The Crux Club by jessica Gentry Everyone who knew them agreed that Ken and Lori were the perfect couple. They were high school sweethearts, attended the same college, and were married shortly after they graduated. Ken was extremely handsome, Lori was drop dead gorgeous and they were so deeply in love. They began experimenting with bondage soon after getting married and found that they agreed on this as they agreed on just about everything. Ken found that he enjoyed playing the dominant role and Lori found that she loved being the submissive. She found that she could really let herself go while she was bound and also found that her orgasms were much more intense in bondage. Their needs seemed to complement each other perfectly and they found that they were getting deeper into the BDSM scene with each passing day. One day Ken was surfing the net and found a bondage club that seemed very appealing and discussed it with Lori who was willing to give it a try. And try it they did. They rationalized that bondage games and sex with other couples would not hurt their love for each other and they found that they were right. Lori loved being bound, whipped and tortured in many different ways in front of other couples and enjoyed being fucked by the other group members. Ken not only enjoyed whipping and fucking the other women, but thoroughly enjoyed seeing his wife dominated and fucked by others. Their love still was only for each other. Everything else was simply sex, nothing more; but GOOD sex. After they were club members for several months and became one of the most popular couples in the group, they were invited by one of the other members to join another club with a much more narrow point of view - a crucifixion club. After some discussion, they decided to attend one of the meetings as guests and were fascinated by what they found there. The entire club was devoted only to crucifixion exactly as it was explained to them. During the first meeting they attended, one of the women members was whipped and crucified for about three hours. They attended two more meetings as guests, and at each a different woman was whipped, used sexually by the members and finally crucified. As guests, they could not participate in anything that was going on, but could merely observe. They became intrigued beyond belief and soon asked if they could join the club themselves. They wanted to get in on the action and joining was the only way to do so. It was brought to all of the members for a vote and they were approved for membership with the standard new member proviso. Lori would be the next woman to be crucified. She had of course been subjected to discipline and punishment many times previously, but there was something about this that not only scared her, but excited her as nothing had before. Her crucifixion was scheduled for the following Saturday, and would be a formal one, not just the shorter evening crucifixions that they had witnessed. It was explained to them she could back out at any time prior to the crucifixion itself, but once it started only Ken could call a halt before the members agreed for it to end. If he did, however, they would not become full members and would be banished from the group. When the day finally arrived, Lori was extremely scared, but excited more than she ever had been in any previous bondage scenario. At the appointed time they came to the club and the festivities started. Lori was unceremoniously stripped naked and hung to receive her flogging. She was given her 39 strokes and they were very severe indeed. It was at this point that the true reality of her situation struck home. This was for real, and she could not stop it. Only her husband could, if he chose to. At the conclusion of her flogging she was made to carry the cross to the site of the crucifixion and on the way received several more strokes of the whip to hurry her progress. When at last she arrived at the site of the crucifixion, she was bound to her cross at wrists and ankles, and the cross was hoisted and dropped into the hole roughly. Just the dropping of the cross caused pain in her bound naked body, and she was just at the start of her torment. It didn't take her long before she realized that this would be like no other torture that she had ever received. Lori's first crucifixion had begun, and it was an experience in pain that she would never forget. During her journey into bondage, Lori had experienced many different types of pain and humiliation, but everything about her crucifixion was so much worse. The horrible pain in her arms and shoulders, her chest and abdomen. The inability to breathe and learning how to do the dance so that she was able to breathe. The obscene display of her naked body dancing for all of the group's members. It was not long before she began to plead in earnest to be released. But that was not to be. As the day progressed, members of the club came to play with her nudity. Breasts were slapped, nipples horribly pinched, and fingers inserted into her. It was not long before she was past caring. She had resigned herself to the fact that she was helpless and would be tortured as the group wished her to be. Sometime in the afternoon she lost control of her bladder and she peed herself. She no longer cared. Increasingly, she was able to dance less and less and she just hung limply most of the time. Her breaths came in short frequent gasps which was all she could manage. She fainted several times and was revived with icy water. At the end of the day she gave up all hope, and decided to no longer fight what she thought the inevitable would be. She fainted for the last time, and could not be revived on her cross. Her crucifixion had ended. She was taken from her cross and revived lying on the floor. Her body screamed in agony from head to toe, but she had passed her test. They were now full fledged members of the club. After Lori's crucifixion, she and Ken became very active members in the club, participating in the crucifixions of many other women. The sex swapping was great, the torturing was fantastic and Lori got off on being tortured also. They were members of the club for over a year, and Lori had been crucified twice more when things really got interesting. All of the members were very much into BDSM in general and crucifixion in particular, and they were always looking for more. No one remembered who got the idea first or how the idea caught on, but the members were now discussing whether they could pull off a real crucifixion. The more it was discussed, the surer the members were that it could be pulled off. One of the members had some farmland in a remote section of upstate New York. A crucifixion could be carried out with no