La Crucifems, Part 4

Gloria led us down the stairway to the basement, followed closely by me, with my wife immediately behind. For a moment, I felt like a condemned man being led to the gallows, and looking back now, realize I wasn't far off the mark.

When the door to the torture chamber was opened, I saw that all the lights were on this time. At my first visit, only a single spotlight above the crucifixion table had been burning. Because of that, I hadn't noticed Gloria's husband Don standing in the shadows, prepared to take photographs and make a videotape of the session.

I saw that Don was setting up a videocamera on a tripod. Gloria said, "Don has a new toy to use this time. The new equipment will make tapes in color, as well as record sound. We've had lots of money coming in from selling the photos and tapes of your last session. The perverts seem to be really turned on by how much you like being tortured, and are buying the films as fast as we can make them. Did Chrissy tell you how much we've made so far?"

I replied that she hadn't, and my wife responded that my little weenie was a real money-maker for them. In the two months since they'd been selling the images on the Internet, they had cleared over $15,000 by selling the six photos for $20 a set, and the videotapes for $100. Chrissy again told me how proud she was of me, and that she knew that tonight's session would bring at least twice that amount.

Gloria said, "We've had some special requests from the perverts who want to buy more of the tapes of your sessions, and that's why we invested in a color camera with sound. You'd be surprised how many of our customers want to hear you scream when you're being tortured, and want to see the blood running out of your cock and balls. We're going to double the price of the stuff, and even then we'll sell twice as much."

Chrissy then told me that it was time to get rid of my clothes so they could get started. She also said that I would have to wear a small mask to hide my identity, and that she and Gloria would also. Apparently they wanted Don to focus on my face frequently during the session, so that the viewers could see my reactions to the pain that was being inflicted on my genitals.

I quickly shed my clothes, with no hesitation this time. The cum pressure in my balls was very intense by this time, since I hadn't been allowed to have an orgasm for almost two weeks. I wanted nothing more than to again feel the agonizing pain and torment that would soon be given me by my wife and her lover.

Chrissy handed me a small mask that would cover my upper face. It had holes for my eyes so that I would be sure to see what was being done to me, and what sort of equipment they were planning to use next. They both said it was important for me to suffer as much as possible, not only for the "enjoyment" of the people who bought the films, but also that the two women were more turned on with each increase in my agony.

They then also removed their clothing, as they had done in the first session. The sight of those two beautiful female bodies was a separate torment for me. When they kissed and caressed each other's breasts and pussies, my desire to please my wife only increased. Looking back on the situation now, I realize that at no time was I jealous of Gloria, but instead was even more turned on by the fact that Chrissy was finding new outlets for her passion.

After the women donned their own masks, Don turned off all the lights except one that was in a far corner of the room. He directed the cameras at that spot and then announced that he was ready. The three of us walked to the lighted area, and I could see that there was a pulley mounted to the ceiling, and a rope had been passed through it. The free end of the rope was hanging about halfway to the floor, and the other end ran to a small hand-cranked winch that was fastened to the wall.

Chrissy took the end of the rope in her hands, and said, "Okay sweetie pie, let's have those wrists."

I held out my hands, with my wrists touching. She quickly wrapped the rope around them several times, and then tied a knot to hold it in place. She then said to Gloria, "Ready. Stretch the little bastard."

Gloria began to turn the handle of the winch, and I could feel my arms being pulled upward. Soon my shoulders were feeling the weight of my body, and I expected the lifting to stop. Instead of stopping, it continued until my feet were completely off the floor. I felt pain in my neck and shoulders as they tried to become accustomed to the unusual amount of weight they had to now support.

Chrissy saw my discomfort and mocked me, saying, "Makes your shoulders hurt, huh? Well don't worry, little man, you'll soon have other things to worry about."

At that time, Gloria came walking back to the pool of light. She was carrying two black-leather whips. As she handed one to my wife, I saw that they had handles about one foot long, and two- foot long leather strips fastened to the handles. I couldn't tell how many strips there were on the whips, but Chrissy soon told me.

