Cloud Crux by Louetta

This is the story of my best friend Claudia's birthday
crucifixion from her perspective. It happens at our camp in New
hampshire. It starts just after the boys had whipped us both.

They took me inside to do a sort of undress rehearsal for the
real thing later on outside. I had to stand on a stool in front
of the cross which was the easier part because my arms would be
over the crossbar. It hurts a lot but not like the real thing.
They put my arms over the bar and bound both my wrists tightly
behind me and then pulled my elbows as close together as they
could manage and tied them. I heard someone say they wanted to
see my breasts stick out and tying my elbows did the trick.

While they were still tying me one of the guys came up to me and
reached up and started feeling my bare tits and tugging at my
nipples. Then they tied my upper arms to the crossbar and under
my armpits and across my chest in order to give me better
support. Later on when I was on the real cross it would just be
my wrists tied with my arms stretched out full length to increase
the pain. I had traces of blood on my wrists and my breasts and I
was soaked with sweat already from my whipping. I was petrified.

Then it happened and they picked my feet up off the thing I was
standing on and suddenly my full weight was suspended from my
arms and they tied my ankles behind the post. I could squeeze my
calves against the post and push myself up a little but
eventually you get tired and more and more you just hang there.
It really wasn't too bad tied that way and I could breath pretty
well. Tying my legs on either side of course exposes my genitals
and I'm shaved clean so they get a good look. I was going to be
there for two hours.

They hosed me down and just left me there. It hurt like hell but
I found I was totally at ease with myself. I enjoyed having them
see my body. I could see the other girls staring at my nakedness
wide eyed. I knew deep down inside they were afraid the boys
would seize upon them and strip them and they would be hanging
naked from the cross. I know from watching Louetta and torturing
her over the years the eroticism of just seeing a girl naked and
helpless and struggling. But hanging there and feeling the pain
in my arms and in my chest and my shoulders brought me back to
reality. I was hurt from the whip and scared and this was just
the beginning. I felt it in my stomach, knowing what they were
going to do to me later. My mouth was dry and the twine Louetta's
brother liked to use to tie us bit into me whereever they had
tied me, my wrists and elbows, my upper arms, my shoulders,
criss-cross over my chest above my bare tits.

After awhile I could smell the sex smell from my cunt and I knew
I was going to cum hanging right there on the cross. I pressed my
ass against the cross over and over and started to take off just
like I was being screwed by a boy and I felt the warmth in my
breasts and inside me and my pussy and the wetness down there and
it got worse and worse and I got hotter and felt myself go over
the edge and suddenly I just came and came and came.

I could feel the boys watching me and figuring what a waste one
of them wasn't fucking me and at that point my cunt just took
control of my body and I squeezed my eyes shut and then my thighs
together like there was a guy in there loving every second of it
then you finish and you float back to reality and I was covered
with sweat under my arms, over my boobs, inthe crease of my
tummy, between my thighs. Then my body relaxes and I’m back on
earth tied to this piece of wood.

Some time after I noticed Louetta's sister Robin arrived with her
new boyfriend and another girl I never saw before. You should see
the boys stare at Robin. She just started college and her
boyfriend is a junior and we think he just wants her to fuck her
although we're not sure she has fucked him yet. They came later
because Robin didn't want the boyfriend to see his big sister
Louetta whipped in the nude. Which of course is just what she
would love to have happen. More about that later.

Anyway after an hour on the cross though things got tougher for
me pain wise. My toes could no longer feel anything and I start
to really feel the pain in my my arms and my shoulders and chest
and legs and you just kind of hang there and try to breath and
wait for it to end and finally it did. Finally the time came to
go outside and they cut me down and I just crumpled and they had
to drag me. At this point I wasn't tied but I could not have run
away.

Now. They had agreed that Louetta would have to be tied up during
the real crucifixion so she could not interfer. That's what they
did to me when they crucified her, I was tied naked to a post in
front of her cross and had to watch her suffer but Robin did not
know this. So when they finished the first crucifixion Louetta's
little brother asked the boyfriend to come outside and help set
up.
So he went outside without Robin and there was Louetta stripped
bare ass naked and his job was to tie her up to the post in front
of my cross which he did gladly. She loved it and so did he but
Robin was livid when he saw her out there stark naked and the
boyfriend right there with her tying her up and putting the ropes
over and under her bare boobs and between her legs. It was
getting a little cold so they did not use any water on either of
us but we were both frozen anyway to start.

They started right away on the part we weren't sure would work.
They bound my wrists with leather thongs to this piece of wood so
my arms were spread almost as wide as they would go. This was
supposed to be the most painful part and I was supposed to suffer
as much as possible for the next hour. Since it was November we
had thought it would be colder even. Then there was rope from the
piece of wood through the hardware they had put in the beam above
so they could raise me up which is what the Romans did mostly I
guess. My feet were going to be about five feet off the ground.
It was going to be more realistic to be high up.

Then the tough part and three boys got on either side and they
just hauled me up in the air while a couple more held my legs up.
I felt the ropes go tight and my feet leave the ground and I just
screamed with the pain. It felt as if both of my arms were being
torn from their sockets, like my shoulders were being torn from
my chest and my chest from my ribs. I was lifted higher and
higher. I tried to fight but finally my body just released and I
was stretched out full length in mid-air.

