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Subject: {ASSM} A Crucifixion Story (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/F, Crux, Consensual, Romance
Date: Wed, 28 May 2003 06:10:02 -0400
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Disclaimer: Originally written for the old Crucified Women Group on
Yahoo, I forgot I had this. Adults only, have fun with it, but if you
try this at home...Don't blame me. It's only fantasy.


A Crucifixion Story
Fiction by Rachael Ross

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"No, not yet!" David's voice sounded far away, he chuckled a little
and I wondered how long he would make me stand there with my hands
over my tightly shut eyes. 

I was tempted to peek, but he really gets excited about his little
surprises. It was my 19th birthday, a day early, and my boyfriend and
sometimes Master David had promised me something special. I thought it
was a ring, the engagement kind, at least I hoped...But I was wrong.
It was better.

"Okay Rache," He was behind me, his hands over mine. I could feel his
breath tickling my ear as he whispered to me. "Go ahead, take a look."

His hands stayed on mine as I lowered them slowly and opened my eyes,
blinking at the harsh lights focused on David's surprise. "Do you like
it baby?" he asked, but I didn't say a word.

I walked over slowly, looking at this large X-shaped construction,
which dominated David's unusually clean basement. "It's beautiful." I
breathed, the words barely audible even to me. I turned around,
wrapping my arms around David's neck, kissing him suddenly, wanting
him so badly. It really was perfect.

He pulled back smiling. "Happy birthday Rachael, I love you." He
pulled my hand, leading me closer and we looked down at it together.
"It's solid oak, pretty simple really, Paul helped me with it."

"How do I....I mean, does it stand up?" I knelt down to feel the
smooth, unfinished wood beneath my fingers. It was just laying there
on the cold concrete, the same size and shape I'd make if I lie down
and spread myself eagle. I wondered when David had measured me and
that made me laugh a little. The cross was made from 5 pieces of wood,
fitted neatly together to make two arms, two legs, and a short center
beam to which the others were connected.

"Of course, baby...See, it's hinged on the bottom and I just connect
that rope over there," he was pointing all this out to me while he
spoke, "through that pulley up there, to the ring here. Then....Here
let me show you."

I watched while he did as he'd said, finally securing the end of the
rope to the cross and he grinned as he pulled it upright. The very
ends of the arms barely missed the ceiling and then locked into a pair
of spring-loaded clamps. David let go of the rope. "Voila!" It looked
heavy and I wondered if he'd be strong enough to do it if I was on it.

"You?" He laughed and wrapped his arms around my narrow waist. "You
don't weigh a thing baby, don't you worry about me!" he kissed me
again and my body responded immediately, molding myself to him as his
hand slid down my back, cupping my ass and pulling him against the
hardness growing in his jeans. My tongue danced with his and I felt
myself wanting it, now...Immediately! I had to do it!

We'd talked about this so many times, crucifying me. We played it out
on our bed; tied down, pretending to do all the things we really
wanted. Afterwards, laying in his strong arms, feeling his seed still
warm in my belly, we would imagine different ways of doing it. Some
simple, some elaborate, but always just out of reach...Until tonight.

I pulled away and undressed slowly while he struggled to release the
clamps and lower the cross back to its resting place on the floor. It
was kind of awkward, and made me laugh, but for a first effort I
thought it was marvelous. He was smiling the whole time, blaming me
for distracting him as I slipped my blouse off my shoulders, cupping
my small firm breasts and pinching my hard nipples for him. Goosebumps
rose on my flushed skin, the basement was cool and damp, as I imagine
a dungeon might seem. I shivered slightly and unbuttoned my jeans;
kicking off my heels and finally leaning against the cold cement wall
to pull my long legs free one at a time.

"God, you're gorgeous." David said it in an almost wistful tone, like
a little boy and I always loved it. It sounded so honest coming from
him, even though I didn't really believe it. I rubbed my pussy through
my black panties, feeling the wetness already starting. "Come here."

He said it in a louder, stronger voice. His "Master" tone and I
immediately dropped and crawled over to him. His fingers went into my
long black hair, tightening it down to the roots and he tilted my head
up forcefully so he could see my eyes.

"Take out my cock." I ran my hands along his legs, up to his crotch
and undid his pants, reaching inside to feel him already swollen, so
hard I thought I'd break him pulling it free. I held his cock in my
hands, heavy, hot....So alive and ready for me. I wanted to kiss it,
to give myself to him as I knelt on the cross he'd built just for me.
But he wouldn't let me, he held my head tightly and just out of reach.
I rubbed my thumb across the head and felt his slippery precum; I
massaged it along his shaft.

"I'm going to crucify you Rachael. Do you want this?" I started to
speak, but David cut me off. "I'm going to use real nails Rache, this
will be something permanent. Something dangerous, I want you to think
about it. I want you to be sure because I won't stop. No matter what
you say to me, I won't let you go later if you say yes now."

