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Crucifixion scenes are a real pain to pull off in real life ... but they are oh so much fun to think about.

As she looked out the window, she noticed they were heading out of
town.  He hadn't told her where they were going, though it had been
clear that this was one of their perverted games.  She trusted him,
and was willing to leave it at that.  She was sure she would find out
soon enough; she was even getting a bit aroused as thoughts of what
might be waiting for her entered her mind.
Their relationship had started with a bang when she admitted to him
she liked being tied up.  In the year since then, they had spent much
of their time discovering exactly how much fun they could have
together, getting a bit wilder each time.  He liked to push her
limits, and she liked to have her limits pushed.  If only her friends
knew some of the things she had been forced to do.
She came back to reality as she realized they were coming to a stop
near the side of the road.  As he slowed, the car turned into a small
gap between the trees, where dirt tracks led back into the woods.  As
soon as they couldn't be seen from the road, he stopped.  "Quite the
quiet location", she thought; "if I were brought here under any other
circumstances, I wouldn't expect to live long."
"Here we are!" he said as he smiled, "please step out of the car,
ma'am."
She complied as he came around the car to meet her.  "I'm afraid I
have to inform you that you are not properly dressed for today's
activities."
She was in a feisty mood.  "Are you going to do something about it?"
Before she knew it, she found herself bent over the trunk of the car.
He could move fast when he wanted to.  Suddenly, she felt her top
being pulled upward.  She desperately glanced around as it came up
around her head.  This wasn't exactly public, but it didn't feel too
private either.  Years of conditioning made the fear inevitable: what
if somebody saw her?  She couldn't get naked: not now, not here.  It
wasn't his apartment, just off campus, where she had spent days
without wearing a stitch of clothing as he explored her body.  She was
outside, in the open.
But she was in no position to resist.  Already, he had worked her
skirt and panties down around her knees; if she struggled to hard, she
would just tip over onto the ground.  She gave up and let him finish
stripping her.
She was surprised to find him wrapping a thin white cotton sheet around
her waist.  It only came down to her mid thigh, and was rather flimsy,
but somehow she enjoyed the flimsy garment.  At least she was to be
allowed a little modesty.  She felt herself pulled upward again, with
her hands behind her head.  She had enough experience now to know she
was expected to stand in that position, so she patiently awaited
further developments.
She watched as he rummaged around in the underbrush, searching for
something.  She gasped as she saw what he ended up pulling out: a
large wooden cross.  Dragging it along the ground, he pulled it behind
her and rested it against the back of her right shoulder.  One at a
time, her hands were taken from behind her head and placed behind the
crossbar, then tied securely together.  She could now feel the full
weight of the heavy wooden cross on her shoulder, with one side of the
crosspiece pointing out in front of her and the other side holding her
wrists behind her head.  He walked in front of her, and admired how
her firm tits stuck out with her arms pulled back above her head.
"This isn't exactly historically accurate," he said as he pulled out a
pair of nipple clamps, "but I don't mind.  Do you?"  She hated nipple
clamps and he knew it.  She had bought them for his birthday a year
ago, and she still vividly remembered feeling them for the first time
that night.  They hadn't used them since.
She stood there helplessly as he grabbed her left tit and began sucking
on her nipple.  It felt absolutely wonderful, but she knew why he was
doing it, and couldn't stop thinking about what was going to happen
next.  Soon, he was done, and she watched as the clamp approached her
erect nipple.  She gasped as he gripped the tip of her nipple between
his thumb and forefinger and pulled, pushing the clamp around the
meaty base of her sensitive little nub.  Pain shot across her chest as
he tightened it, and a few good tugs confirmed it wasn't coming off
any time soon.
"Why do I have to have two nipples," she thought, as she felt him
sucking on her other nipples.  Going through it once had been bad
enough; knowing she would have to endure the same torture again was
harder to handle.  A tear came to her eye and she gasped as she felt
the second clamp tighten in place.  "Don't cry, honey," he said as he
attached a short length of leather to the chain which dangled between
her tits, "I know how much you like being leashed."  A firm tug on the
strap pulled her tits up off her chest.  Slowly, he pulled harder and
harder until she was sure the clamps would pull off, but they didn't.
