field officer, and taking up the symbolic middle cross, he cannot afford to disgrace himself in front of all the others. Nevertheless, what awaits him is for him as extreme and harsh as for anyone else! Would he be able to remain strong or would he beg and cry like a little girl when the nails will pierce his wrists?

Carlos had arrived at his cross, his wrists were released, and he did as he was told. He let himself fixing his arms and legs in the proper place. He accepted, like all others had done, the piece of rubber in his mouth.

While The Leader kept caressing his cock, the hammers came down! He arched up his body, grunting loudly. Then, his feet, placed one on top of the other, were skewered by a long spike and the nailing was completed. Carlos had taken it!

“Carlos, you have been very brave. The nailing went well. You are now one with your cross, attached to it forever!” The Leader said. She gave him another bottle of drugs to drink, while she kept caressing his cock.

Carlos looked terrified, as he was watching the big nails protruding from his wrists. He searched for eye contact with us, as if he wanted approval for his courage.

His titulus was fixed over his head, and the team prepared to raise his cross.

 

[carloscruz]

Very good Lox!
Only I don´t think I was planning to lead anything from my cross !
Just shame and pain while I offer myself to the audience and the other condemned crucificands.

I am a little busy now with work, but I will try to post more next week.

 

[Loinclothslave]

Very good Lox!
Only I don´t think I was planning to lead anything from my cross !
Just shame and pain while I offer myself to the audience and the other condemned crucificands.

I am a little busy now with work, but I will try to post more next week.

We can hang around, no worries, @carloscruz

 

[Loxuru]

Only I don´t think I was planning to lead anything from my cross !

I of course convey the impression, you make on other crucificands, even in this situation!

 

[carloscruz]

A nice work from Phlebas.
Not so muscular!