tygavin
Magistrate
Jason point of view
Of all the ways I had been humiliated so far, I believed nothing could faze me by this point.
I was wrong. Somehow the preparations were on par with the having my ass fucked while I was strapped down and crying, looking straight at Keri as she had the same happen to her. It was not on par with being forced to suck dick to ensure my wife remained in bliss till the moment the nails entered her body.
Yes, on my knees, caressing the guards balls and having his cock shoved in and out of my mouth while I tried clumsily to use my tongue to get him off so it could be over quicker was defintely worse than the preparations.
Still the preparations were more…frightening. I had a hose stuffed in my ass, filling me, and cleaning me over and over to make sure I had no incidents on the cross. My pubic hair was waxed from my body as well as all the hair below my neck. It was painful, my body felt on fire and even a slight breeze in the room from the door opening and closing lit my skin on fire. I felt more naked than I ever had in my life. I was never one who had an abundance of body hair, preferring to keep myself groomed at all times and looking my best. Still the act of having it forcibly removed from me so I would present a better picture during my death was worse than being fucked in the ass and as bad as sucking the guard’s cock
My only respite was admiring how gorgeous Keri looked, as well as the only other female in our group of ten, consisting of eight men and two women. We were all in one cage right now. It was ten AM. We would be chained together and led to the killing grounds at 11:45 AM and the crucifixions would begin at noon. I wasn’t sure what would happen during that fifteen minutes and didn’t want to think of it.
“You were lucky.” A man told me. I turned to him, wondering how anyone could consider any of us lucky.
Noticing the no doubt incredulous look on my face he explained.
“We all heard you two fucking. You got locked up with her. One other guy got locked up with that blonde over there. The rest of us guys were locked in the same cage, smoking pot, having a constant erection, and watching videos of women being crucified. A part of me was turned on to see those women suffer in pain and humiliation and another part was scared of the pain I would be enduring. Combine that with the magic weed and we were constantly hard.”
I shuddered, understanding his plight. He was right. I was incredibly lucky to have Keri. No matter how many homosexual acts I had been forced to perform, I had her to fuck when it was over.
“Did your guards…” I began, not sure how to ask this gently.
“Hell yes, they fucked us. Made us suck their dicks too. After a while we gave up, started jerking off in front of each other and then jerking each other off. We have nothing to lose, right? Getting a hand job beats doing it yourself. Between you and me, those two guys over there began sucking each other’s dicks last night when they thought we were asleep. Since I’m as good as dead I can admit the idea struck me too, but I was too tired from hanging yesterday. The experience has made me even more terrified.”
I understood and couldn’t judge. Would I have done the same? The man, all of the men caged together, had nothing to lose and didn’t have the comfort and companionship Keri offered me.
“Be glad you don’t have a handprint on you.” I told him.
He looked at me strangely. “You don’t see the big handprint on my chest?” he asked. “Its still there from when Mr. Williams touched me.”
I shivered, beginning to understand. We could only see the handprints of the ones who had been chosen by the same…Keri calls them demons. She and I would be playthings of our mystery woman and this man would belong to Mr. Williams, who I had not met.
Keri moved closer to me and asked me for a moment. We walked to the back of the spacious cage. She leaned into me and asked me to hold her which I did without hesitation. To my surprise, she was shivering. It hadn’t felt that cold in this dungeon, so I suspected she was frightened.
She placed her head in my neck and pressed her body flush with mine. My recently stripped skin burned but I didn’t mind. She was my lover and would be my fellow slave for eternity. I would never touch my wife again. Keri was as close to a wife as I would have for eternity.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones arrived and all hushed conversation in the cell ceased. Keri pressed closer against me.
Mr. Jones spoke. “Today is the day you have been building up to your entire lives. Your death will begin. I cannot tell you how long it will take for your bodies to give up. During the course of the last few days, you have no doubt been privy to information about the full-time inhabitants of this island, our VIPS, and been claimed by one of them.
