La Crucifems, Part 12

It was probably a month after our visit to Sonya's house that Chrissy and I were sitting on the couch talking. It was a Sunday afternoon, and she had returned shortly before from her usual Saturday night visit to Gloria's basement. I had met her at the door and received the gifts she normally gave to me there, and now we were lounging around to pass the time.

I eagerly awaited the details of last night's session, and was not kept in suspense for long. My wife knows that I always enjoy hearing her review for me the perverted things that she and Gloria do to their customers. This particular recounting was something unique, and that's why I'm including it in this narrative.

She began her story with a line that told me that last night's experiences had been unusual, even for her and Gloria. She said, "We had another woman in the basement last night."

I asked, "Do you mean that one of the other sisters helped you torture a man?"

"No. I mean that Gloria and I tortured a woman."

My mouth must have been hanging open in shock, because she laughed and said, "Does that sound so strange to you?"

I replied that it certainly did, because I didn't know that the two would want to do such a thing to another woman. She then told me that it was certainly a first for her, but that Gloria had done it a couple of times before she and Chrissy had first met. She said that Gloria seemed to enjoy doing it, and it seemed that she was more turned on than usual when they went to her bed after the session.

I asked my wife if she had enjoyed doing those things to another woman, and she replied, "No, not at first. After we got into it, and I could see that she was getting really turned on by the pain, it seemed that it became more enjoyable. Her screams were not as pleasant to hear as yours, but they still gave me that 'rush' that I feel with you. I think that by the time we finally let her go, I was just as hot as I usually am after a session."

She then smiled at me, saying, "I guess you wouldn't be interested in hearing about it since we did it to a woman and not a man. Right?" I told her that I certainly wanted to hear the details, even though I wouldn't be able to fantasize that some of the things were being done to me, as I always do when hearing about her torturing another man.

She rested her head on my lap, laying it directly on my erection. Since I was not allowed to wear clothes while in the house, I was constantly stimulated by the feeling of my cock swinging in the air and rubbing against furniture, and usually had a hard on.

"When she first arrived, she was naked, as the men always are. She had indicated in her letter that she fantasized about being raped by other women, then taken to a torture chamber and subjected to extreme punishments. As she walked in the door, Gloria and I were waiting behind it. We grabbed her and threw her to down on the carpet. We were both wearing strap-on dildoes, and while Gloria pinned her arms, I fucked her with mine."

"We then dragged her to an upholstered bench that's about three feet high. We made her stand facing the bench, then bend over and place her head on it. Her ankles were then tied widespread with a spreader bar, and her wrists were tied to rings on the other side. Gloria ordered her to 'suck her cock', which was really just her strap-on, and after she'd done that, Gloria walked around behind her saying that she was going to fuck the dirty little bitch the way she deserved."

"The woman's cunt was really dripping by then, and Gloria put her strap-on in it a little ways to get some juice on it, and then started fucking her in the ass. I'd never seen anyone jumping around like that. She was so turned on that she must have been out of her head. After about five minutes of the butt-fucking, she screamed and climaxed."

"We gave her a couple minutes to get her breath back, then told her what a slut bitch she was, and how much we were going to hurt her to punish her. She started getting turned on again right away. I got a couple of floggers, and we showed her what we had in our hands, telling her how she was going to have to pay for doing such dirty things."

"We untied her from the bench and told her to follow us to the whipping area. She was breathing like a steam engine all the time now, and her eyes were glazed over. She must have been really in to a fantasy."

"When we got her to the place where you were whipped, I held out the rope for her wrists, and she held them out quicker than you did. Gloria stretched her, and then we started flogging her tits. God, her nipples were huge! I didn't know it was possible to have such monstrous things, except on a cow. We kept yelling at her that she was just a worthless cow, and we were going to whip those milk bags until they fell off."

"Gloria then went around behind her, and we started at the top and whipped our way to her feet. She was moaning and sobbing all the time, and I felt sorry for her until I realized that her nipples were hard as rocks and she was horny as Hell."