I realized I was holding my breath, my body shaking slightly. I felt
dizzy and frightened, but how could I say no? How could I ever live
the rest of my life if I was weak for this one small moment? I was
nodding, looking into David's gentle eyes and trying to say yes.

"If you want me to do this, kiss my cock." He let go of my hair and
put his hands on his hips, smiling down at me as I paused only a
second before leaning forward, pursing my lips and kissing the head of
his aching penis. A thin silvery strand of precum kept us connected as
I leaned back, lifting my eyes to his once again.

"I love you Rachael." He smiled. There would be no more role-playing
tonight, it wasn't necessary. We were both too excited to play BDSM
games; this was entirely new for both of us. "Lay down, get
comfortable. I need to get some things."

He watched as I lay on the large wooden cross, finding that it spread
my arms and legs almost exactly right. My legs were open as far as
possible and my feet were about a foot short of the hinges at the
base. My arms were spread out and upward so that my wrists were about
three feet apart. The wooden arms continued another two feet or so and
there would be plenty of room for the clamps to lock in place. The
body of the cross was narrow, but not unpleasantly so, a straight beam
of wood ran from the small of my back up to my shoulder blades. I
balanced on it easily and had to force myself to take deep, slow
breaths while David gathered his things.

He held a hammer and 4 very large nails, like spikes almost 9" long
with large flanged heads. He also had some rope and an inflatable gag
we'd played with many times. "Do you want to be tied first?" He looked
down at me, his cock still extending lewdly from his open pants. "I
think maybe we should, you know..."

"No, please..." I suddenly hated the idea of being tied down. "I can
do it, I won't fight it."

"Are you sure baby? I'll untie you later, after...."

"No, let's try it first, okay David?" I was almost pleading with him.
"Try first and if I can't..." My voice trailed off and he smiled at
me.

"Okay baby, we'll try it....Do you want to be gagged?" He held up the
gag and we both looked at it.

I nodded, "yeah, you better I think." I didn't really want it but I
knew this was going to hurt a lot and no sense making a lot of trouble
with the neighbors. The image of David having to explain a crucified
girl in his basement made me a giggle and David laughed too, even
though he didn't really know why.

He knelt on me, straddling my chest, David's hard cock pressing
against and between my breasts as he leaned over me, slipping the gag
around the back of my head. "Any last words?" He grinned and I slipped
my arms around his neck, bending him over so I could lean up.

"Only this." I kissed him hard, pushing my tongue into his mouth. A
long, deep kiss and then he was pushing the soft, penis shaped gag
into my mouth and attaching the little pump to the end. It fit me like
a big pacifier and when he squeezed the little ball I could feel it
expanding, filling my mouth.

"Is it okay?"

I breathed deeply through my nose and nodded. I had my arms back in
place and closed my eyes a moment, my heart was racing and I could
hear it's incessant pounding in my ears, in my head. My whole body
felt tight, contracted and I tried to calm myself, thinking mundane
thoughts, pretending I was someplace else, doing something different.
But it was no use, I simply couldn't bear not to watch what was
happening, to experience it totally so I could remember it always. I'd
waited so long.

David decided to start with my arms, he was talking to me softly,
encouraging me to be strong, to relax and enjoy it. I was trying to
listen, to do as he told me, but feeling his strong hand pinning my
forearm to the wood, the sharp point of the nail pricking the delicate
white skin of my wrist, a bare inch beneath my palm, was just too
much. A million butterflies were churning in my tummy, I could feel
the muscles in my pussy yearning for something to grasp. The wetness
was growing and I felt as if I'd peed myself. My nipples itched and
then burned, my body sweating despite the cool air caressing me.

I stared as David held the nail in place and lifted the heavy hammer
over his head. In that frozen moment I knew real trust for the first
time. I had a split second of panic, that I might jerk my arm away, or
that David might miss and crush my hand instead of the nail. But I
knew, suddenly, that we could do this, that we trusted each other and
ourselves. It gave me a reserve of strength to keep my arm from moving
as David brought the hammer down in a splendid arc.

He drove the spike completely through my wrist and an inch deep into
the wood before the sensation flooded my senses. A burst of heat, as
if a torch had been turned on me, and behind that a stroke of
lightning coursing through my veins. My whole body twisted towards my
stricken flesh as I pulled against the pain reflexively. My fingers
curled inward and my long sharp nails dug unfeeling into the palm of
my hand. A scream started deep inside my breast and battered itself
uselessly against the gag buried in my mouth. My sex collapsed on
itself, spasms ripping through me as my orgasm exploded out of the
pain. I reached for the nail with my free hand, feeling the blood
leaking from my wrist; I was blind to it, unseeing. 