“It is in your best interest to not speak to those watching you die of what you have learned. When you are on the cross you may think you have nothing to lose. You do. We are giving you a somewhat easy death.”
Easy, I thought. How could being crucified be easy?
“You have not been whipped, scourged, branded, starved, and constantly raped as you could have been. On the cross, you will have devices meant to impale your ass. You will be fucking yourself on the device as you rise and fall. This will be humiliating for you. It could be worse. It could always be worse. Think of that. Use your imagination and think of all we could do to you. You will not say a word. You may moan, beg for death, beg for water, and talk to our witnesses but you will not mention our true natures.”
He didn’t ask for agreement. He didn’t have to. The idea of what could happen was enough to terrify us all.
We were prepared. This time we were not collared but our hands were chained in front of us and attached to a chain belt worn by the person in front of us forming a line of restrained prisoners. The man in front was led by a guard pulling the chain wrapped around his waist. He was the leader of our death march.
I was grateful that it was Keri in front of her. I concentrated on the way her lovely ass flexed as she walked. While no doubt terrified, she held her head high, having regained her bravado when she left my arms. I did my best to emulate her.
It wasn’t a long walk out of the building. When we stepped outside I wished my hands were bound because I could not cover my eyes. The near afternoon sun blazed, and my eyes took time to adjust.
My ears heard a roar of a thousand cheers though. As my eyes adjusted, I saw hundreds lining the path to the killing field.
When we reached the fields as were led in front of crosses laid on the ground and placed in front of one. A row of crosses was in front of us as well.
My beautiful wife Chloe was in the next chain gang. Her smile was gone and even from forty feet away I could see she was shaking, and her breathing was heavy. I didn’t see a handprint on her. She would not be with me for eternity. It was better. I understood now what I was. I was a plaything. A toy. I was no longer her strong husband who controlled every aspect of her life. I had no say over her fate. All I could hope was her inherent goodness had spared her from an eternity of torture. She had never hurt anyone, never wanted to hurt anyone. When she saw the chosen dying she enjoyed it not because of bloodlust but because she imagined herself in their place. She had been born submissive. It was not her sin.
She met my eyes and tried to smile. I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring nod.
As I kept my eyes trained on her, on her long dark hair, her soft body, her dark, beautiful eyes, her flat tummy, and her breasts, pointed with small brown nipples, I couldn’t help but hear the people talking around us.
“He’s got a great ass.” I heard a man say. “His wife over there is gorgeous. At past gatherings they only fucked each other. I guess we can see it all now. His wife is a hot piece of ass.”
I heard conversations in the same vein all around, not just directed towards me but all the others as well. One enjoyed seeing the hard ass bitch shaking as she stood, speaking of Keri. Others were taking bets on who would scream the loudest when the nails went in.
I had never felt so alone in my life. I was no longer part of this group. I was just here for entertainment. I was nothing, a body for them to get off to.
Despite or perhaps because of my fear, my cock was growing. I was terrified and had always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I owned a gym. Showing off my body was natural, even if I had never shown this much. I was humiliated by the way I was spoken of. I was turned off by my wife’s naked body standing across from me.
Humiliation, fear, exhibitionism, attraction to my wife’s body, was causing me to have an erection. I glanced down the line and saw the other men had the same problem. Though they did not sport the same hardness I did, they were no longer flaccid and soft.
Mr. Jones stepped between the two rows.
“Let the executions begin. Guards, do your duty. Start with the submissives. Let our alphas know fear.”
Two guards grabbed my wife and forced her to lay back on her cross. She whimpered when her body touched the wood. Her arms were laid out along the cross and straps placed on her forearms. Her knees were bent up slightly so her feet rested on the slanted footrest she would no doubt be nailed to.
“Jason!” my Chloe screamed in fear, her feet dug into the ground, her wet pussy on display for hundreds who had a view of her spread legs.
I said nothing back. I couldn’t protect her so what could I say?
The hammer was raised, and I held my breath as it came down.