"After we had whipped her as low as possible, I told her to spread her legs so we could whip the parts we'd missed before. She opened them as wide as she could, just like you did, and we took turns flogging her crotch. I think she started cumming in about ten strokes, and it went on and on. I didn't know it was possible for a climax to last so long. I have to tell you that I was envious of her ability to do it."

"We let her down then, and carried her to one of the upholstered tables. She was crying and moaning in pain, and I thought that we'd gone too far. Gloria knew better, from past experience, I guess. She started massaging the woman's nipples, and in just a few seconds they were hard again. Gloria said it was pretty obvious that the little bitch hadn't learned her lesson yet, and that we'd have to try harder. The woman's eyes were rolling back and forth between us, waiting to see what we'd do next."

"Gloria went over to the wall cabinet and came back carrying a coil of rope that must have been twenty-five feet long. She tied a slipknot in one end and then handed it to me, saying that I should get ready to put in on when she said to. I had no idea where it was supposed to go, but figured I'd understand by what Gloria was going to do."

"Gloria then started massaging one of the woman's tits, and taking it between both hands and stretching it away from her body. By now, the woman was moaning like a sick cow, and breathing really heavy. Gloria then took her hands away from the tit, and told me to lay the slipknot over it. I think that's when I began to understand, and got into it by saying, 'Now the little bitch is going to pay for having such ugly cow's tits.' That really got her going, and she started to move her hips up and down."

"Gloria took hold of the tit again, and stretched it as far as she could. She told me to tighten the knot as much as I could, and then to start wrapping the rope as tight as possible towards the nipple. Before I'd taken three wraps around the thing, it started to turn dark red and then purple. Gloria told me to stop at six turns, and then she took the rope and slipped the free end under the last turn. When she pulled the end tight, it worked just like a knot and held the rope in place."

I could see that Chrissy was getting into the memory of her first session with a woman as a victim. Her nipples were pushing against her blouse, and her left hand was in her panties, frigging away. I had to admit that the story was arousing me also, but strangely enough, not to the same amount it would have if the victim were a man.

She then continued, "Gloria then started working on the other tit, and soon had it stretched like the first had been. She told me to leave a little slack between the two bags and then to wrap the rope as tight as possible around the second one. After I had done that, I formed the underknot in the same way that Gloria had on the other one."

"We again led the woman to the whipping station, and I began to understand what was going to be done there. Gloria told her to stand directly under the pulley rope so we could 'get her worthless cow bags pulled off her'. She was almost out of her head again with being so hot, but was able to move to the place Gloria indicated."

"I took the end of the pulley rope and placed it under the slack part between her tits, then tied it in place. Gloria walked over to the winch, telling me to 'let her know when the bitch's bags were torn off.' She then started to very slowly crank the winch handle, and as the woman saw the rope tighten, she seemed to be transfixed by it."

"Soon the rope had tightened enough to stretch her tits several inches from her body, and that seemed to just get her all the hotter. She was moaning and rubbing her legs together, trying to cum."

"When Gloria had cranked far enough that the woman's toes just barely held her weight, she came back carrying the two cats. I could see that she was about as turned on as our victim, and I have to admit that I was pretty hot about then too."

"Gloria gave me one of the cats and we swished them through the air, telling her that we were going to peel every inch of skin off her worthless body. She was really dry humping now, and her eyes were closed."

"Gloria then knelt in front of her and held her legs apart, telling me to put the free end of the tit rope between them. She then walked around behind and grabbed the end of the rope and started pulling it. When it got tight enough to touch the woman's crotch, the little bitch started to hump it. Gloria told me to grab the rope in front, and then we started to pull it back and forth across her pussy. God, that must have hurt. It was a hemp rope, and those things have all sorts of sharp fibers."

