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Condemned
I write erotic stories as a hobby, as a way to live my own fantasies. Some of them revolve around crucifixion, an old fantasy of mine. I guess this is a nice place to share them.
Part 1/3
It is a nice spring day. I am wearing a light yellow sundress and a pair of rope sandals and The sun shines nicely over the blurred fields on the other side of the train window. The warmth of the day makes me feel nice and relaxed. It is a nice day for a radical change I am scared, but excited.
I look at myself in the window and I see a just ordinary "next door" girl in her twenties. I am average height, average bust size, a nice, feminine, hourglass shape, green eyes and long, natural blond curly hair. I am not thin, nor especially curvy. I am a girl like many others that you can find on the bus, in your class or in your neighborhood.
Everything began a week ago, no, actually, the real beginning was more than one month ago. A medical examination confirmed my worst fear: I had a tumor like the one my aunt Dalia had few years before and there was not much hope. A couple of years, if I was lucky and started getting awful medical cocktails right now, six months if I was unlucky. The worst part is that toward the end I would end up living on opiates like my aunt and this idea scared me.
A couple of weeks after the bad news, I was reading the messages in a fetish forum (well, yes, I have some wild fantasies, as you will discover) and found a guy who published a short tale that resonated with my own fantasy. I decided that I wanted to end my days by living that fantasy. Yes, they are "hard" fantasies, but what did I have to loose?
We started messaging, I wanted to sense if he was willing to do this for real. Initially he was scared. I guess he is a really nice guy, just with some fantasies doomed to remain... fantasies, at least so he believed. We talked for a while, he understood that I really wanted to do this and he accepted... I guess he sees this like some kind of assisted suicide or fulfilling the last wish of someone.
I currently do not have a partner, just few friends, relatives and coworkers. We agreed that I should "vanish softly," as merging with the background, without leaving any track, any memory of mine. He devised a smart solution for that, although I do not know what is. Everything I know is that he asked me for a PO Box where he sent a smartphone with pre-paid card. The smartphone has an app that from the tweets of a special Twitter account extracts the messages for me. Hidden in plain view, I like it. Do not ask me how it is done, this stuff is not my forte.
The instructions I received asked me to tell to my friends and colleagues that I would be away for few months, so they will not search for me too soon. I would leave home with just a bare minimum for the trip, leaving there my original smartphone, credit cards and other traceable stuff. I just would take with me some cache, the new smartphone and nothing much. I should travel by train to a small Swiss village, buying the ticket at the counter and paying with cache. At the rail station I should go to the baggage storage boxes where I'll find new instructions.
Now I am on the train and I cannot help thinking about what will happen and how there is no turning back. There would be no turning back anyway in few months, at least this is a decision that I made. I am also going to live my fantasy and this excites and scares me at the same time. The fields blur away in front of me while I daydream and doze...
I suddenly jerk awake, just before my destination, afraid I missed it. I descend the train and look around, bathed in the warm sun and the nice cool air. The village is really a very small one, in a mountain context, the kind that you would imagine by thinking about an Alpine village. Fresh, crispy air, green grass and wooden houses, yes, very cliche, but it is real. There are cows too... Anyway, to the baggage store.
In the assigned box I find a backpack; inside the backpack there is a long t-shirt (one of those that arrive halfway the thighs), a map, a bottle, some snacks and a letter.
"Dear friend,
if you are reading this it means that you are really willing to live your fantasy. In this case I promise you that I will do my best to make our fantasy alive.
I guess you are a bit scared (who wouldn't?) and I think that the fear would risk ruin the experience of pain that you desire to live. Therefore, I though a path for you that will allow you to learn how to resign yourself, giving yourself to me, accepting everything I will do to you. This is not your average BDSM play.
If this scares you, I'll understand and you can abort the plan here, taking a train back to home. I am honest: if you want to go back, I will understand. If you want, we can keep chatting in the forum and maybe retry at a later time.
However, if you are really determined moving further, I'll ask you to do this: remove your clothes (in a suitable place, of course) and wear the t-shirt. You should wear only the t-shirt, yes, no underwear, nor shoes. That t-shirt will be your only dress for the rest of your days.