Unable to bear the pain any more, she leaned forward and felt the
bottom of the cross dragging along the ground behind her, and she was
forced to take a step to avoid falling forward.
"That's a good girl," he said as he tugged on her leash.  "You can do
it."  She tried to keep the cross moving smoothly as she took a few
more experimental steps forward.  The ground was rough and uneven on
her bare feet, and it was difficult to keep the heavy cross moving
steadily.  As it rocked back and forth, she could feel the sharp edges
digging into her shoulder and wrists.  He led her onward, into the
forest, tugging on her leash from time to time to motivate her to move
faster.  Suddenly, the back end off the cross hit an unexpected root
and stopped moving, jerking her top half backward.  Pain shot through
her chest as she felt the clamps tug on her nipples, her tits bouncing
up and down as she breathed heavily and tried to regain her
composure.  "He must really be enjoying this," she thought, blaming
her predicament on his perverse desires, and ignoring the substantial
wetness between her own legs.
"Come on," mercilessly tugging on her nipples, "we still have quite a
ways to go!"  Moving forward again, she made substantial progress,
ignoring the occasional twinge of pain from a rock or twig underfoot,
until the land started slowly sloping upwards, and she was forced to
lean forwards to drag the heavy cross uphill.  Suddenly, she lost her
balance, and dropped to her knees, and then fell over forward, with
only the impact of the crosspiece into the ground in front of her
preventing her from falling flat on her face.  She lay there,
kneeling, with her upper body hanging from her wrists as she tried to
catch her breath.
"Need a break?"  She looked up at him expectantly.  "I guess you can
kneel there and catch your breath for a while while I entertain
myself."  Moving around behind her, he lifted the cloth that covered
her up around her waist.  With a quick thrust, he was buried deep
inside her.  She felt the steady rhythm as worked his way in and out
of her hole.  She had known him long enough to recognize the different
ways he fucked her; this was his businesslike "You're mine and I'm
going to keep shoving my dick into you until I'm done, and I don't
really care what you think or if you cum" style.  It was frustrating;
the feeling of him inside her was really getting her going, but she
loved to play with her clit when she was getting fucked like this, and
without that extra stimulation she probably wouldn't cum.  She relaxed
and took it.  There really wasn't any other option for her anyway.
After a few minutes, she felt his hands grabbing her ass, and knew he
was almost done with her.  She waited patiently as she felt him empty
himself into her.  He pulled the cloth back down, and moved back
around in front of her.  "I hope you enjoyed your break.  Time to get
moving again."  He lifted the top of the cross, and helped her to her
feet.  With a few tugs on her nipples, they were moving again.
As she took a step, she felt his cum start leaking out of her hole.
With each step, a bit more of her juices and his cum dampened her
thighs.
Eventually they came to a small clearing.  He tugged her to the
center, then untied her and put the cross down against a fallen tree.
The base rested next to a deep small hole that had obviously been dug
in advance for this purpose.  
Slowly, he loosened each of the nipple clamps a bit, and tugged on
them harder and harder until they came off.  She bit her lip as the
blood returned to her tortured flesh.
Carefully, he laid her in position on the cross.  Pulling her left arm
out to the side, he flattened her hand against the wood and quickly
tied several loops of rope across her palm, securing her hand in
place.  "Too bad we can't use nails, eh?"
Moving to the other side, he pulled roughly on her other hand, making
sure she was spread out nicely.  Her tits rocked from side to side as
he tugged on her arm.  Finally satisfied with the placement, he
secured her other hand in place as well.  The next sets of ropes
looped around her upper arms, between her elbow and shoulder.  In the
past year, she knew he had experimented extensively and could tie her
in any position he wanted without cutting off her circulation; she
wouldn't be getting free any time soon.  She relaxed as she felt him
working on her body, feeling the ropes constraining her in the
position he chose.
He straddled her body, leaning over her as he pulled a rope around the
back of the cross, just above the crosspiece.  Bringing it forward, he
pulled it down across the fronts of her shoulders, and fastened it
behind her back.  Her shoulders were forced back, and her back arched,
pushing her chest upwards towards him.
