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CRUCIFIED
Karen came to, feeling her whole body wracked with pain. She couldn’t focus. What was happening? She felt the burning pain from her back and ass. What was new was an aching agony throughout her body. It felt as every part of her body ached. Every muscle, tendon burned. She looked out to see the girls looking at her talking and laughing. In horror she realized her fate. She was on the cross. I AM CRUCIFIED!
No, please, stop she tried to cry out, but the stick gag was still in her mouth. Karen tried to struggle but every movement brought added pain. Then she tried to find a position that relieved the pain but could find none.
She was totally helpless. Karen’s arms were attached to the horizontal beam of the cross at the wrists by rough leather bonds. Her legs were attached to the outside of the upright at the ankles, again by a rough leather bond. Her butt rested on a horizontal board. The board extended out from the upright 18 inches giving her body an outward bend at the pelvis. Her whole body was in excruciating pain as every muscle and joint ached from the extreme awkward position. The pins in her ass were pressed by the board up against her ass. She was almost totally immobilized and unable to adjust her position to ease the pain.
Kay was looking right at Karen as the cross was not raised much above floor level.
“Karen dear, do you see the beauty of your torment.” “The pain from your beating is competing against the pain from your crucifixion for your attention.” Kay was right. Her back and back of legs hurt from the belt lashing. Her butt was in pain from the needles and the beating. Shoulders, knees and ankles hurt from the pressure of hanging on the cross. Her wrists and ankles ached with the ever increasing pain of the leather bonds.
Beg Bitch
Kay took the gag out of Karen’s mouth so they could hear her beg. Kay enjoyed hearing her sister beg even more than the screams and the torture. A true psychopath she had no empathy. Karen moaned and begged for mercy. Kay saw Karen’s lips were raw from the gag and parched. “Karen, do you need some water.” “Please, please give me a drink.” “Kay spit on her and slapped her raw mouth” “There is your drink, you little whore”. One by one the girls filed by Karen. “BITCH.” “WHORE ” they yelled at her. The laughed and mocked her and spit on her face. Karen was becoming hysterical, crying and yelling, pleading for mercy. . The girls could have gone on all afternoon but the guys were coming back. They left Karen to endure her hardship as they went out to eat. They wondered how the guys would react to seeing their special girl on the cross.
The beauty of the CROSS
As the guys returned they were in horror. Karen’s dad couldn’t believe it. What had happened? They were furious. “Get her down.” As he approached the cross he realized the unexpected was happening. Though he felt the horror of seeing Karen on the cross, he was becoming extremely aroused. Karen seeing her dad, babbled in hope. “Dad, take me down, hurry, please dad.” He seemed ready to help but instinctively began to rub her pussy. He spread her lips and began to message her clit. “Dad, no, please take me down.” He started to finger fuck Karen with three fingers. In a few minutes he dropped his pants and pushed his cock up to Karen’s pussy rubbing against it. Karen was hysterical. “Please dad, no, no more, help me.”
DAD FUCKS THE BITCH
The more Karen begged the more aroused her dad became. He had never felt like this. Finally he thrust his cock inside her. It was more intense than he could expect. His daughter was fully exposed and helpless. Her pelvis was pushed out toward him. She was his to fuck. As he fucked Karen her pain increased as every joint stretched against the limits of her bonds. He moved his face close to Karen’s. “Dear, I am going to be the one to drive the nails through your wrists and ankles. You will be crucified for real”. “You are my little fuck torture pig. Her dad fucked her rough, as hard as he could. Each thrust brought new pain to Karen’s body.
WITH OUT HOPE WHORE to FUCK AND TORTURE
There can nothing more appealing to a male than a young women totally helpless. Karen was vulnerable, exposed and totally available. The lure of a woman on the cross suffering has endured through time.
She was there to torture and fuck without mercy.
The rest of the guys were pressing in waiting for their turn. One by one they attacked her. The slapped her breasts and squeezed the nipples. The yelled in her face and spit on her. Karen would pass out but the fucking never stopped. When she came to there would be another aggressor fucking her as hard as the last. The more she begged the more the brutality. When they were done Karen was a mess. Cum mixed with blood coated the inside of her thighs. Her tits were red. Her face and hair were covered with spit.
LUCK OF THE DRAW
As the girls returned they were excited to see this turn of events. Kay seeing her sister went off to the side and returned to hand her dad a cloth sack. “Dad it is time.” The rest of the guys drew numbers out of a bag. Karen would be fucked while she was nailed and guys were drawing lots to see who got to fuck her first.
