TheLimey
Governor
Part 12
How long had she been hanging on the cross? The sun was high in the sky when they had first put her up there, and now the moon was in its place, and the only light was provided by a bonfire in front of her.
She was exhausted, and everything hurt. Her wrists and feet were a constant dull roar, but her shoulders were burning from the effects of hanging. Her legs kept cramping, so she couldn't use them too often to lever herself up to help her shoulders. The cornu filled her arse, and her sphincter muscles were spasming around it.
At first she had 'danced' for a good while, as they called it, working her legs and shoulders to hold herself up on the cross, lowering back down as her muscles got tired, only to repeat the process again a short period after. She could see the effect she was having on some of the crowd. Numerous groups had had sex in front of her, her own groans adding to theirs.
Other people were more curious about J. A number of them, male and female, had approached and had spent time touching her, running hands over her straining muscles, feeling the welts in her skin, touching the nails that held her to the cross. The bravest had zeroed in on her crotch, remarking how wet she was, slipping fingers in and out of her aching cunt until she came with a violence that shocked her.
Now though, almost everyone had drifted away, a series of vehicles taking them back to the main site. Just a handful of people remained.
Two people approached. The twins who had helped her, both still naked. One held a bottle up to J's lips, and J drank greedily. The other poured oil into her hands and started to massage J's legs.
'We understand you now,' said the one with the bottle. 'We understand why you do this'
Both twins turned, showing J backs that were red raw with the signs of a fresh whipping.
'We needed to feel some of what you felt, ' continued the other twin. 'We needed to see if we could go even some of the path you chose.'
The twin who had massaged J's legs knelt at her twin's side. 'We're going to take it in turns. For six months, I'll belong to her. Then she'll belong to me.'
They turned and left, holding hands, whilst J wondered at how far from humanity some of the Meths had fallen.
Finally, as the fire settled into a long slow burn, Roberts appeared. He stood in front of J, and gazed at her.
'I'm disappointed, Miss Vieta. It seems the majority of my guests are so jaded that they don't care to stay.'
He reached up, and stroked J's face. 'Fuck them. I've told my men to kick everyone out of the main site at 6am. They don't deserve this.' He swallowed. 'They don't deserve you.'
He had a small box with him, which he placed on the ground in front of the cross. He carefully removed his clothing, revealing his erect cock. When he stood on the box, it was nudging against the open folds of J's cunt.
J looked into his eyes. 'Fuck me..... Master...'
Roberts slowly inched his way inside her, and J moaned at the sensation of the wooden cornu and Roberts' cock buried deep inside her. Everything had built up to this moment. His thrusting started to move her on the cross, the welts on her back opening again as they rubbed against the upright, the nail holes starting to bleed once more. The agony drove her, and she came, her head tossed back, screaming at the sky.
On and on it went, never seeming to reach a plateau, wave after wave of sensation crashing down onto her, until she no longer knew what pain and pleasure were.
Finally, she felt Roberts speed up, and he came, one final orgasm tearing out of her tortured body. Roberts withdrew, and J felt his come drop out of her. She slumped, moaning as her weight wrenched at her muscles again.
Roberts stepped off the box, then sat down by the fire.
'Don't leave me to die alone, Master...' J's voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.
'Never,' he replied.
How long had she been hanging on the cross? The sun was high in the sky when they had first put her up there, and now the moon was in its place, and the only light was provided by a bonfire in front of her.
She was exhausted, and everything hurt. Her wrists and feet were a constant dull roar, but her shoulders were burning from the effects of hanging. Her legs kept cramping, so she couldn't use them too often to lever herself up to help her shoulders. The cornu filled her arse, and her sphincter muscles were spasming around it.
At first she had 'danced' for a good while, as they called it, working her legs and shoulders to hold herself up on the cross, lowering back down as her muscles got tired, only to repeat the process again a short period after. She could see the effect she was having on some of the crowd. Numerous groups had had sex in front of her, her own groans adding to theirs.
Other people were more curious about J. A number of them, male and female, had approached and had spent time touching her, running hands over her straining muscles, feeling the welts in her skin, touching the nails that held her to the cross. The bravest had zeroed in on her crotch, remarking how wet she was, slipping fingers in and out of her aching cunt until she came with a violence that shocked her.
Now though, almost everyone had drifted away, a series of vehicles taking them back to the main site. Just a handful of people remained.
Two people approached. The twins who had helped her, both still naked. One held a bottle up to J's lips, and J drank greedily. The other poured oil into her hands and started to massage J's legs.
'We understand you now,' said the one with the bottle. 'We understand why you do this'
Both twins turned, showing J backs that were red raw with the signs of a fresh whipping.
'We needed to feel some of what you felt, ' continued the other twin. 'We needed to see if we could go even some of the path you chose.'
The twin who had massaged J's legs knelt at her twin's side. 'We're going to take it in turns. For six months, I'll belong to her. Then she'll belong to me.'
They turned and left, holding hands, whilst J wondered at how far from humanity some of the Meths had fallen.
Finally, as the fire settled into a long slow burn, Roberts appeared. He stood in front of J, and gazed at her.
'I'm disappointed, Miss Vieta. It seems the majority of my guests are so jaded that they don't care to stay.'
He reached up, and stroked J's face. 'Fuck them. I've told my men to kick everyone out of the main site at 6am. They don't deserve this.' He swallowed. 'They don't deserve you.'
He had a small box with him, which he placed on the ground in front of the cross. He carefully removed his clothing, revealing his erect cock. When he stood on the box, it was nudging against the open folds of J's cunt.
J looked into his eyes. 'Fuck me..... Master...'
Roberts slowly inched his way inside her, and J moaned at the sensation of the wooden cornu and Roberts' cock buried deep inside her. Everything had built up to this moment. His thrusting started to move her on the cross, the welts on her back opening again as they rubbed against the upright, the nail holes starting to bleed once more. The agony drove her, and she came, her head tossed back, screaming at the sky.
On and on it went, never seeming to reach a plateau, wave after wave of sensation crashing down onto her, until she no longer knew what pain and pleasure were.
Finally, she felt Roberts speed up, and he came, one final orgasm tearing out of her tortured body. Roberts withdrew, and J felt his come drop out of her. She slumped, moaning as her weight wrenched at her muscles again.
Roberts stepped off the box, then sat down by the fire.
'Don't leave me to die alone, Master...' J's voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.
'Never,' he replied.