He moved down to her ankles, and ran the rope around each one,
securing them to the cross.  A few more loops went under each heel.
When he was done, he drove a large nail into the cross, preventing the
ropes from sliding downward when her weight was on them.
Moving the base of the cross so that it rested at the edge of the
hole, he carefully lifted her up and lowered the cross into the
waiting hole.  As she approached vertical, she felt her weight
shifting onto the ropes.  The feeling of helplessness was almost
overwhelming, as the cross rocked back and forth on its way into the
hole.  After carefully filling in the hole to stabilize her, he moved
around to the front to admire his work.
As she hung from her arms, her body sagged under its own weight,
displaying her flat stomach stretched taut from her hips to her ribs.
Her tits swayed and heaved as she breathed and tried to find a
comfortable position, but there was none to be found.  She tried to
support her weight with her legs, but he had them up high enough so
she could not get them straight.  She could only hold herself up
briefly before collapsing back down as her legs tired.
He casually ran his hand along her stomach, enjoying her bare flesh.
Moving to her hip, he ran his hand up her side, feeling the curve of
her figure.  As his hand reached her tit, he gave it a good squeeze,
then returned down her side.  As he reached the cloth hanging from her
hip, he untied the knot holding it in place.  Slowly, he pulled the
front side out and across, revealing her naked pussy.  With a
flourish, he pulled the cloth free, leaving her completely exposed.
Reflexively, she tried to close her legs.  He had always excelled at
using her nakedness against her.  Had she been tied to the cross
naked, she would not have felt as exposed as she did now.  His hand
was on her leg, just above her knee.  She felt it move up the inside
of her leg, and she couldn't help squirming as he reached her inner
thigh, but the ropes held her firmly in place.  His hand stopped on
her thigh, just brushing one of her lips, as he curled a finger inward
and gave her clit a few quick strokes.  She bucked.  The beam behind
her prevented any part of her body from moving backwards; she ended up
thrusting her hips outwards toward him, wiggling them at him as she
strove to regain control of herself.
When she stopped moving, she found he had positioned himself at her
entrance.  Two fingers pressed into her, sliding past her lips and
deep inside her.  Her head rolled back as his fingers started fucking
her.  She tried to stay still, but she was too turned on by her
situation.  Her pussy tightened around his fingers, increasing her
sensitivity as they relentlessly thrust in and out of her.  She tried
to get away as the feelings built in intensity, almost too intense to
stand, but there was no escape.  Losing control, she thrust her hips
forward and squirmed as she got fucked.  Breath after ragged breath
tossed her tits upward.  She knew she was helpless; there was nothing
to do.  She was going to have a monstrous orgasm while tied naked to a
wooden cross.
She accepted her fate.  Each thrust heightened her arousal, and the
third one took her over the edge.  She screamed out loud as waves of
pleasure rippled through her body.  As it faded, the ropes cutting
into her skin and the soreness of her muscles brought her quickly back
to reality.  She had cum.  Was she to be released now?
He walked away from her, watching her carefully and smiling.  "Did you
enjoy yourself?"  As the warmth between her legs faded, it was
replaced by a different, unwelcome feeling.  Shyly, she looked toward
him.  "I have to pee."
He laughed.  "And I suppose you want me to do something about that?"
She squirmed.  He couldn't leave her up here like this.  He just
couldn't.
"Consider it punishment for always having to run to the bathroom in
the morning before I can fuck you."
As the pressure slowly built in her abdomen, she knew he wasn't going
to release her from her predicament.  Sooner or later, it was going to
happen.  But she just couldn't do that to herself.  She held on,
delaying the inevitable, feeling completely helpless, but terrified of
letting go and hanging there exposed while she peed all over herself.
She had never done anything like this, and this wasn't exactly a
gentle introduction to the subject, like they had done with other
things they had explored.
Finally it was too much.  She released her grip a bit, and a small
stream leaked out, dripping onto her leg.  As she felt it, she let go,
and it drained out of her, along her thigh, down her leg, all over her
ankles which were trapped below her.
When she was done, she felt the cross slowly wobbling.  Finally, she
was being let down.  Her arms ached, and her body hung limply, drained
of energy and motivation.  She would not soon forget this experience.

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