Put your dress and shoes (are they made from only vegetable fibers as I asked you?) in the same storage box, someone will take it, cleaning every trace of you. Take with you your money, the smartphone and the map.
You can see on the map your new destination that you'll reach by foot. It is almost 60 km away and this means three days of barefoot walking, part on the road, part in the woods. Most probably you have not enough money to sleep in a hotel, so you'll need to sleep in the open. You can find on the map few suitable places for sleeping safely, together with the locations of few stands where you can buy hot-dogs, pretzels and stuff. You can fill the bottle to few fountains along the way and the snacks will help you when no food stand is near.
Yes, it is something demanding, but it is just the beginning of your new life. Also, if you actually do this — walking barefoot for three days, sleeping in the wood and washing yourself in the rivers — it will be a proof that you really, really, want it.
Again, if you change your mind and want to go back, I can understand.
When you'll arrive to your new destination, I will be there for you.See you in three days (maybe)"
My hearth beats as crazy. I am picturing myself with just a t-shirt on, walking barefoot on roads and footpaths, sleeping under the stars, with wild animals around me. I am scared and excited at the same time. I'll do it, this is my doom. I am even a bit dizzy. My final days will be to be remembered.
There is none around (it is an early Sunday morning in a small Swiss village), so I decide to change here. First I remove my sandals and feel the gravel under my feet. It is just the beginning. Then I remove my sundress and my panties. I remain for a moment there naked, feeling the sun and the light wind on my skin, the earth under my feet. It is so nice. There is none around, so I decide to remain naked a bit more. I fold the dress and the panties and put them in the box with the sandals. I kiss them goodbye, I am moving toward my destiny and you, my nice sunny dress, are part of my old life. Goodbye.
I hear voices and I put hastily the t-shirt on. My heart is racing, but inside me there is a small malicious smile, I feel so secretly pervert. I check the map and... let's do the first step that starts every new trip!
It is the first time I do a multi-day walk like this, and it is the first time that I walk barefoot for so long. It is funny, you learn to recognize the different type of soils, trying to walk on large, smooth stones rather than gravel or roads. Depending on the soil walking barefoot can be painful. Every now and then I need to stop. If there is a river, I cool my feet there. The feeling of destiny is growing stronger. My feet are dark from the dirt and if I clean them they are red from the friction with the soil.
I think that if I am in the middle of the wood, I can safely take my t-shirt off and remain naked. Sleeping naked is great, sleeping naked under the stars, feeling the pine needles under my skin, knowing what expects me at the end is just wonderful. I need to masturbate myself since I am too excited to sleep. The wave of endorphins that follows removes the excitation of the day and I fell asleep as a log. I wake up early in the morning with the sun rising and birds singing. Yes, yes, very cliche, almost Disney-ish, but it is real... Few dried fruits from the snacks in the backpack are my breakfast, together with some soluble coffee dissolved in river water. Is this water safe? Oh, well...
I bath in the river for some toilets and I feel like in a painting by Manet. I do not really need it, but I wanted to feel the cold water flowing over my body. I guess I need to touch myself again... Oh well, it is just me, the river and the birds.
Now, however, I feel quite weak. There is a small village down there where I go to have some real breakfast. I have no way to towel me dry, so the t-shirt remains a bit adherent to my body. I guess I am quite a view, with my wet blond curly hairs, the t-shirt showing my curves and my nipples hardened by the cold and barefoot. In the bar there is a boy in its early twenties and I can feel his glances upon me. I get a bit nervous, but then I think that maybe later he will have self-fun remembering me and this gratifies and excites me. I play with him, letting fall the smartphone at my feet and asking him to pick it for me. He leans forward, running his head near my legs and I open a bit, letting him to glance below the t-shirt. By the blush on his face I understand that I actually glanced. I thank him with a kiss and leave.
For how much long will he jack-off, remembering this moment? I feel so bad and perverted. If someone few months ago predicted this to me, I would have said "You are crazy, this femme fatale is not me." I feel so bad and alive... Bad... Well, in a sense I made (and will make, in the memory) him happy.
If he just knew what expects me...
Back to the path, toward my doom... Yeah a bit melodramatic. The trees have nice new leaves with a light green that filters the sun, there is a nice smell of flowers and fungus, and old wood. It came to my mind that I could get lice, but... who cares?