My body had turned so I was no longer on the cross, but more lying
across it. David pulled my hand away, controlling my weak struggles
while he hit the spike again, and a third time, driving the nail deep
into the wood. He wiped his face and stood up, he was flushed and his
cock strained for release. I'd found my vagina with my free hand, my
clit desperate for contact and I indulged it. The pain in my arm was
incredible, like a sharp throbbing, a demon biting into my veins so
that every time my heart beat I could feel it. I rubbed my pussy
blindly, my eyes wet with tears I hadn't realized I cried. My cum had
subsided, leaving me wracked with pleasure.

David went to my right, kneeling he moved my body back into place. He
kissed my forehead and looked into my eyes. Oh, God! How I wished he'd
taken the gag out so I could tell him how much I loved him. So I could
kiss him and share his breath with mine. But he knew, I'm sure of it.
He pulled my arm. Placing it in the proper place and once again
pressed the silvery pointed spike to my wrist. I stared, transfixed,
reliving a moment just passed. I held my breath and pushed my legs
together, squeezing my sex against anticipation. 

David drove the nail through me again, one clean stroke and my right
arm was bound to the hard wood beneath it. The sensation was the same,
it was different, it moved through me in slow motion and I discovered
new things. I strained against the nails, my hips lifting my ass, my
body wanting to curl into a ball and hide from the pain. But I
couldn't, I screamed again, the sound filling only my head as the heat
embraced me. I thought my heart would explode, I wanted it...I prayed
in that split second for God, the devil, anyone to stop it. But
another voice, another me, wanted it. Welcomed it, bathed in the
intensity of emotion. I moaned and my body shook violently as another
orgasm coursed through me, slamming my butt against the wood beneath
me. I was in heaven.

I slipped away then, passing into something not asleep, but not awake.
I have memories of David slapping my face, removing my gag and kissing
me. I dreamt that something was pulling my feet, that I was standing
in quicksand, and every time I tried to run my feet wouldn't move,
they'd only sink deeper. I was going to tell David about it when I
woke up but then I forgot. I saw him beside me, holding a glass of
cool water to my lips. I was so dry, so thirsty I couldn't speak, only
drink. And then I realized he'd done it, he'd nailed my feet to the
wooden cross, completing my crucifixion. He put his hand under my head
and lifted me enough so I could look down my prone body. Great silver
spikes pierced my flesh, my feet stained with crimson blood. I gasped
and David leaned down to kiss me. I felt his tongue enter my mouth and
I sucked it greedily, feeding off him as I felt a surge of adrenaline.
We'd done it!

David pulled me upright, pulling the cross into position until it
settled into the clamps. I was crying out, softly...The pressure of
being lifted vertically brought new sensations, a fresh wave of pain
flooded through me. My body pulled against the nails, my arms
straining against my shoulders. The nails in my feet screamed at me,
as it seemed all of my weight settled on those two brilliant points of
energy. I was trying to talk, trying to tell David how it felt, trying
to thank him.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, my body was protesting, the pain moved
from sharp and hot to dull and throbbing. Not specific points anymore,
but all encompassing waves which engulfed me every few moments. David
had taken off his clothes and he came close to me. His body was
shaking with excitement; his eyes gleamed with a light I'd never seen
before. Our heights were almost the same now, me nearly a foot off the
ground. He kissed me slowly, my eyes, my lips. He worked his way down
my neck, across my aching shoulders and down to my breasts. He sucked
my nipples gently, one at a time, bringing them to hard little nubs
for his teeth. When he bit me I moaned and told him I loved him.

His mouth found my belly, my back arched and my body thrust out for
him. He put his fingers in the leg band of my panties and ripped them
open, leaving a damp rag around my hips. His mouth found my cunt and
he kissed me, licked me, bit me. I couldn't help but pull at the nails
in my wrists, the spikes in my feet. My whole body was wrapped in pain
and glowing with the pleasure of his mouth on my sex. David brought me
to orgasm quickly, mercilessly, making me cry out as I fought against
my beautiful bonds. I was helpless, tortured by the moment. When at
last he stood and guided his hardness into my burning womb I lost all
sanity. 

I shook with a fever as my lover wrapped his arms around us, me and my
cross, joining the three of us as he thrust himself inside me. A fifth
nail, striking into my soul. He fucked me savagely, pounding into me
and my shifting weight pulled against the spikes. My wounds opened
into jagged holes, blood running freely down my arms, down my heaving
ribs. As another orgasm destroyed me, David held me, pulling me down,
against his cock as it erupted inside me. His teeth bit into my breast
and the weight of us magnified the pain a thousand fold. I screamed, a
deep resonating cry of pleasure. I surrendered myself completely and
felt myself floating away. Drifting endlessly away.

The end
Rache18us@yahoo.com 

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