"Do you know what these are called?", she asked. When I shook my head, she said, "They're cat-o-nine-tails. Old time sailors were whipped with them when they had been naughty. Gloria told me that she read that most of the floggings were performed with the man naked, and most of them got hard ons. It looks like it's too late to give you a hard on, isn't it?" She was right on that point, since my cock had been at full attention for a long time.

The women then stood on each side of me and began to flip the whips through the air. I could hear the whistling sound made by the thongs, and knew that I was in for some major pain when they began to flog me. My wife said, "The fellow we had down here last week was really in to being whipped, and we flogged him until his ass was nothing but bloody meat. Since you're more of a cock man than an ass man, we'll go easy on your butt."

She then raised her arm as high as she could and then brought it swiftly toward my ass. When the thongs hit my flesh, it felt as if I had been cut with a handful of knives, and I cried out with pain. "Oh dear, I may have misspoken. It looks like I hit you too hard that time, and your ass is already bleeding. You try it Gloria, and go easy on him."

Gloria laughed and raised her whip, then brought it whistling down with even greater force than my wife had. She had aimed at a slightly different part of my backside, and the pain felt like it doubled. Again I cried out. I was afraid that the pain would become so great that I would shame my wife by losing my erection, or even worse would beg to be released.

Chrissy again raised her whip, saying, "Just hold on for a little longer. We're going to give your ass ten strokes, then we'll look for some other target." Her whip again bit into my butt, followed in short order by Gloria's. I focused every bit of my concentration on controlling the pain, and was able to get through the ten strokes.

The women then turned their attention to the other side of my body, and began to make jokes about wondering what to whip next. They ridiculed the size of my penis, saying it was "way too small to hit with such big whips". Chrissy placed the thongs of her whip across my cock and said, "How about it little wee-wee? Would you like to feel mama's whip? Hmmm?"

Seeing that I was still erect, she decided that my dick did indeed want to feel the thongs. She again raised her hand high, then brought the whip down across the top of my cock. The pain wasn't nearly as bad as I had feared, being dulled by the throbbing in my ass. It was enough to make me whimper, and that brought smiles to their faces. "I think the little fellow felt that one, don't you?", Gloria asked.

"Not enough, by half, though", said Chrissy. "Let's give him ten good ones to see how he takes it."

Gloria said that sounded like a good plan, and she raised her whip and quickly brought it down across the shaft of my manhood. As soon as her stroke was finished, Chrissy swung upward and whipped the bottom of the shaft. That hurt lots more, and I couldn't stop myself from crying out.

"That's right. Make lots of noise for the customers. We're going to make you scream so much tonight that you won't be able to talk for two days." I could see that my wife was becoming more and more aroused by the punishment she was giving my cock. Her beautiful nipples were as hard as diamonds, and I could smell her pussy juice flowing from her. Gloria was also aroused, and the sight and smell of the two women in heat was raising my desire to new levels also.

Gloria's next stroke came directly in toward my body and landed full force on the tip of my penis. It was by far the most painful of the evening, and caused me to again scream in pain. The women then began to whip my dick in quick succession, giving it in all ten strokes each.

When they stopped, I thought my torment at their whip-weilding hands was at an end. That was not to be though. My wife then said, "Okay, enough of the playing around. Now it's time for the real thing. Spread your legs and keep them spread!"

I couldn't believe that they were going to also whip my balls. I was sure that I'd never be able to stand the pain of that, and that I'd either go soft or pass out. Either would mean that my wife would be ashamed of me. I made a resolution to get through the next minutes still hard and still awake.

It was difficult to spread my legs when they weren't touching the floor, but I was able to manage it. Chrissy warned me to keep them wide open, or they'd tie them apart and give me fifty additional strokes. She then lowered the whip thongs to the floor behind her, then quickly brought the handle forward. I could hear the thongs whistle through the air, and then felt pain explode from my balls.

It took every bit of my willpower to hold my legs apart when every fiber of my being was demanding that I bring them together to protect my precious eggs. I managed to keep my legs spread, even as I saw Gloria preparing her stroke. When it landed on my nuts, I was sure that I could take no more. I was now screaming and crying in the same breath. The pain was incredible. Just at that moment, the endorphins kicked in and I became immediately "high". As before, I seemed to step out of my body and felt that it was another man being tortured. It was only because of this that I was able to hold my position for another eight strokes to my balls.