Part 1/3
It is a nice spring day. I am wearing a light yellow sundress and a pair of rope sandals and The sun shines nicely over the blurred fields on the other side of the train window. The warmth of the day makes me feel nice and relaxed. It is a nice day for a radical change I am scared, but excited.
I look at myself in the window and I see a just ordinary "next door" girl in her twenties. I am average height, average bust size, a nice, feminine, hourglass shape, green eyes and long, natural blond curly hair. I am not thin, nor especially curvy. I am a girl like many others that you can find on the bus, in your class or in your neighborhood.
Everything began a week ago, no, actually, the real beginning was more than one month ago. A medical examination confirmed my worst fear: I had a tumor like the one my aunt Dalia had few years before and there was not much hope. A couple of years, if I was lucky and started getting awful medical cocktails right now, six months if I was unlucky. The worst part is that toward the end I would end up living on opiates like my aunt and this idea scared me.
A couple of weeks after the bad news, I was reading the messages in a fetish forum (well, yes, I have some wild fantasies, as you will discover) and found a guy who published a short tale that resonated with my own fantasy. I decided that I wanted to end my days by living that fantasy. Yes, they are "hard" fantasies, but what did I have to loose?
We started messaging, I wanted to sense if he was willing to do this for real. Initially he was scared. I guess he is a really nice guy, just with some fantasies doomed to remain... fantasies, at least so he believed. We talked for a while, he understood that I really wanted to do this and he accepted... I guess he sees this like some kind of assisted suicide or fulfilling the last wish of someone.
I currently do not have a partner, just few friends, relatives and coworkers. We agreed that I should "vanish softly," as merging with the background, without leaving any track, any memory of mine. He devised a smart solution for that, although I do not know what is. Everything I know is that he asked me for a PO Box where he sent a smartphone with pre-paid card. The smartphone has an app that from the tweets of a special Twitter account extracts the messages for me. Hidden in plain view, I like it. Do not ask me how it is done, this stuff is not my forte.
The instructions I received asked me to tell to my friends and colleagues that I would be away for few months, so they will not search for me too soon. I would leave home with just a bare minimum for the trip, leaving there my original smartphone, credit cards and other traceable stuff. I just would take with me some cache, the new smartphone and nothing much. I should travel by train to a small Swiss village, buying the ticket at the counter and paying with cache. At the rail station I should go to the baggage storage boxes where I'll find new instructions.
Now I am on the train and I cannot help thinking about what will happen and how there is no turning back. There would be no turning back anyway in few months, at least this is a decision that I made. I am also going to live my fantasy and this excites and scares me at the same time. The fields blur away in front of me while I daydream and doze...
I suddenly jerk awake, just before my destination, afraid I missed it. I descend the train and look around, bathed in the warm sun and the nice cool air. The village is really a very small one, in a mountain context, the kind that you would imagine by thinking about an Alpine village. Fresh, crispy air, green grass and wooden houses, yes, very cliche, but it is real. There are cows too... Anyway, to the baggage store.
In the assigned box I find a backpack; inside the backpack there is a long t-shirt (one of those that arrive halfway the thighs), a map, a bottle, some snacks and a letter.
"Dear friend,
if you are reading this it means that you are really willing to live your fantasy. In this case I promise you that I will do my best to make our fantasy alive.
I guess you are a bit scared (who wouldn't?) and I think that the fear would risk ruin the experience of pain that you desire to live. Therefore, I though a path for you that will allow you to learn how to resign yourself, giving yourself to me, accepting everything I will do to you. This is not your average BDSM play.
If this scares you, I'll understand and you can abort the plan here, taking a train back to home. I am honest: if you want to go back, I will understand. If you want, we can keep chatting in the forum and maybe retry at a later time.
However, if you are really determined moving further, I'll ask you to do this: remove your clothes (in a suitable place, of course) and wear the t-shirt. You should wear only the t-shirt, yes, no underwear, nor shoes. That t-shirt will be your only dress for the rest of your days.
Put your dress and shoes (are they made from only vegetable fibers as I asked you?) in the same storage box, someone will take it, cleaning every trace of you. Take with you your money, the smartphone and the map.