one the wiser. But where would they get the victim? There were over one hundred couples in the club, and the idea was tossed out about the victim being one of their own, drawn by lot. Some of the group members thought the idea was crazy and not only refused to get involved, but wanted nothing to do with this idea at all. But amazingly, most of the couples started to go along with the idea. Finally when all was said and done there were eighty couples willing to participate. The rules were simple. There would be 70 white marbles and 10 black marbles put in a drum. One marble would be drawn for each couple. As each of the black balls was drawn, both the man and woman would be tightly and helplessly bound until there were ten such couples. The second drawing of the balls would then commence as marbles were drawn for each couple, if a white marble were drawn the couple would be released until at some point the black marble was drawn. When that occurred, the man would be place in a steel cage which had been constructed, and the woman would be taken and crucified to death. Ample opportunity was given for all of the couples to back out, but on the day of reckoning amazingly everyone showed up, 80 couples in all. Each couple no doubt thinking that it could not lose with odds of 80 to one. Of course, one couple would be wrong, dead wrong. Ken and Lori of course had discussed this at great length. Although they were somewhat scared, they too thought it just about impossible to lose and they were greatly excited by the whole idea. One of the women would actually be crucified to death! How many people in modern times had witnessed such a spectacle? Surely very few. They were ready to embark on the greatest adventure of their lives. Their love would be so much stronger when all was concluded, and they knew that they would be changed forever. They could not wait for things to begin. When the day finally arrived, a young woman who was not one of the 80 couples was used to draw the marbles. She was the only woman allowed there that day who was not at risk of losing. Her name was Jennifer, and was the youngest woman in the group and many also felt that she was the most beautiful. She was one of the very few single women in the group. Single women were allowed in the group, but no single men were. Jennifer had been crucified several times, and her beauty on the cross was unsurpassed. That is why she was chosen, and all of the men wished that she too were participating. The marbles were placed in a metal pot. Additionally, Jennifer was blindfolded. No one would see the color of the marble chosen until she held it up for all to see. The couples were each assigned numbers from one to 80 and the drawing of the marbles then began. Ken and Lori were assigned number 53 and awaited their turn just as every one else did. The drawing of the marbles commenced, and a black marble was not drawn until couple number twelve. Immediately both husband and wife were bound tightly and the drawing continued. By the time the fiftieth couple's marble was drawn, there were already eight losers. Thirty couples to go and only two more would lose. Very good odds. The drawing of the marbles continued. Fifty-one, white; Fifty-two, white; Fifty-three, black. Lori gasped. She was immediately grabbed and tied tightly as was her husband. She started to shake. Her odds of being crucified to death just went from one in eighty to one in ten. She was really scared now, but there was nothing she could do but pray. The drawing continued until the last black marble was drawn, and the last couple bound. There was a break at this point where 70 couples were celebrating and were extremely happy. Ten couples held no such celebration. After a pause, the next phase of the drawing began. Nine white marbles and one black. Ken and Lori were assigned number seven in the drawing order. Without further delay it began. The first marble was drawn and it was white, Lori gasped. That couple was untied and to their great relief joined in the festivities. The second marble was then drawn and it too was white, as was the third, the fourth and the fifth. With the drawing of each marble, Lori, Ken and the other couples still left were descending further into horror and despair. As each couple for whom a white marble was drawn was released, the remaining couples were learning the true meaning of terror. One woman was openly crying, another was shaking uncontrollably, and still a third was begging for release at the top of her lungs. There were now only five couples to go, and one of those five women would be crucified to death. The realization was certainly hitting home for all of the people left bound awaiting their fate. Lori thought to herself that certainly it couldn't be her. She had everything to live for. A wonderful life and a perfect marriage. The drawing continued. Marble number six was now drawn and it too was white. Two more elated people and eight terrified people remained. Chances were now one in four. Good odds at the racetrack, but certainly not here. Lori began to pray now in earnest. It was time to resume. The seventh marble was now drawn by a blindfolded Jennifer. Although she could not see, she knew immediately from the reaction of the crowd which marble had been picked. Number seven - black. There was instantaneous chaos. The crowd, which had now become nothing more than a lynch mob was shouting. Lori and Ken tried to escape, but of course their bonds prevented that. The other six people were untied, and Ken was taken to the cage, put inside, and the cage was locked with a chain and a heavy padlock. There was to be no escape. Only when he was locked in the cage were the ropes cut from his body. He was screaming threats and begging all at the same time, but no one was listening. Lori had collapsed, and lay on the floor still bound and sobbing uncontrollably. Soon she began to beg, but again no one listened. The time everyone had waited so long for had finally arrived.