"We'd pulled on the rope just a few times when the bitch screamed and climaxed again. Instead of stopping, we kept pulling it back and forth until we could see blood on it. I told her to look at the rope, and when she saw her pussy blood on it, she came so hard that she passed out."

"We took her down and unwrapped the rope. After we'd treated her injuries, Don took her back to where he'd found her. End of story."

I saw that my wife was breathing heavily, and knew that she was turned on, so I was not surprised when she told me to, "Get in the bedroom right now". We hurried down the hallway, and as soon as we were in the room, she took her whip from the dresser drawer and laid on the bed. My cock was bobbing back and forth like a puppet on a string by now, and I began to fantasize about the whipping I would soon receive.

Chrissy then moved one of the pillows to the center of the bed, and about two feet lower than the headboard. She then put the second pillow on top of the first, and told me to get on my back with my shoulder blades on them. I assumed this position, thinking that something new was coming, and was not long in finding that I was correct.

She picked up the whip and began draping the thongs across my nipples, then slowly drawing them off. My nipples have never been particularly sensitive, but the rubbing of the whip thongs across them was very pleasant, and I found the effect erotic. Since my chest was curved high into the air by by pillows beneath me, the skin across my nipples was stretched tightly.

I could see that Chrissy was becoming more-and-more turned on by her fantasies connected with the night before. She stopped stimulating my nipples with the thongs, and removed all her clothes. The wet spot in the crotch of her panties was about as large as I'd ever seen it, and the delicious scent of her pussy was driving me wild.

She yelled at me, "Don't you dare move, you whore bitch!" She then picked up the whip and brought the thongs down strongly across my chest and nipples. I experienced a whole new type of pain than ever before. The pain she loved to give me in my cock and balls had been quickly converted to pleasure by my brain, and I always welcomed more. This pain was just pain, and if she hadn't been so obviously aroused by whipping me, I don't think I could have tolerated it.

She continued whipping me and calling me a "cheap whore" and a "worthless cunt". At some point, some odd circuit clicked in my brain, and I felt arousal as the thongs continued to land on my abused chest and nipples. I began to arch my back to meet the strokes, and as Chrissy noticed that, she yelled, "You like it don't you, you sick whore slut! I'm going to beat your worthless tits until they're shredded!"

She suddenly dropped the whip and pulled the pillows from beneath me. Before my body had even settled to the bed covers, she mounted my face and screamed, "Now. Eat me, you worthless cow bag!" I licked furiously at her cunt and clitoris, and she climaxed in seconds.

After she had regained her breathing, she said, "Jesus Christ. That was wonderful. I haven't been that hot since you pulled me to Oregon." We both smiled at the memory of our delightful evening in Sonya's barn.

She then said, "My God. I must be just as much a lesbian as Gloria." I told her there was nothing wrong with what she had felt, and that I knew her well enough to know that she was no lesbian, but was the most thoroughly bi-sexual person in the whole world. She seemed strangely reassured by my words, and rolled onto her back to take her usual Sunday afternoon nap.

As we lay there, I thought of how a few months before I would have been demanding that she give me an orgasm also. It was a mark of my training that I now was able to control my needs in that area, and I just bided my time until my wife again ordered me to cum.

Another couple of weeks passed before Chrissy again broached the topic of my teaching job. She asked how I felt about it, after having thought of the idea for a few weeks. I told her that I had always enjoyed teaching, but that I certainly wasn't what could be called a dedicated teacher. I said that the idea of staying home full-time and serving her needs sounded more and more attractive to me, and if that was what she wanted, then that's what I would do.

She said, "I glad you feel that way, because that's the way I feel too. In fact, I was so sure you'd say that, that I asked Marissa to come to the house this evening so we could tell her our decision." Marissa was my high school principal, and was also a member of the Sisterhood, so I knew that there was more going on here than just a simple talk.

The doorbell rang about 7:00 than evening, and Chrissy told me to answer it. She always did that particular chore, since I was now naked all the time I was in the house. We figured I'd probably scare the paper boy half to death if I answered the door in that condition, so I didn't. I very carefully opened the door a slight amount, hiding my nude body behind it. Marissa was standing there.