To be continued
Of all the ways I had been humiliated so far, I believed nothing could faze me by this point.
I was wrong. Somehow the preparations were on par with the having my ass fucked while I was strapped down and crying, looking straight at Keri as she had the same happen to her. It was not on par with being forced to suck dick to ensure my wife remained in bliss till the moment the nails entered her body.
Yes, on my knees, caressing the guards balls and having his cock shoved in and out of my mouth while I tried clumsily to use my tongue to get him off so it could be over quicker was defintely worse than the preparations.
Still the preparations were more…frightening. I had a hose stuffed in my ass, filling me, and cleaning me over and over to make sure I had no incidents on the cross. My pubic hair was waxed from my body as well as all the hair below my neck. It was painful, my body felt on fire and even a slight breeze in the room from the door opening and closing lit my skin on fire. I felt more naked than I ever had in my life. I was never one who had an abundance of body hair, preferring to keep myself groomed at all times and looking my best. Still the act of having it forcibly removed from me so I would present a better picture during my death was worse than being fucked in the ass and as bad as sucking the guard’s cock
My only respite was admiring how gorgeous Keri looked, as well as the only other female in our group of ten, consisting of eight men and two women. We were all in one cage right now. It was ten AM. We would be chained together and led to the killing grounds at 11:45 AM and the crucifixions would begin at noon. I wasn’t sure what would happen during that fifteen minutes and didn’t want to think of it.
“You were lucky.” A man told me. I turned to him, wondering how anyone could consider any of us lucky.
Noticing the no doubt incredulous look on my face he explained.
“We all heard you two fucking. You got locked up with her. One other guy got locked up with that blonde over there. The rest of us guys were locked in the same cage, smoking pot, having a constant erection, and watching videos of women being crucified. A part of me was turned on to see those women suffer in pain and humiliation and another part was scared of the pain I would be enduring. Combine that with the magic weed and we were constantly hard.”
I shuddered, understanding his plight. He was right. I was incredibly lucky to have Keri. No matter how many homosexual acts I had been forced to perform, I had her to fuck when it was over.
“Did your guards…” I began, not sure how to ask this gently.
“Hell yes, they fucked us. Made us suck their dicks too. After a while we gave up, started jerking off in front of each other and then jerking each other off. We have nothing to lose, right? Getting a hand job beats doing it yourself. Between you and me, those two guys over there began sucking each other’s dicks last night when they thought we were asleep. Since I’m as good as dead I can admit the idea struck me too, but I was too tired from hanging yesterday. The experience has made me even more terrified.”
I understood and couldn’t judge. Would I have done the same? The man, all of the men caged together, had nothing to lose and didn’t have the comfort and companionship Keri offered me.
“Be glad you don’t have a handprint on you.” I told him.
He looked at me strangely. “You don’t see the big handprint on my chest?” he asked. “Its still there from when Mr. Williams touched me.”
I shivered, beginning to understand. We could only see the handprints of the ones who had been chosen by the same…Keri calls them demons. She and I would be playthings of our mystery woman and this man would belong to Mr. Williams, who I had not met.
Keri moved closer to me and asked me for a moment. We walked to the back of the spacious cage. She leaned into me and asked me to hold her which I did without hesitation. To my surprise, she was shivering. It hadn’t felt that cold in this dungeon, so I suspected she was frightened.
She placed her head in my neck and pressed her body flush with mine. My recently stripped skin burned but I didn’t mind. She was my lover and would be my fellow slave for eternity. I would never touch my wife again. Keri was as close to a wife as I would have for eternity.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones arrived and all hushed conversation in the cell ceased. Keri pressed closer against me.
Mr. Jones spoke. “Today is the day you have been building up to your entire lives. Your death will begin. I cannot tell you how long it will take for your bodies to give up. During the course of the last few days, you have no doubt been privy to information about the full-time inhabitants of this island, our VIPS, and been claimed by one of them.