The Crux Club - Part 2 by jessica Gentry The time everyone had waited so long for had finally arrived. Many of the members, including Ken and Lori had fantasized about what a real crucifixion was like. Many times before, as Lori hung on her cross she imagined herself ultimately crucified. The crowd began their celebrations. Lori stopped crying and she looked around at the others, people who had been her friends and her sex partners. Not only was she no longer one of them, but it seemed to her that they considered her no longer to even be a person. No, they were celebrating what was going to be done to her; she was to be a victim of the most horrible method of execution ever devised. They would be the ones to watch as she suffered the realities of a real crucifixion. As she looked up at the faces of each of the members she had befriended in the club, her body grew numb and she felt chilled even though it was warm. Once again tears began to trickle from the corners of her eyes as she looked at her former friends. She observed their mouths moving as they laughed and talked about what was going to happen, but she no longer heard what was being said. With the reality of what was going to happen finally in her mind, Lori thought that perhaps there was so much celebrating going on that too little attention was being paid to her. She feared her impending death and realized that this was her only chance. She rolled her body and tried to get to her knees. Over in his cage Ken's hands were gripping the bars so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. Lori looked over at him and saw him screaming something to her. "Run" he shouted, the veins popping out of his neck. As she tried to stand up, two men grabbed her upper arms and lifted her to her feet, neither one saying anything to her. Knowing the possibility that once her rope bonds were undone, Lori might cause trouble by kicking and struggling two more men came over to grab her feet. The men dragged her over to the two posts that had been prepared for her whipping. Still other men stood by in case they were needed when her bonds on her wrists and arms were cut from her. Almost immediately after her bonds were cut she started swinging her arms, but she was no match for so many men. Before long new ropes were looped around both of her wrists and her arms were raised and tied so that she was standing between the posts with her arms above her and spread far apart. Lori continued to struggle as they came to strip her clothes from her body. She was spitting and shouting, pleading and kicking at the men who were preparing her for her whipping. Her clothes were torn roughly from her body as she struggled with all her might. When they were done, Lori hung between the two sturdy posts completely naked. He ankles were bound with more of the rope and her legs spread open. Her head hung forward watching the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the in and out of her belly, slowing as she felt herself calming from the chaos that had just happened. Lori looked for a friendly face, for Ken, anybody to stop this...but all she saw was curious faces lusting to witness a real crucifixion, her crucifixion. Lori knew from experience that it was time for her whipping, but this whipping was to be far worse than any she had ever received in her young life. At one of the meetings held to plan the crucifixion the bullwhip that was to be used at the crucifixion was passed around for all to see. Lori had taken her turn hefting this whip and she knew how terrible an implement of torture it would be. She and Ken had discussed this whip and concluded that the victim would be horribly tortured when it was used on her and it had excited both of them greatly. No one in the club had ever been whipped by anything this horrible. Additionally, it had been decided that the victim's whipping would not stop at 39 strokes. The victim was to be whipped until her entire body was covered with welts. Now she was afraid, terribly afraid, she was about to learn firsthand what that whip could do. The thought of the tips and braids tearing her flesh became too much and Lori began to struggle again, pulling at the ropes holding her wrists. Lori struggled even harder as she heard the whoosh of the whip. The whip made a loud crack and Lori's back arched, her hips and breasts thrust forward. Her arms tightened as her body pulled on the bonds holding her between the posts. Her mouth opened wide, her head fell back and her eyes widened as she felt the burning sting of the bullwhip slice across her back. Its stiff braided leather was drawn across her tearing skin and sending waves of pain like no other to throb in her brain. The pain from the first lash was incredible. Her back and ass were flayed as she screamed the screams of the damned. Finally the whipping stopped. Lori hung limp and gasping for breath. She felt the warmth of her blood that had soaked the ropes binding her wrists during her struggles. She knew more of her blood streaked her backside and ran down her legs, dripping on the ground from the throbbing wounds and welts left by the terrible bullwhip. Lori managed to lift her head and open her tear-filled eyes. She watched the man take off his shirt and hand it to the woman at his side. The woman took the shirt and handed him the bloodied bullwhip. Lori realized her whipping was not over, it would not be over until every part of her body had been scored by that wicked lash. Lori cried out, "No," as the man raised his hand snaking the long tail of the whip into the air. She pushed her hips back, trying to escape. Closer and closer to her belly came the tips. Lori screamed out, "mercy!" as the braid snapped and tore across her belly. Over and over the man whipped at her. Her thighs and belly were whipped horribly until once again Lori hung only by her bleeding wrists. Another came to take that man's place and the whip was handed to him. Ken was screaming and pleading for this to end. The sound of Ken banging and shaking his cage woke Lori to another reality. There was to be more, and the whipping was to continue on her magnificent breasts. Even though she was pleading for her breasts to be spared, Ken was behind her yelling louder. Lori's voice screamed, and Ken begged them to stop as lash after lash tore at the tender flesh of her breasts. After one particularly brutal stroke, which caught both nipples, Lori fainted. They left Lori hanging there for a while. Ken shouted curses at those who had whipped his Lori so cruelly, begging members who he had befriended to stop this torture. All the while Ken struggled to break out of the cage and rescue his beloved wife. Lori was revived when buckets of ice cold salt water were thrown on her hanging body. When that water hit her wounds and woke her to the pain, she continued to scream dementedly. After a while with them doing nothing more to her, Lori hung there panting like a dog. Her entire body was covered with glistening sweat and her own blood ran from still open wounds. She begged for mercy from anybody she thought was listening or looking at her as they talked in the distance about what was to happen next. Lori had naturally blonde pubic hair, which was always kept very neatly trimmed. Instead of mercy, the club members took turns plucking those hairs from her tortured body. One by one they were plucked out, and a gasp or a scream from Lori accompanied each extraction. The group members