"Well, do I get to come in, or not?", she asked. I quickly stepped back and opened the door so she could enter. Once she was inside, Chrissy came in the room and greeted Marissa. She then turned to me, saying, "Blair, is that a proper way to greet my sister? Get on your God-damned knees where you belong!" I immediately knelt before the two women, and they commiserated with each other about how hard it was to get good help these days.

Chrissy then looked down at me and asked, "Isn't there something else you should be doing to welcome my sister?"

I was completely at a loss, and tried to ask what she wanted me to do. Before I could get the question out of my mouth, she grabbed my shoulders and forced me to the floor. She looked at Marissa and apologized, saying that I obviously needed more training. The older woman said that it was okay, and she would overlook my rude behavior since she had known me such a long time.

Marissa had been in the habit of wearing long dresses for many years. In fact, I had never seen her in anything else, and would have been surprised to. She now stepped forward and placed her legs on each side of my head. She then lifted her dress up to her waist, showing both of us that she wasn't wearing any panties. She said, "It's so much easier and quicker this way. After several years of not wearing panties, I find I just can't stand the things now." She then began to lower her crotch to my face.

I had eaten her to orgasm, and then swallowed her piss at my session at Joanna's house, so the sensation wasn't entirely new to me. What was new was being totally enclosed under her long dress, which she spread around my head as soon as she was seated on my mouth. I've never been claustrophobic, or I would have been screaming for release now. The sense of darknes and confinement was total, and I immediately recalled the conversation when Chrissy had told me how husbands used to be toilet trained by being shut up in large boxes called "closets", and there forced to exist on the piss and shit of their wives.

Marissa's pussy begin to flex, and I had just barely enough time to open my mouth when her flow started. I was able to expand my throat barely in time to let her flow go directly to my stomach, and not make a mess on the floor. What made this situation so strange was that all the time I was drinking her piss, Marissa and my wife were carrying on a perfectly ordinary conversation about the weather and past and upcoming meetings of the Sisterhood. It was as if I weren't important enough to be included in the talk, or even to acknowledge my presence.

After I had licked her pussy clean, Marissa moved forward on my face. I knew what was expected of me, but thought of fighting my way from beneath this woman rather than eat her shit. The thought of how very much this would embarrass my wife is the only thing that made me remain still, and open my mouth to receive the offerings of this woman.

I didn't have long to wait, as her anus pushed downward immediately and a turd fell into my waiting mouth. At this point in my career as a human toilet, I had eaten the shit of three women. At no point was I able to attribute any specific "taste" to the material, probably because it had been so thoroughly processed by the womens' bodies. Marissa's shit did have a specific taste and texture, and the texture was that of small chunks of material, and when I began to "eat" the stuff, the taste was that of peanuts. This sudden realization almost made me ill, but I overcame my revulsion and swallowed what was in my mouth. I then licked her clean.

As soon as I was done, Marissa stood up and she and Chrissy walked to the couch to continue their conversation. I hurried to the bathroom and closed the door as quickly as possible. I leaned over the open toilet, knowing that I was going to vomit. After holding this position for several minutes, my stomach quieted down and I knew that the urge had passed. I then cleaned up and returned to the living room.

Chrissy ordered me to get some wine for the women to drink, and when I had done so, to sit on the floor at her feet in case they needed some other service. Their conversation soon turned to their favorite subject: the Sisterhood. Chrissy asked Marissa how she had come to join the organization, and the woman settled down to tell her story.

"I knew early on that men would never be a large part of my life. I've always felt more comfortable around women, and had several short-term affairs with other girls when I was in high school and college. If that makes me a lesbian, so be it. The stupid labels that some louts try to attach to their betters are of no concern to me."