Chrissy then stepped up to me and began to fondle my cock and balls. She whispered to me, "Thank you for being the man I always knew you were. I love you so much."

She then turned to Gloria, saying, "I think he's warmed up enough now, don't you. Why don't we get him down from there and start on the painful part?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Instead of my torture being over, it was going to continue and even become more painful. It was doubtful that I could take much more. My only hope was that the pain killers my brain was dosing out would not fail me.

Gloria released the winch and turned the handle to lower my feet to the floor. As soon as I was able to stand, my wife untied my wrists and told me to follow her to the next "station".

We walked toward another corner of the basement, every step bring fresh stabs of pain from my abused ass, cock, and balls. I knew that if I made it through this night, Chrissy's prediction of my condition the next day would be pretty close to the mark.

As we walked slowly across the floor, a spotlight was turned on to illuminate the next place where my torture would continue. I saw a floor-to-ceiling post there. Mounted to the ceiling above the post were two pulleys, each about three feet to the sides of the post, with a length of rope passing through each. The free ends of the ropes dangled about halfway to the floor, and the other ends were connected to another wall-mounted winch. Laying on a table in front of the post was what looked like a leather collar with a short length of chain and a single handcuff attached to each side. Also on the table were the familiar hammer and nails, only this time I could see that there were more than three. I also saw a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, which oddly enough surprised me, since neither of the women had ever smoked.

As we entered the cone of light, Chrissy placed her whip on the table, picked up the collar, and then fastened it around my neck. She and Gloria then used the handcuffs to fasten my wrists to the collar. My wife said, "Okay sweetie, lie down on the floor and get your worthless little wee-wee and peanuts against the post. I'm more turned on than ever, and just can't wait to get started on you and hear you screaming."

I doubt that her level of excitement was any higher than mine at that point. Given the length of time since my last cum, and the fantasies conjured up by the post and ropes, I would have consented to anything that my wife wanted to do to me.

I lay down on the floor and quickly pressed my crotch against the post. I was ordered to lift my ankles as high into the air as I could, and then the women tied the ropes around them. Gloria then walked to the winch and began to slowly turn the handles. I was drawn upwards by the ropes, and soon the only parts of my body touching the floor were my shoulders and the back of my head.

My cock was harder than ever before by this time, and it was almost purple in color because of its distended condition. Gloria said, "He does have a nice-size dick, doesn't he? Do you think you'll miss it when it's gone?"

Even given my brain-in-balls condition, I was frightened by what Gloria had said. Were they planning to cut off my cock? Surely Chrissy wouldn't do something like that to me. She must have noticed my look of panic, for she said, "Don't worry lover. We won't cut it off as long as you're still able to get it hard for us. I can't guarantee what'll happen after that, though." Both of the women laughed at this.

Then my wife said, "We're going to add some extra things to the session tonight. What we did to you the first time will seem pretty mild when you look back at it tomorrow. Are you ready for us to get started?"

I could see by their nipples, and smell by the scent of their cunts, that both of the women were excited and turned on. I wanted nothing more than for Chrissy to sit on my face and allow me to lick and suck her to orgasm, but knew that I had to earn that privilege first. Earn it I would, by my agony at her hands, and by my best effort to make her proud of me.

Gloria then picked up the pack of cigarettes from the table and shook out two of them. She placed them in her mouth and lighted them, then handed one to Chrissy. I had never known my wife to smoke, and was surprised. I should have known that she had no intention of drawing the smoke into her lungs, but instead had plans for the glowing coal on the other end of the cigarette.

As I watched in fear and anticipation, she slowly moved the tip of the cigarette toward the head of my cock. When it was about one inch away, I began to feel the heat. Chrissy looked at me and asked, "Ready to begin sweetie?" I could only nod my head, since my throat was fully constricted by the desire I was feeling.

Chrissy touched the glowing tip of the cigarette to the head of my cock. The pain was much worse than what I had felt from the nail during the first session. It seemed to race up the shaft of my dick, blossom in my stomach, and then explode in my brain. Immediately I screamed, which seemed to please my wife very much. She smiled at me, saying, "Did that hurt?"

