Posted by rache on April 26, 2002 at 16:35:25:
i wrote this for the crux group on yahoo. It's pretty straightforward, pleasure is the only plot.
A Crucifixion Story
(crux, M/F, cons)
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
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