took their time torturing her in this manner, enjoying her cries for mercy and help as each member took their place in front of her, and further enjoying her screams as the pubic hair was plucked. After several hours her pussy was finally as smooth as the day she was born, but sore and inflamed from this latest humiliating torture. The bull whip was handed to the group's most accomplished flogger, who viciously sent a brutal undercut between her bare lips into her pussy. Lori shrieked like a crazy woman, as the most horrendous pain she had ever felt seared the core of her womanhood. Before she even had a chance to recover, this was followed by another agonizing stroke to her pussy, and still another. After these three devastating strokes, she once again fainted dead away. As she slumped in her bonds, Ken was begging and pleading wildly, making empty threats and promising to pay anything at all if this were to end. The group ignored his pleas. The flogger walked over to her and pinched and twisted her nipples viciously until she came to. When she was revived, the flogger gave her pussy two more strokes, the hardest yet, for a total of five in all. With her pussy bleeding and barely conscious, Lori was cut down from her whipping posts. Lori sat on her legs hunching forward, unable to close her thighs because of the pain from her newly whipped pussy. She supported her upper body from lying on the wet ground by resting on her elbows. As she cried, her fingers felt the wet ground. From the wetness she could only imagine how bad that whipping had been and what it had done to her body. A sudden splash of cold salt water was poured over her. She quickly knelt up straight, clutching her body and screaming as the salt cleansed and burned the open wounds. One of the men put the sole of his shoe to her back and pushed Lori forward as he laughed. Lori's body lunged forward, her fall broken by her arms. She was on hands and knees. Ken was rattling the cage and shouting as the man unzipped his pants and took out his massive hard penis. Cheers from the others drowned out Ken's pleas. Over and over they chanted, encouraging the man, "Fuck her...fuck her...fuck her," they chanted together. Lori was free of any bonds, and when she realized what was going to happen next she started to crawl away. The man grabbed her hips and stopped her attempt. Kneeling behind her, he shoved his hard shaft into her still bleeding pussy. Lori winced and groaned from the pain of the rough fucking. The man did not care if he was causing her any additional pain. Lori's mouth was wide open as she took in deep breaths. Her eyes flew wide open as another hard penis was forced down her throat. That man was holding her head in a tight grip not caring that Lori was gagging as he worked his hard shaft in and out of her mouth. She was subjected to gang rape. One by one the members used her pussy, her anus and her mouth, each emptying their hot cum inside her. Even the women brutalized and humiliated her with their strap-ons. This continued until all that wished to participate had taken their pleasure with her. The agonies of the rape were so much worse because of her lash marks, especially those of her pussy. Her breasts with their horrible lash marks were also manhandled roughly. One in particular had forced Lori to lie on her whipped back and straddled her chest. He squeezed and clawed at her welted and bleeding breasts as he fucked them. Pinching her tortured nipples and pulling them. But Lori could not scream out in pain, her mouth was gagged by a large rubber dildo fucking her throat as the man torturing her breasts suckled on the woman's breasts. Ken had lost his voice from screaming and was reduced to crying uncontrollably in his cage as he could do nothing but watch. When they were done, Lori lay on her side curled in a fetal position. Cum and blood coated and ran from her violated lower orifices and unswallowed cum streaked from the sides of her mouth. More globs of cum dotted her body and mixed with dirt and blood. Lori was allowed time to rest and given a special sweetened water to drink, certainly not from kindness, but so that she physically would be able to continue her pain and degradation. After that brief respite Lori was unceremoniously dragged to her feet. Standing with the help of a man holding her away from him and pulling her arms behind her, the crown of thorns, which had been prepared, was pushed down on her head. Immediately the sharp thorns caused blood to flow down her face. The thorns scraped and cut her forehead and scalp. Blood wet and stained her blonde hair red, and ran down the sides and back of her neck. As the man held her, the cross on which she was to be crucified was brought to her. Lori stared in horror when she saw them carry the cross and stop in front of her. Blood flicked off her eyelashes as she just stared at it. Lori's body jumped, startled when a loud voice yelled at her ordering her to take hold and carry it to the site of her crucifixion. She knew that further begging was useless and resistance would only cause her more pain. Lori staggered forward, reaching to grab the cross they held for her. She bent and got one shoulder under the cross and wrapped her arms around the wood, holding it as best she could. The men had let the cross go and Lori had to hold it by herself. The heavy cross leaned against her crown pushing the thorns deeper into the side of her head. Lori tried to balance the beam away from her head as much s she could as she straightened her legs and began to lift the cross' top off the ground. Once again the man's commanding voice startled her and she shook. Carefully and slowly she began walking. Her procession with her cross had begun. Ken's cage had been constructed on the flat bed of a low wheeled cart and he too was taken along the procession route, pulled behind Lori. Lori stumbled and fell on one knee holding her tilting cross after a few minutes of carrying it. The bullwhip immediately lashed out catching her viciously across an exposed and vulnerable ass cheek, wrapping around her hip. She struggled to regain her stance almost immediately and then continued carrying her burden. After several more stumbling minutes, she fell for the second time and again the whip lashed out catching her across her shoulder blade and wrapping around her ribcage to catch the side of her breast. Lori screamed weakly at this latest pain and again picked up her cross. At long last, Lori and her procession arrived at the site of her execution. They took the cross from her and Lori fell on hands and knees. She was panting rapidly like a dog, and the sweat was running freely down her body. Lori was able to rest and catch her breath