"After college graduation, I started my teaching career. I was careful to choose schools in large communities, because it's much easier to have a private life there than in some small town. I chose my lovers from women who had no connection to my school, since I wanted to keep my two lives entirely separate."

"It was probably fifteen years ago that I accepted a job here as the Vice-Principal in my school, and I became Principal about five years after that. As I recall, in the second year I was working here, I made an appointment with a gynecologist for a Pap smear. The gynecologist was Joanna, as you've probably already guessed."

"At the time for my appointment, I was escorted to the examining room and told to disrobe and put on a hospital gown. I did that, then sat in a chair for a few minutes waiting. When Joanna came into the room, she was all business. She told me to take off the gown and get up on the table. I thought it strange that I would have to be nude for a simple exam, but Joanna was so much in charge that I didn't question her."

"I climbed onto the table, and she lifted my legs to the stirrups, then seated herself between my outspread thighs. I don't have to tell you that the situation was uncomfortable for me. Plenty of females have been between my legs, but I at least had met them once or twice first."

"Joanna said that my vagina was too dry to take the smear, and that she would have to help me 'lubricate' it. I didn't understand what she meant until she began to caress my crotch. I'm sure you know that she knows the location of every single nerve ending in a woman's cunt, and she used all her skill to get me wet in just a few seconds. In almost no time at all, my nipples were hard and my cunt was dripping."

"When Joanna saw that I was becoming aroused by her attentions, she excused herself for a couple of minutes. She told me later that she had gone to tell her receptionist that there were 'complications' with the patient she was seeing now, and to give her a block of thirty minutes with me. When she returned, she apologized for the delay, and again began to stimulate my cunt."

"Apparently she found enough 'lubricant' for the test, for she did the smear and placed it in a small plastic bottle. I assumed that was the end of it, and prepared to get off the table. She told me that she wanted to check some 'other things' while I was here, and asked that I remain for a few more minutes. As I lay back down on the table, she resumed her attentions to my cunt."

"By now, her caresses had aroused me to such an extent that I was moaning and moving my hips up and down. Her skilled fingers seemed to be everywhere in my crotch, and they were driving me wild. When I felt a different sensation down there, I raised my head and saw that Joanna's tongue was now buried in my folds."

"In less than a minute, I climaxed and bucked all over the table. She brought me down slowly, then came to the head of the table and we shared a long kiss. Joanna then gave me her card, and said that she'd like very much for me to spend the weekend at her home. I had no other love interest at that time, so jumped at the chance."

"We spent the weekend 'locked in love', as the song goes. She could tell right away that I didn't really know how to lick pussy, even though I'd been doing it for many years. She taught me all her techniques, and by Sunday evening, said that I was an expert. I don't know about the expert part, but I do know that our tongues and cunts were so sore that I'm sure we talked with a lisp and walked with a limp all the following week." The women laughed at that image, and I tried to join in, but was having trouble controlling my cock after listening to Marissa's story. It took all my concentration to avoid embarrassing my wife in front of her guest.

Marissa continued, "We had been lovers for a couple of months when Joanna begin subtly testing me to determine my interest in sexual crucifixion. I remember vividly the first time she showed me the book from the Sisterhood's library, the one that Gloria used with you. Remember?"

Chrissy replied, "Oh, yes. I'll never forget that book. I owe everything I am today to it. I still think of one of the drawings in there when I'm ready to cum."

Marissa smiled and said, "Gloria told me that you demonstrated quite an interest in the Oregon Trail, if I recall." The two laughed again, and Chrissy said, "No doubt about it. That's my all time favorite. What was yours?"

The older woman immediately replied, "Again, no doubt about it. Do you remember the section dealing with tortures during the Dark Ages?" Chrissy replied that she knew of the section, but wasn't all that interested in the specific drawings to be able to recall them.

"Well, that's not the case with me. There was one in there that was set in a dungeon. A naked man was tied spreadeagle to a table, and his cock and balls had been crucified to the table top with twelve very large nails. The torturer was holding a red-hot iron against one of the nails, and smoke was rising from the victim's dick. There was a forge setting nearby, holding several more irons which were also red-hot. I always thought of that one as "The Weenie Roast".