I looked at Louetta tied to this post but there was nothing she
could do. For a minute I just hung there screaming as they tied
my feet behind the post which would serve as the base on which I
could push myself up to help me breath. They bent my legs at the
knees and pulled then back so my ankles crossed behind the post
and bound my feet together crosswise, spreading my knees wide and
of course exposing my pussy to the guys below. I could see them
staring between my legs and I could have died having my wet, pink
cunt spread there for all of them but it was just like it had
been though when they had me tied to the bed before.

So now I was publicly crucified really naked in front of a crowd
of horny boys for real. Of course they had all seen me naked
before. I had been bound before with my arms outstretched, naked
of course, and sometimes on my tiptoes but never before suspended
like this, not since we were younger and we did our first
crucifixions. I could not believe the pain even though we have
tried it before for little bits. The angle of your arms makes a
big difference and mine were nearly straight out.

But in addition to the pain in my limbs almost immediately I
found I could only take shallow short breaths. I didn’t try to
act brave. I screamed and begged for mercy. Even the effort of
crying out made the pain worse. Once it is done to you you
understand why crucifixion was chosen as a punishment. In
addition to the pain of hanging there I could feel the roughness
of the wood on my back and my bare ass where I had been whipped.
Barely I could make out faces in the crowd below me in the dark
and from the tears in my eyes. Some of these people I had never
seen before until today and the others had never seen me nude.

It’s different being nude in front of strangers than for people
you know and it makes a difference if they are boys or girls. I
could see the boys lusting after my naked body and the girls
staring at me and comparing tit size and stuff. Plus you are
helpless. But I do enjoy being naked for strangers and feel less
self-conscious. Some of the boys I would have to see in school
every day which is funny. There's something very sexy about being
nude in front of boys and then later being clothed with them,
both of you knowing they've seen you in the nude. You kind of
share a secret and for most of them they know they will never see
you nude for real like on a date in bed or in the back of their
car or something like that.

Then after a few more minutes I was only aware of my body. I
loved every bit of it. Being bound, the tightness of the ropes,
the discomfort in my wrists and my arms and my shoulders, the
feelings of helplessness. The physical sensations of being turned
on, hard nipples even though they were cut from the whip, the
warmth inside my breasts and my tummy and my genitals. Trying to
summon the courage to continue, the uncertainty of never knowing
how much longer I could last. What a blast.

As the hour went on I started to lose my strength after a little
more. I felt my breathing become more difficult, felt my heart
beat faster and slowly my upper body just went numb. That is the
only way I think I survived. After a while you just can not feel
that much pain. When it was happening I felt sick in my stomach.
But deep down inside I loved it. The best kind of torture is the
one you know you cannot escape. The one done with no safe word,
no chance for mercy. Louetta tied naked to a post in front of me
unable to rescue me while the boys felt her up and she was
helpless to stop them touch her or torture me.

After a while I stopped asking for help. Toward the end I just
lay my head back against the post and prayed for the end. I hung
there sobbing, almost wishing I would just die there. Every time
I tried to lift myself up to breathe the pain became worse. It
seemed to come in waves. My muscles seemed to be on the point of
tearing apart with the strain of trying to support my body
weight. First my arms, then my shoulders then the muscles above
my tits, then in my stomach and my legs gradually begin to
weaken. It had been hours since I had had a chance to pee so
finally I weakened enough and just peed on myself but I don't
think anyone even noticed at this point.

At the end of my hour I could no longer hold myself up but hung
there limply. I cried desperately and kept crying but it was
hopeless, none of the boys would help me because this was just
what they came to see, a naked girl suffering. Just like they
made me suffer earlier when they had me tied to the bed and one
by one they did what they wanted to me. Then my body slowly began
to go numb bringing me I thought closer and closer to the end and
the time I would no longer be able to pull myself up to breathe
which is what would kill me if this were real. I tried
desperately to clench my legs against the post so I could push
myself up and get some air.

At the very end I was no longer aware of the people only my body.
I sobbed uncontrollably. There was no respite from the pain. My
head sank onto my chest. I was not aware even of breathing. I had
stopped trying. At that point I think I had a clear awareness of
impending death or what it would be like. Then things slowly
started to go black and fuzzy and then nothing. I do not even
really remember when they started to take me down but I know I
was awake when I was halfway down. They untied me and Louetta put
a blanket around me and they left me alone with her.

I just wanted to go home. I was tired, hungry thirsty and needed
to shower and lie down and cry. After I could walk we went
upstairs and Louetta fed me and helped me take a shower and she
drove my car back to Cambridge. We stopped for pizza and I could
eat by the time we got back. We had some wine and got in the bath
and she fixed up where I was cut and then we went to bed. I just
lay there motionless while she did neat things to me. Things I'd
rather have a boy do but at this point I wanted no part of a boy.
She did every thing but eat me. I felt great now that I was safe.

Next morning we stayed in bed and I tied her down naked and for
an hour I had her to myself and I tickled her and used the ice
and she got off so many times she almost passed out. Around ten
her middle brother called and came over with the guy he brought
to my ordeal. Having seen me naked the other guy of course wanted
to fuck me. But not just straight, tied to the bed. I told the
guy I would do him with me naked and my hands tied behind me and
he went for it. Lou and her brother went out and walked on the
river while we fucked and then the guys left. Lou had school work
to do so I went back to bed alone and slept til like 6PM.

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