as they laid the cross on the ground, wiping the drying blood from her eyes. When she had caught her breath, one of the women held a cup holding more of that special water for her. She eagerly took the cup and gulped down the sweet lemony liquid. Lori drank down two more cups of the liquid before handing the cup to the woman and thanking her. She had recovered somewhat and perhaps out of some small degree of kindness or perhaps to prove they were not all heartless and uncaring, and maybe as a last cruelty to remind Lori of what she was about to lose forever, Lori was offered the chance to say goodbye to Ken. She nodded 'yes' as she got up and stood facing the caged Ken with tears running from her eyes and streaking her bloodied cheeks. They were not going to take any chances after coming this far though, Ken was ordered to lean his back against the back of his cage and his hands were handcuffed behind him through the bars. Only then was the cage unlocked and Lori allowed to enter. When she was inside, the door was relocked and Ken released. There was no room for the two of them to sit together on the floor of the small cage, so they stood. Ken took her into his arms, holding her as he tried to comfort her, not caring that the thorns she wore on her head scratched and pierced him. Lori's arms wrapped around Ken too, and she pulled herself as tight to his body as she could. "Please don't let them crucify me, she whispered, "I don't want to die. Tell me this is all just a dream and not really happening." Ken just held her badly beaten body as her head lay on his chest and stroked her. He tried to think of something to say to her, anything really, but words failed him. Lori lifted her head and looked up with sorrowful and loving eyes at the man who had always been there for her. Ken still couldn't find the words, telling her he loved her with his eyes as he wiped the blood and cum from her face with his hands as best he could. He couldn't help but notice the cum from other men that was still on her face, drying at the corners of her mouth. Trying not to let her notice him looking, he glanced at more of that cum and her blood on her body, knowing more of their cum leaked out of her ravaged body below. He was totally devastated by the thought and the sight. All he could do once her face was as clean as he could get it was hold her and stroke her gently. Ken cradled her head in his hands and kissed her face and her lips repeatedly as tears ran down his own cheeks. It was obvious to all just how much they meant to each other and how deep a love they had for each other; how much worse this was for them than for any other couple. They each tried to find words of encouragement to offer each other, but neither of them was able to find anything to say. After only a few short minutes together, the crowd became restless. After a final kiss, Lori was taken without any struggle from Ken's cage. As the door was locked again, Lori was turned and led to her cross away from her love. Ken held the bars tight with both hands and leaned his head on the cold metal, he was crying uncontrollably as he watched them take his Lori away. He was a broken man taking upon himself this guilt for even joining this club and losing the only woman he had ever loved because of it. Now that everybody was refreshed, it was time for the festivities to resume. The time for her crucifixion was finally at hand. Lori's cross had been constructed from two squared beams fastened together without any notching where the two beams joined. The two lengths of old weathered wood were simply bolted together securely by two carriage bolts. When her cross was laid on the ground, it was placed so that the crosspiece was on the bottom under the other beam on which her body would lie. The men became rough and Lori was forced to lie on her cross. She tried to stop her crowned head from banging against the beam as she was tossed on the wood. She held her head up as her body was pulled and stretched into the position they wanted. The air was knocked from her as one of the men straddled her chest and sat on it while two others stretched her arms as much as they could to each side. Another two bound her wrists to that crosspiece with ropes that had been readied while she was with Ken. In this position, her arms were actually lower to the ground than the rest of her, pulled back because of the thickness of the beam she laid upon, resulting in her breasts being pushed up and her chest stretched. The edges of the beam her body laid on dug into her shoulder blades because of the forced curving of her back caused by the back pull of her arms. In this position her breasts although ample were flattened somewhat, when she was raised, however they would be thrust forward obscenely. Her legs were bent at the knee and bound to the cross at her ankles. Each leg was bound to the cross individually and this was done differently than the other times she had been crucified. With her legs drawn up and her ankles bound to the sides of the cross like this, her legs spread apart and her newly bald pussy was displayed obscenely with no way she could close her thighs to those looking at her. As they secured her to this cross, Lori lay there and rationalized to herself that from this point on, her torture although horrible would be nothing more than she had already endured several times before. She had been crucified to the point of no longer being able to breathe several times. This time would be no different except, of course, the fact that her back was bleeding from the whipping and now the rough handling on rough wood had opened the lash marks more and that she would not be taken from the cross until she was dead. She was resigned to this now and looked forward to death as a release from her agonies. Lori began to feel good about a very sexy her on this cross, putting the full and true reality out of her mind. It was not long before Lori realized just how wrong her assumptions were, and how real the reality of this crucifixion was to be. A spike that had been hammered through a slat of wood was produced and before she fully realized what was happening its point was pressing against her left wrist. She turned her head and looked where she felt the sharp point and it dawned on her what was about to happen. She let out a gasp of disbelief at seeing this thing being held in position. Certainly this could not be happening; not to her. The hammer and the spike were only props to scare the shit out of her; they had to be. Well it certainly worked, she was terrified. She noticed her fingers trembling. Any time he wanted to move that thing away would be fine with her. But the man made no attempt to remove the point from