I controlled my cries by sheer force of will and nodded my head, "Yes". She then said, "Just tell me if it's too much for you. We can always stop and find another man who has more guts." I resolved again to endure whatever she wanted to do to me.

Gloria then raised her cigarette to my cock, and touched the tip to another part of its head. Again the pain shot through me, but by that time my brain had made enough endorphins to lessen the effect. The women then took turns burning the head and shaft of my dick, and then they started doing the same to my nuts. It seemed to me that the torture went on for hours, but I know by watching the tape now that it was less than ten minutes. I was conscious during this time of Don directing the camera toward my face in order to record my agonized cries of pain. Watching the tape now, I am amazed that a human throat could produce such volume and intensity. I'm sure that the people who wanted to hear my pain got their money's worth.

When the women tired of burning my genitals, Chrissy said in a voice made husky with passion, "I think that's enough of this part. He's not feeling it as much as I want him to. Hand me one of the nails."

Gloria picked up a nail and handed it to my wife, who, as before, held it to my lips to be kissed. After I had done so she pressed the point of the nail against the pain-filled head of my cock, hard enough to dimple the flesh and turn it white. Gloria then handed the hammer to Chrissy, and I knew that my second crucifixion was about to happen.

Chrissy looked at me and said, "I hope that this hurts you more than anything I've ever done to you. Just remember, what I'm doing makes me hotter than Hell, and it's all because of you. Make me proud."

With that she tapped the nail lightly, driving the extremely sharp point about one-fourth inch into the head. She said, "I want to make it last as long as possible this time. It went too fast the first time."

She again tapped the head of the nail, driving it further into my cock head. She was right about the increased pain I would feel with this method. When she had first nailed me, she drove the nail completely through in only two blows, and that had given me much less pain than I felt from this slow nailing.

It seemed like an eternity before I heard and felt the nail strike the post. When that happened, Chrissy then struck it two sharp blows to seat it and anchor my dick in place.

Gloria then picked up a nail and offered it to me to kiss. When Chrissy tried to hand the hammer to her, she said, "No, that's too quick. I'm going to try it another way." She then placed the sharpened tip against the head of my cock and slowly begin to force it into the flesh. The head of the nail was large enough to allow her to do this without hurting her hand. As the point slowly disappeared, I began to feel a new type of pain which seemed to increase with each millimeter of penetration. I again had to scream at this new torment, and could feel how sore and raw my throat was becoming.

Gloria continued to slowly push the nail into my cock, until it finally reached the post. She then took the hammer from my wife and drove it home. My dick was now anchored to the post by two nails through the head. I knew that there were several more nails on the table, and wondered if they would use all of them on me. In a secret part of me, I was hoping that would be the case.

Chrissy then began to roughly squeeze and jerk on my ball sac, which quickly became loose. I knew that she was getting my nuts ready for the stretching cords, and soon saw her placing the cords around each nut and tightening the loops. She then asked Gloria, "Which one do you want to do?"

Gloria replied, "It really doesn't matter. I'm going to destroy whichever one you don't. Let me go around to the other side and work on his right one."

After she reached the opposite side of my body, Chrissy handed her the cord that was attached to my right ball. The women then placed the free end of their cords through small rings screwed into the sides of the post toward the top. They then began to pull on the cords, which in turn stretched my nuts and caused jolts of pain to shoot through the semen ducts and into my abdomen. I knew for sure that this little bit of pain was nothing compared to what was soon to come.

When they were satisfied with the stretched condition of my balls, the women tied the cords to the rings. Chrissy said to Gloria, "You know, I think your method of pushing the nails in without using the hammer was more fun for him. I think I'll try it with his left nut."

Gloria laughed, saying, "Go for it lover. The more he hurts, the more I like it."

Chrissy picked up another of the nails and ordered me to, "Bless it with your kiss, sweetie." As soon as I had done so, she began to press the point into my aching teste. As the point entered my flesh, my whole body began to shake from the agonizing pain I was being forced to endure. I could hear someone screaming, and then realized it was me. Soon my throat became unable to make any intelligible sounds, and all that came forth were gasps and grunts of pain.

After forcing the nail completely through my left nut, Chrissy picked up the hammer and struck two quick blows to drive it deep into the post. She then said to Gloria, "Your turn, my love. Try to make it hurt worse than mine did."