“It is in your best interest to not speak to those watching you die of what you have learned. When you are on the cross you may think you have nothing to lose. You do. We are giving you a somewhat easy death.”
Easy, I thought. How could being crucified be easy?
“You have not been whipped, scourged, branded, starved, and constantly raped as you could have been. On the cross, you will have devices meant to impale your ass. You will be fucking yourself on the device as you rise and fall. This will be humiliating for you. It could be worse. It could always be worse. Think of that. Use your imagination and think of all we could do to you. You will not say a word. You may moan, beg for death, beg for water, and talk to our witnesses but you will not mention our true natures.”
He didn’t ask for agreement. He didn’t have to. The idea of what could happen was enough to terrify us all.
We were prepared. This time we were not collared but our hands were chained in front of us and attached to a chain belt worn by the person in front of us forming a line of restrained prisoners. The man in front was led by a guard pulling the chain wrapped around his waist. He was the leader of our death march.
I was grateful that it was Keri in front of her. I concentrated on the way her lovely ass flexed as she walked. While no doubt terrified, she held her head high, having regained her bravado when she left my arms. I did my best to emulate her.
It wasn’t a long walk out of the building. When we stepped outside I wished my hands were bound because I could not cover my eyes. The near afternoon sun blazed, and my eyes took time to adjust.
My ears heard a roar of a thousand cheers though. As my eyes adjusted, I saw hundreds lining the path to the killing field.
When we reached the fields as were led in front of crosses laid on the ground and placed in front of one. A row of crosses was in front of us as well.
My beautiful wife Chloe was in the next chain gang. Her smile was gone and even from forty feet away I could see she was shaking, and her breathing was heavy. I didn’t see a handprint on her. She would not be with me for eternity. It was better. I understood now what I was. I was a plaything. A toy. I was no longer her strong husband who controlled every aspect of her life. I had no say over her fate. All I could hope was her inherent goodness had spared her from an eternity of torture. She had never hurt anyone, never wanted to hurt anyone. When she saw the chosen dying she enjoyed it not because of bloodlust but because she imagined herself in their place. She had been born submissive. It was not her sin.
She met my eyes and tried to smile. I gave her what I hoped was a reassuring nod.
As I kept my eyes trained on her, on her long dark hair, her soft body, her dark, beautiful eyes, her flat tummy, and her breasts, pointed with small brown nipples, I couldn’t help but hear the people talking around us.
“He’s got a great ass.” I heard a man say. “His wife over there is gorgeous. At past gatherings they only fucked each other. I guess we can see it all now. His wife is a hot piece of ass.”
I heard conversations in the same vein all around, not just directed towards me but all the others as well. One enjoyed seeing the hard ass bitch shaking as she stood, speaking of Keri. Others were taking bets on who would scream the loudest when the nails went in.
I had never felt so alone in my life. I was no longer part of this group. I was just here for entertainment. I was nothing, a body for them to get off to.
Despite or perhaps because of my fear, my cock was growing. I was terrified and had always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I owned a gym. Showing off my body was natural, even if I had never shown this much. I was humiliated by the way I was spoken of. I was turned off by my wife’s naked body standing across from me.
Humiliation, fear, exhibitionism, attraction to my wife’s body, was causing me to have an erection. I glanced down the line and saw the other men had the same problem. Though they did not sport the same hardness I did, they were no longer flaccid and soft.
Mr. Jones stepped between the two rows.
“Let the executions begin. Guards, do your duty. Start with the submissives. Let our alphas know fear.”
Two guards grabbed my wife and forced her to lay back on her cross. She whimpered when her body touched the wood. Her arms were laid out along the cross and straps placed on her forearms. Her knees were bent up slightly so her feet rested on the slanted footrest she would no doubt be nailed to.
“Jason!” my Chloe screamed in fear, her feet dug into the ground, her wet pussy on display for hundreds who had a view of her spread legs.
I said nothing back. I couldn’t protect her so what could I say?
The hammer was raised, and I held my breath as it came down.
To be continued