over her wrist. Lori began to pull at the tight ropes that held her wrist in place for him. When she realized there was no escaping, she let out a loud screech. The hammer descended and the spike went partially through her wrist. Lori bucked mightily and screamed dementedly, but her bonds held. Jesus, it was being done to her after all. This was real, too real. After a few more hammer strokes the spike's point was fully embedded in her cross. Even if they removed the ropes, she would not be able to pull her wrist free because of the wood attached to the spike no matter how violently she struggled. That spike in her wrist was the last thing Lori saw before she fainted. In this agony she had also pissed herself. As her body succumbed to unconsciousness and relaxed, the steady stream trickled over her abused and exposed pussy puddling on the ground below the beam she laid upon. As the crowd let out a cheer, Ken was throwing himself against the bars of his cage violently in an attempt to break out of the cage, but to no avail. Lori was revived by them splashing her with more of the cold salt water over her body and especially directing it to drench her left wrist. She woke in a daze of pain, screaming constantly. If there ever was any doubt remaining in either Ken or Lori's mind of how this would end it was now erased forever. It was at this moment that the full realization and horror set in for Ken. This was real, too real. In a matter of hours or perhaps days, Lori would be dead. Ken would lose the love of his life, and his life would be forever ruined. Now that the first spike was hammered through her wrist there was no going back. Events were set into motion that could lead to only one result, and there was nothing he could do to stop that. Once Lori was fully conscious and lying still on her cross, the procedure was repeated with her right wrist. For some reason, Lori did not beg and plead for mercy or faint this time, but she pissed herself again. When the initial pain of the nail being driven through her wrist had subsided, she lay there staring at the sky and mumbling prayers for a quick death she knew would not come. She was experiencing agonies that she did not even know existed. But there were still her feet to be nailed. The execution team moved to their positions as she lay praying. Strong hands held her legs so she would not be able to move them much while the spikes were being nailed. Two more spikes were produced which also had already been hammered through slats of wood. A spike was positioned at the side of one of Lori's ankles. Realizing what was going to happen, Ken once again was thrashing himself against the cage walls and trying to break out of his cage to no avail. Lori felt the point and, without looking, stopped praying and was rolling her head side to side mumbling over and over, "No, please don't. No more nails. No more nails." Nobody paid attention to Lori or the bashing Ken. The hammer was raised and the spike was hammered through her ankle again and again until it was deep into the wood of the cross. Lori simply could not believe the depth of the pain as her bones shattered. She could actually hear the crunch of her bones. The pounding pain sounded inside her head as she twisted her body in utter agony. Lori had not even settled when the procedure was repeated with her other ankle. The pain was too much and she fainted again dead away. The team left the unconscious Lori lying nailed on that cross. It was the first time Ken was able to see her without someone blocking his view. He stopped bashing himself against the walls of the cage and looked at the sight of his Lori nailed on her cross. His knees weakened and soon he was crouching in his cage staring at the sight of a really crucified woman, his woman, the one he loved so much. Ken cried as he thought to himself that her ankles were forever ruined, that she would never walk again. 'Of course not, you stupid fuck,' he thought to himself, 'she was never going to walk again anyway, ruined ankles or not.' Ken squatted in silence. Now that the final preparations for Lori's crucifixion were completed, it was time for a break and as the team rested for a bit, the group's members all drew near to observe Lori, naked and nailed to her cross. A hush descended on the group members when they realized that their fantasies for witnessing a full real crucifixion were about to be fulfilled. Lori was waking as the ropes that still were to her wrists and ankles were cut off so that she was now attached to her cross by the spikes alone. She looked at the faces of those surrounding her, looking at her with curiosity. The team in charge now asked the members to move out of the way. Lori felt the top of the cross moving as they lifted it. Frantically she wanted to hold on to something, anything, so she would not fall off this cross. There was nothing to grip, her hands were even unable to move. Lori looked down between her legs at the base of this cross between her legs. The cross was slowly raised a bit more and Lori felt her body sliding downward. In her fear, Lori cried out, " Stop, I'm gonna fall!" The cross with Lori on it was lifted higher and higher until the wood at the cross' base ground against the dry earth rim of the hole. The cross dropped into the hole. As this was happening Lori felt the abrupt shock as her body weight suddenly was transferred to the four spikes, her back left the security of feeling the cross behind her as her torso swung out off the wood. She tried to scream, but to no avail. No sound escaped her lips when she felt the jolt to her whole body as the base bounced on the hole's bottom. The spikes pinning her to this cross rubbed against bone and nerves sent lightening bolts of pain over her body. The cross was secured by filling the hole with rocks and dirt. Wooden shims were hammered around the base for additional stability, and finally it was done. Lori was hanging crucified. Fresh blood flowed from the force enlarging the holes in her wrists and ankles and her back was against the wood of her cross once again, pulled by the positioning of her arms because of the way the crossbeam was attached to the main beam. Lori nearly sat on the backs of her legs, but they had positioned her legs so that she would not be able to do this. Her arms were stretched and took her weight and Lori felt as if her arms were being pulled from her shoulders. As her torturers knew they would be, her lovely tits were thrust forward shamelessly. For a long while Lori hung still, feeling her heart racing as she breathed in each shallow breath. As she looked down she could see blood running from the spikes at her ankles down the wooden sides of this cross. More blood dripped