Karen’s dad took the metal spike from the bag and held it up showing it to the crowd. The crowd to began to cheer and chant. “Fuck her with it”. He took the spike and began to work it up Karen’s cunt. Feel the metal that going to crucify you. Kay came up to her dad and kissed him. Dad, I love you. Let’s fuck the bitch up good. Kay took the spike from Karen’s cunt and began to heat it read hot.
The biker with the first number stepped up and began to fuck Karen. The time had come to NAIL HER TO THE CROSS. Karen now realized her fate was to be sealed. “No, please just kill me”. “Have mercy, kill me quick” The crowd’s excitement grew. This was the point they were waiting for. Kay moved close to Karen “you have only begun to suffer”
NAILED
Karen’s dad held the heated spike inches from Karen’s face. She screamed and begged for him to stop.
“Have mercy on me, please don’t do this.” He touched the hot tip to her breast. Karen passed out but revived shortly feeling the spike being slowly driven though her wrist. Each pounding with the mallet shook Karen as she felt the whole cross vibrate. The biker fucking her came quickly as he had never felt this excitement. He was fucking a bitch while she was being nailed to the cross.
STAY AWAKE BITCH
Karen’s wrist was pierced. The tendons and blood vessel were pushed apart and seared by the red hot spike. Her face was contorted with pain. The next biker stepped up and began to fuck her. He slapped her face. “Stay awake bitch. No fuckin way you are going to pass out on me. He fucked her harder. Five more hard hits with the hammer and the head of the spike was even with Karen’s wrist. Karen passed out.
FUCKED AND HUMILIATED
The leather wrap were removed from Karen’s wrist and was now held up only by the spike. Karen passed out. She was saved from the pain but the FUCKING CONTINUED. She would regain consciousness and then pass out again. She would awake to find a new man with his cock in her and his face in her face yelling at her. They would grab her by the hair and shake her head to revive her. They slapped her face and spit on her. “Worthless Trash” “Pain Whore” Each thrust wracked her body and pulled on the nailed wrist.
There was no respite except for the moments of blacking out from pain.
DOUBLE THE PAIN – DOUBLE THE PLEASURE
Only one wrist was nailed to the cross. Her dad was in front of her again. He kissed her on the lips and whispered “You have never looked more beautiful my dear”. The crowd was enjoying every moment. This was an ultimate male fantasy, “to crucify a bitch”. There were more limbs to attach and it was time to resume. Another spike was heated. It was hammered in ever so slowly. No one was screwing her now so the crowd could watch. The agony on Karen’s face, the screams, delighted the crowd. Each swing of the mallet brought cries of pain. When done the strap was removed and Karen now hung by her wrists spiked to the cross. Her feet were still tied by straps.
THE ULTIMATE TURN ON
What could be more arousing than watching a girl suffer on the cross. As they admired their work Karen cried out, “Please kill me, I can’t take anymore, Please” One by one they filed by. Each gained pleasure by adding a little more agony. A slap, a pinch added a little spice. As the girls returned many of the couples were having sex. This was the best sex, sex while watching the bitch suffering. The more Karen cried and pleaded the more everyone enjoyed it. Kay and her dad had gone off to a corner and were fucking wildly.
The would hear Karen pleading and they would be more aroused.
ALONE ON THE CROSS WITH HER PAIN
After the group orgy everyone slipped off for while. Karen was left alone with her agony, her pain. It seemed like every sensor in her body was sending pain messages. Muscles, tendons, joints skin. She would feel the pain form one area only to be over come by pain from another area.
PLEASE I’LL DO ANYTHING
After a while about a dozen of the guys returned. Karen again pleaded for her life. Her dad was finally relenting. They took the cross down and laid it at a 45 degree angle. The relief to Karen was tremendous.
It was weird to still be hurting but feel so relieved. “I’ll do anything, please help me, please”
“Karen, you are going to have to prove yourself” In her restrained position Karen gave each of the 12 a blowjob. She could only turn her head and pleasure the men with her mouth. Her lips were swollen, split and ragged but she didn’t want the cross raised again. The cocks torture he lips. Each guy teased her with his cock, pulling it in and out. They made it very hard for her to get them to cum. “Karen beg.” “Please let me suck your cock.” She was forced to beg for cock. When they were ready they would cum on her face. Her face was a mess. After she was she done she got the good news. “Karen we are going to make you comfortable and tomorrow we will have someone her to remove the spikes.” “You have proved yourself that after this you will be the best whore”
The straps on Karen’s ankles were loosened. The needles removed from her ass. The board behind her ass was taken away. She was put on an IV, her wounds were treated and she was given a narcotic drip. She was made as comfortable as she could to await medical attention in the morning. Karen faded away into a dream state to await her morning rescue.
To be continued
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