Chrissy said, "You know, I do recall that one now. At the time Gloria and I were using the book, I was fantasizing my husband as the victim. I guess that I knew that what was being done there would have completely destroyed his cock and balls, so I just passed over it." She winked at Marissa, saying, "Maybe I should check out that book again." The two then looked pointedly at me, and laughed. I was deep into a fantasy of having that done to me, and didn't think it at all humorous.

"Anyway, to make a long story short, when Joanna saw my interest in crucifixion, she took me on a tour of the library and explained about the Sisterhood, as I'm sure she did with you." Chrissy nodded her head, and Marissa continued, "It seems that one of the members had been killed in a traffic accident a couple of months previously, and I was invited to join and fill the vacancy. Naturally, I jumped at the chance."

"The only part I regret is that I've never had a husband to take to the meetings, but instead have always had to use volunteers. It's simply not as much fun torturing a stranger, as I'm sure you know, given your experiences in Gloria's basement." Chrissy agreed, saying, "Yes, there's no doubt about that. When I have Blair suspended and I'm whipping his cock and balls until he screams, it's just hard to explain the thrill and special arousal I feel. It's just not the same with the other men we take down there."

Marissa then said, "It looks like you two are shoo-ins for the New Year's Eve meeting. I know all the husbands who will be at the remaining meetings, and none can compare to your Blair." Then she looked at Chrissy, and asked softly, "Have you accepted the consequences of the ceremony?"

Chrissy looked momentarily sad, then said softly, "Yes. I think so anyway. It's really hard to know until it happens, isn't it? I keep telling myself that something so small can't be all that important. The sisters who've gone before say they all had the same feelings, and they came through it just fine, so I suppose I'll do the same."

I was completely in the dark about their meaning. Was Chrissy going to perform some sort of ceremony against her will, as a requirement of becoming a full sister of La Crucifems? I knew that she ranked the Sisterhood as second only to our marriage in terms of importance, but surely she wouldn't do anything she found repugnant. I had too much faith in her inherent goodness to believe that.

Marissa then stood, saying that it was time for her to get back home. She turned to me and said, "Blair, Chrissy has told me of her wish to keep you at home full time now, so I guess I'll not be seeing you at school when the term starts. I had such plans in mind for keeping you under my desk, too." Both she and Chrissy laughed at my expense, as I thought of servicing Marissa in her office. I certainly didn't want to do that after my experience this evening, but knew that if Chrissy required it of me, then I would do it.

Marissa left, and my wife and I resumed our normal evening routine. We sat on the couch, snuggling and talking. I asked her what Marissa had meant about the reference to the "consequences of the ceremony"?

"It's just something that the Sisterhood requires of all members. If I tell you before Joanna gives me permission, I can no longer be a sister. Please don't ask me to violate that rule, my love. You know how important the Sisterhood had become to me."

I did know, and reassured her that my curiosity could wait until the proper time came. We talked some more, then went to bed as usual.

As we lay in bed after Chrissy had given me her gifts, and before we drifted off to sleep, she said, "I noticed that when Marissa was telling me about her favorite drawing in the book, your dick was bobbing around and dripping pre-cum all over. Was it really that exciting for you?"

I thought back to the images in my mind of the man crucified to the dungeon table, with his cock and balls being cooked by the red-hot irons, and had to admit to my wife that I was aroused by them. She said, "You do realize that if that were to happen to you, everything would have to be cut off afterwards?" I said that I knew that intellectually, but on the emotional level, it was stimulating to imagine it being done to me.

She then said sleepily, "Careful what you wish for, lover. Sometimes they come true." Her soft, regular breathing told me that she was in dreamland now, and I silently wished her pleasant dreams. As for me, I knew mine would be more centered on hot dogs and such.

To be continued . . .