Gloria smiled, saying, "No problem. I've had something in mind for a few minutes. We'll see just how long his little pee-pee stands up after he feels what I've going to do to his ball." At that, she picked up another nail from the table and made me kiss it. Instead of pushing it into my right nut, she then picked up the lighter and held it so both my wife and I could see what she had planned. Even through my raw throat, I began to whimper in anticipation of what she was going to do to me.

Gloria flicked the lighter, and then held the point of the nail in the flame. Since the nails were almost four inches long, I knew that the point could reach a high temperature before the head became too hot for her to hold. After a few seconds of heating the point, Gloria turned off the lighter and said, "There. That should do it, don't you think?"

Chrissy laughed and told Gloria that she had never known anyone who was as creative when it came to causing pain. Gloria agreed, saying that she'd had lots of practice.

She then pressed the nail against my right ball, and pushed it about halfway through it. As she held it in place, she said, "I'll just give it a few seconds to cool down. Don't want to start a fire in the post." Both of the women then laughed.

I was almost beyond consciousness at this point. I could feel the burning deep inside my ball, and my body was shaking uncontrollably with the pain. If my throat had been able to form words, I would have cried out to be released. I was saved from the shame and embarrassment of doing so simply because I could no longer speak.

Chrissy saw my agonized reaction to the heated nail and laughed. "I think that's the best ever. He's really feeling that one. I'm going to try that with my next nail."

I realized then that they weren't going to stop after nailing my cock head and balls, as they had done the first time. I knew that I would soon slip into unconsciousness, but at that point was beyond caring.

I watched as my wife picked up the fifth nail and heated it with the cigarette lighter. She smiled at Gloria and said, "Let's try to think of some way to insulate the heads of these nails so we can get them red hot. That would be lots more fun than using these that are just barely warm."

"I like the way you think, girl. We can surely come up with something before the next session."

Chrissy decided that the nail was sufficiently hot to cause me additional pain, and set the lighter on the table. "Now I wonder where we can put these extra nails. Do you suppose his little wee-wee has enough room for any more?" She then pressed the heated nail to the shaft of my cock, just below the head. The flesh there was not as easily penetrated as the head and balls had been, so she asked Gloria to hand her the hammer. She used a couple of taps with the hammer to center the nail within the shaft, and then paused so I could "enjoy" it. When she estimated that the heat had lessened, she drove the nail home in the post.

The women then took turns heating the remaining five nails and driving them through the shaft of my cock. By the time the final nail had been seated, I was completely "out of it" from the pain and the endorphins produced by my brain. I could see a tortured cock and balls nailed to a post, but wasn't sure just whose it was. It was as if I were standing in the background and watching some other victim being tortured by my wife and her lover.

Chrissy took notice of my glassy-eyed condition and said, "Hang on lover. Almost done. You've made me proud so far, so don't fail me now."

I heard Gloria ask, "Shall we see just how long it'll get before it tears off?" My wife said in a husky voice, "Yes. Do it quick before he passes out on us."

Gloria then walked to the winch and began to release the tension on the two ropes that were holding my ankles high in the air. My legs were no longer able to support my body, and I could feel the pain intensify in my cock and balls as they pulled against the embedded nails. I tried to support my weight on just my shoulders, but could not do it for long. As my genitals stretched, the places where the nails had penetrated me began to show a small bead of blood. As I watched my dick and nuts stretch even further, the holes became larger and blood began to run down my tortured flesh.

Chrissy said, "That should please the jack-off artists who wrote to us. Let's use the whips now and see if he can still cum when we're through."

Gloria picked up the whips and handed one to my wife. They began to whip my cock and balls, causing the blood the flow even more. Finally, they stopped the punishment and Chrissy whispered in my ear, "Cum for me now lover. Make it the biggest and strongest orgasm you've ever had. Make me proud."

It was as if every fiber of my being had been waiting for her order. I could feel the saved-up cum began to boil upward in my cock. Then I remember my body spasming so strongly that it was actually lifted off the floor. I momentarily saw a fountain of jism shooting out of the tip of my cock, and then felt my head strike the floor. That was the last thing I remember of that session.

To be continued . . .