You can see on the map your new destination that you'll reach by foot. It is almost 60 km away and this means three days of barefoot walking, part on the road, part in the woods. Most probably you have not enough money to sleep in a hotel, so you'll need to sleep in the open. You can find on the map few suitable places for sleeping safely, together with the locations of few stands where you can buy hot-dogs, pretzels and stuff. You can fill the bottle to few fountains along the way and the snacks will help you when no food stand is near.
Yes, it is something demanding, but it is just the beginning of your new life. Also, if you actually do this — walking barefoot for three days, sleeping in the wood and washing yourself in the rivers — it will be a proof that you really, really, want it.
Again, if you change your mind and want to go back, I can understand.
When you'll arrive to your new destination, I will be there for you.See you in three days (maybe)"
My hearth beats as crazy. I am picturing myself with just a t-shirt on, walking barefoot on roads and footpaths, sleeping under the stars, with wild animals around me. I am scared and excited at the same time. I'll do it, this is my doom. I am even a bit dizzy. My final days will be to be remembered.
There is none around (it is an early Sunday morning in a small Swiss village), so I decide to change here. First I remove my sandals and feel the gravel under my feet. It is just the beginning. Then I remove my sundress and my panties. I remain for a moment there naked, feeling the sun and the light wind on my skin, the earth under my feet. It is so nice. There is none around, so I decide to remain naked a bit more. I fold the dress and the panties and put them in the box with the sandals. I kiss them goodbye, I am moving toward my destiny and you, my nice sunny dress, are part of my old life. Goodbye.
I hear voices and I put hastily the t-shirt on. My heart is racing, but inside me there is a small malicious smile, I feel so secretly pervert. I check the map and... let's do the first step that starts every new trip!
It is the first time I do a multi-day walk like this, and it is the first time that I walk barefoot for so long. It is funny, you learn to recognize the different type of soils, trying to walk on large, smooth stones rather than gravel or roads. Depending on the soil walking barefoot can be painful. Every now and then I need to stop. If there is a river, I cool my feet there. The feeling of destiny is growing stronger. My feet are dark from the dirt and if I clean them they are red from the friction with the soil.
I think that if I am in the middle of the wood, I can safely take my t-shirt off and remain naked. Sleeping naked is great, sleeping naked under the stars, feeling the pine needles under my skin, knowing what expects me at the end is just wonderful. I need to masturbate myself since I am too excited to sleep. The wave of endorphins that follows removes the excitation of the day and I fell asleep as a log. I wake up early in the morning with the sun rising and birds singing. Yes, yes, very cliche, almost Disney-ish, but it is real... Few dried fruits from the snacks in the backpack are my breakfast, together with some soluble coffee dissolved in river water. Is this water safe? Oh, well...
I bath in the river for some toilets and I feel like in a painting by Manet. I do not really need it, but I wanted to feel the cold water flowing over my body. I guess I need to touch myself again... Oh well, it is just me, the river and the birds.
Now, however, I feel quite weak. There is a small village down there where I go to have some real breakfast. I have no way to towel me dry, so the t-shirt remains a bit adherent to my body. I guess I am quite a view, with my wet blond curly hairs, the t-shirt showing my curves and my nipples hardened by the cold and barefoot. In the bar there is a boy in its early twenties and I can feel his glances upon me. I get a bit nervous, but then I think that maybe later he will have self-fun remembering me and this gratifies and excites me. I play with him, letting fall the smartphone at my feet and asking him to pick it for me. He leans forward, running his head near my legs and I open a bit, letting him to glance below the t-shirt. By the blush on his face I understand that I actually glanced. I thank him with a kiss and leave.
For how much long will he jack-off, remembering this moment? I feel so bad and perverted. If someone few months ago predicted this to me, I would have said "You are crazy, this femme fatale is not me." I feel so bad and alive... Bad... Well, in a sense I made (and will make, in the memory) him happy.
If he just knew what expects me...
Back to the path, toward my doom... Yeah a bit melodramatic. The trees have nice new leaves with a light green that filters the sun, there is a nice smell of flowers and fungus, and old wood. It came to my mind that I could get lice, but... who cares?
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