from old and new wounds at her head and fell to the ground. Lori closed her eyes and cried. The group's members settled down at this point. There really was nothing more to do other than to watch the show which would be unfolding for many hours, hopefully days. Lori had been whipped many times in her young life, but this whipping was by far the worst, and made worse when they raised her on this cross. Her entire body screamed in agony, but any place where she was physically in contact with the old splintery wood of that cross was so much worse. She was trying to deal with this pain as well as the horrendous pain of those spikes by not moving her body at all. Of course before too long the inevitable occurred and she found that it was becoming difficult to breathe. Still she tried not to move, but her body was demanding air. She had to do something, and the way that she was nailed would not enable her to rise and breathe without difficulty and pain. She held out as long as she could, but finally she had no other choice but to lift herself. Her wrists and her ankles screamed out as unbelievable pain struck her in four places at once. Nailed as she was, she would be unable to fully straighten her legs. With nothing under her feet, she was forced to push up using the muscles of her legs on the spikes in her ankles. Lori tried once, sagging to hang when she felt the extreme pains shoot up her legs. Determined and needing to breathe, Lori pushed on the spikes again. Straining, she pulled as much as she could with her arms. She felt the wood scraping her back and leaned forward off the wood, but still she pulled and pushed until she was nearly standing straight up on the cross. Lori grunted from the agony she was suffering now. She had made it as far as she could go and opened her mouth sucking in as much air as fast as she could. At least she had made it this time and she was able to catch her breath and gulped air into her lungs greedily. Of course she could not hold this position for long and soon sunk back down on her cross. Her dance had begun. Over the next hours, she did her dance as she had done it several times before on the crosses she had been bound to, but of course this time her agonies were unsurpassed. No matter how many times she raised herself the horrendous pain in wrists and ankles did not lessen. If anything, it got worse and harder each time. With each raising and lowering of her body, she was doing more damage to her ruined limbs. More and more her muscles seized up and painful cramps added to her suffering. The crowd was feasting on the spectacle before them. Lori's magnificent tits were thrust out for all to ogle. The way her legs were splayed and the way she danced on her cross exhibited her now naked pussy in the most obscene manner possible. They were being treated to a marvelous sight. A beautiful woman whipped, crucified, and seemingly flaunting her sexual attributes right in their faces. Lori was far past caring about her modesty however. No one in attendance that day would ever forget any part of this spectacle. Ken was a thoroughly broken man. Anyone who could tear their eyes away from Lori for a few moments to look at him saw a haunted man who had given up not only all hope, but the will to live himself. The sun had reached its peak, and in addition to her other agonies, Lori's body was being burned by it. Her body was also bathed in sweat from the heat and from her agonies. Her throat was terribly dry. She begged for water. The assembled crowd was happy to comply with her request. She would be given all the water she wanted. Anything to prolong this magnificent show. A sponge soaked in water was offered to her and she drank greedily. The show continued. As the day progressed every one realized just how wonderful and special things were. Well every one but two people actually. They were living out their fantasies, fulfilling their dreams. No one there would ever be the same, they were changed forever. The spectacle that they were witnessing was exciting beyond words to describe it. Couples were openly engaging in every sex act imaginable. They were simply too excited and had to do something about it. Lori's agony continued. It was becoming obvious to her that her physical condition was deteriorating rapidly. She had lost a lot of blood. Certainly not enough to kill her, but enough to weaken her greatly. Her wrists and ankles constantly suffered a horrible ache made much worse when she raised and lowered herself. Her chest and abdomen hurt unmercifully, and her arms and legs ached to an extreme degree. Increasingly she became aware of her inability to raise herself much at all. As a result her breathing became more rapid and more shallow. Many times she tried to will herself not to do the dance and to succumb to darkness, but her body would not obey. As the sun began to set she actually started to shiver from the cold as her sweat evaporated, and her cramping muscles caused unbelievable pain. It was obvious to all that if something wasn't done soon she was not going to last through the night and that their show would be cut short by her death. They were not willing to let this happen. Too much time had gone into the planning of this crucifixion for it to end now. It was decided that the time was right for her to be given a sedile. Lori moaned when she felt the hands on her ass cheeks as she was lifted by several of the men. Taking this opportunity, Lori took in as much air as she could while they held her body up. Being able to breathe seemed to revive her, and Lori was aware of what they intended to do now. The sedile was attached to her cross. When it was firmly attached, the men let her go and she was allowed to sit on the sedile which would hold her up so that she would not have to struggle to stand for a breath. But the sedile was triangular in shape with one of the pointy edges facing upwards, and that was the surface on which her pussy came to rest. The sedile was no mercy to her at all; all it did was prolong her suffering which was, of course, the whole idea. She no longer had to use what little of her strength remained to breathe. She soon was breathing much easier and her strength was no longer fading rapidly. As full darkness came, lights were lit so that the crowd would not miss any of the spectacle. Lori now faced still another new agony. The sedile was pushing up into her pussy and causing her great pain the longer she did not move and allowed herself to rest on it. She simply had to change position, and no matter which new position she found herself in there still was severe pain. The " dance" which she had been doing to enable her to breathe was replaced by a new dance, one where she tried to ease the pain in her pussy by not sitting too long on that horrible triangle of pain. As if this were not horrible enough, she also found that her body was starting to betray her and she was becoming aroused sexually by this thing between her pussy lips. This was absolutely the last thing she wanted. No matter how hard she tried she could not stop the sexual stimulation she felt as her pussy moved and slid along the wooden seat. More and more Lori began to pump her hips, rubbing back and forth on the point of wood. Wiggling back and forth. Lori worked herself harder and faster and she took pleasure from the horrible wooden horse she rode. Before long her head tilted against the wood of the cross. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her mouth hung open as she breathed deep full breaths. Lori moaned out loud, nearly screaming as she had an orgasm on her cross. As her body tensed and she had her orgasm, the crowd cheered mightily. Lori had been praying for death for quite some time now, but she now had yet another reason. She was completely humiliated, and nothing remained of her dignity whatever. Several more times during the night, she passed out and was revived with icy water. She was now shivering almost constantly further increasing her agonies. Also during the night she had two more orgasms. Each bringing her more pain than pleasure and still further humiliation and degradation. Dawn came to begin the second day of her crucifixion. With the light of day it became obvious to everyone that she would not last much longer. Even the sedile was not going to prolong her life much longer. Her sedile was covered with her blood, and despite the terrible pain in her pussy, she no longer was trying to change her position. She had also lost a great deal of blood from her wrists and her ruined ankles because of her constant use of them to move. Lori's flesh around each of the spikes was darkened nearly black. Dried blood had scabbed and new blood escaped in beads that eventually trickled over the old. Many of the members lay sleeping or had left for more comfortable places. A few looked up, checking Lori before laying their head back down. Some were walking around looking for a suitable place to relieve themselves. With an unobstructed view, Ken was once again able to see everything, and his wife's condition horrified him. He was reduced to babbling in his cage. The end surely was coming soon. Word was sent out for all to return, there was not much time left. As the crowd prepared themselves to witness the final act of this play something happened which no one expected and which people will talk about for years to come. Jennifer stood up and walked over to Lori's cross. She knelt at the cross and was looking up into Lori's face. She seemed to be praying, whispering something for a few minutes. Then she then stood up, stripped naked and removed the sedile from Lori's cross. At first Lori seemed to hold herself up so Jennifer could pull that sedile from the cross, but once it was removed Lori immediately sunk back down. All her weight was on her wrists and her pussy was once again obscenely displayed. To the startled crowd it was difficult to tell which woman was the more beautiful. Jennifer in her unblemished nudity or Lori's naked, broken and tortured body. Jennifer shocked the crowd further when she leaned forward and kissed Lori's bare pubic mound. With her hands holding Lori's hips, Jennifer parted Lori's abused pussy lips with her tongue. Her warm tongue circling Lori's clit. After a few minutes the affect of Jennifer's ministrations aroused Lori and her eyes looked down as she watched as Jennifer continued to lick at her pussy. It wasn't long and Lori's body began to respond, and before long she was fully aroused and panting again, this time from sexual passion. As her body continued to move in response to the new stimulation she was causing herself still more damage, but she simply could not control her movements. Finally she reached the point of no return and her body exploded in a violent and prolonged orgasm. Jennifer licked at Lori faster and faster. Lori was standing as her hips pumped and as she came. Finally Jennifer stopped and moved away from her. As she stood, Lori looked directly at Ken and clearly mouthed the words, "I love you." Her eyes closed once again, and although she was not yet dead they never reopened. Her head hung forward limply and the only proof that she still was alive was her very shallow breathing. Before long that too stopped. It was over and Lori hung dead on her cross. Lori remained on her cross for perhaps another hour while the club members filed past her one by one. Perhaps to pay their respects or perhaps to pray over her corpse. When all had filed past her and gotten their fill of viewing her, the horrible spikes were removed and she was taken from her cross. The crown of thorns was removed from her head, and a couple of the women gently washed her face. Her body was wrapped in a white sheet. Ken was released from the cage. He went over to the lifeless body that lay wrapped at the base of the cross. Ken sat on the ground, moving so the body of Lori was in his lap and just held her for the longest time. He repeatedly looked at her and stroked her face and told her he loved her over and over before the members took her from him. Lori's wrapped body was laid on the beam. The very beam her body had been crucified upon. The beam had been placed at the top of a pile of wood. Her crown of thorns was laid upon her. The bullwhip, her clothes, and all the member's clothes were in the pile beneath the body. The pile with any traces to Lori and her crucifixion was set ablaze. As the fire burned, the area was totally cleaned. For a while after, the members sat and talked of the real crucifixion. The ashes were gathered and buried once they were all sure there would be no trace and the club members started to disperse and go home. Ken was taken to rest at the house of the couple that owned the farm. It was over. A few days later Ken was taken home and he filed a missing person's report with the police.
Epilogue Approximately one year later Ken was lying on the beach with his new girlfriend. She was wearing a string bikini and Ken was oiling her beautiful, almost naked body and loving every minute of it. She didn't seem to mind very much either. To the passersby it was obvious that they were so deeply in love, actually they looked like the perfect couple. He turned to her and asked, "Are you ever going to tell me how you managed to rig the drawing, Jenny?" She replied, "What difference does it make Ken, we both got what we wanted didn't we?"
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