La Crucifems, Part 7

La Crucifems, Part 7

The door opened into what I at first thought was a completely darkened room. Then, as I was led inside, I saw that an area near a far wall, and behind the door, was illuminated by three spotlights mounted to the ceiling. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what was standing in the focus of the lights.

It was a large wooden cross, formed by an upright post to which was bolted, approximately six feet off the floor, a crossbeam. This was the first time that I had seen a true cross as the focus of my crucifixion, and began to wonder if the nails would be driven through my wrists and ankles this time, rather than my cock and balls.

At about the same time, I realized that a semicircle of chairs had been placed about ten feet in front of the cross, and that each chair was occupied. I was too dark to see any of the faces as more than blurs, and I wondered which was Marissa, the Principal of the school where I was a teacher. Was she even now fingering her pussy in anticipation of my impending torture?

Gloria led us to the cross, and stopped when I was in front of it. Chrissy then dropped the cords which she had used to bring me here, and she looked deep into my eyes. There was not a sound from the audience as they waited to see what I would do.

I quickly placed my back to the cross, and then raised my arms and held them along the crossbeam. At this point, I no longer cared where the nails were to be placed, I just wanted my beautiful Chrissy to be proud of me.

As she smiled, the women in the audience broke into applause. Chrissy smiled even more broadly, knowing that I had passed the first test of coming to my crucifixion willingly.

She then knelt in front of me and removed the cords from my cock and balls. She handed one to Gloria, and then they proceeded to tie my wrists to the crossbeam. Gloria then picked up an object from a table that was setting behind the cross, and handed it to my wife.

As Chrissy dropped to her knees in front of me, I could see that she was holding a wooden rod that was about two inches in diameter and almost three feet long. Attached to the ends of the rod were U-shaped metal brackets, with openings of about six inches. Chrissy placed one of her hands between my knees and pushed outward, indicating that I should spread my legs. When I had done so, she placed the rod between my legs with the brackets around each knee.

Gloria then handed Chrissy a piece of rope that had a wide loop tied in one end. She placed the loop on the floor at my feet and spread it to its maximum dimension. When she looked at my face and pointed to the loop, I knew that she wanted me to step into it.

As soon as both feet were within the loop, my wife began to tug on it to bring my ankles together. Gloria must have knelt behind the cross, because I could feel her hands on my ankles, using all her strength to draw them closer. As my ankles were drawn closer together, my crotch was spread wide. By the time my ankles had crossed and touched, I thought that the skin between my legs would surely split from the tension.

As soon as the women were satisfied with my position, Chrissy wrapped the free end of the rope several times around my ankles and the post. She then tied the rope, and I knew that I was beyond any hope of escaping whatever she wanted to do to me. In truth, there was no way that I could have been dragged from that room without kicking and screaming, demanding that I be tortured. I was truly in my wife's power by then, and deep down knew that I had been for a long time.

Chrissy then straightened, and stood beside me looking at the other members of La Crucifems seated before my naked display. Gloria stepped up to the other side, holding a piece of paper extending between two wooden rollers, which reminded me of an ancient scroll that I had seen in a library at one time in the past.

Gloria began reading from the scroll: "Members of the Sisterhood of La Crucifem: As has happened many times before in the long and respected history of our group, one of our sisters has brought a person before you for your judgment and sentencing."

"Our sister Christine has brought her husband and begs your assistance in controlling him. He has been placed before you upon the ancient sign of our hallowed order, the wooden cross. Let it be known that he has come into your presence of his own free will, and surrenders himself to your judgment and sentencing."

"Our sister Christine has accused this person, her husband, of being a man. You see the evidence displayed before you. Observe his rigid member extended toward you in disrespect. Observe the two eggs in his sac. These grotesque things mark him as a man, beyond all doubt. How do you judge him?"

With one voice, the nine women seated before me cried out, "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!".

Gloria then continued reading the charges against me. "Our sister Christine has accused this person of forcing her to participate in unspeakable, degenerate acts. He has forced her to sit upon his face so that he may suckle his own semen from her body. He has further forced her to sit upon his face while he drinks her golden nectar directly from her body. He has further forced her to do this even during the time of her menses, which should be a time private to a woman. He has further forced her to endure sitting upon his face while he violates her private parts with his tongue, even until she experiences orgasm. Of all this, this person stands accused by our sister Christine, whom we know to be above reproach. How do you judge him?"

Again the voices rang out, "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!".

Gloria then read the last charge against me. "Our sister Christine has accused this person of forcing her, and even her friend and lover Gloria, to perform disgusting and perverted acts upon his body. Even when the women did not want to do these horrible things, he insisted and even threatened to force them to comply. This person stands accused of this crime by our sisters Christine and Gloria. How do you judge him?"

One final time I heard, "Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!"

Gloria then turned to my wife and said, "You have heard the judgment rendered by your sisters. Do you wish to submit this person, your husband, to their sentencing?"

Chrissy then said in her husky, passionate voice that I love so well, "Yes, sentence him my sisters. I will follow your bidding in this matter."

Gloria then said to the audience, "Sisters, you know the procedure we follow. As ever before, write your sentence for this person on your ballots. If there is consensus among you, then our sister Christine has pledged to submit to your wishes, and to severely punish this worthless creature."

I couldn't see clearly into the audience because of the lights being focused on me, but I knew immediately that the ballots were passed forward much too quickly for anyone to have taken the time to write anything on them. It was obvious that my "sentence" had been decided long before. I didn't care in the least about that, since I was by now anxious for the torture to begin, and was glad that it wouldn't be delayed any more.

Gloria again looked at my wife, this time asking, "Do you wish for this person to be gagged during his punishment, in order that you will not have to hear his screams of pain?"

Chrissy shook her head, and said, "No. Let him scream all he wants. I'll enjoy knowing that he's being punished severely because of his crimes."

Chrissy then stepped in front of the cross and looked at the women assembled there. Gloria walked up behind her and placed her arms around her shoulders. I was wishing with all my heart that Chrissy would be in the nude when she tortured me, and was now hoping that Gloria was unbuttoning her blouse. That proved to be the case, because soon Gloria helped my wife out of the blouse and dropped it on the floor. I heard murmurs of approval from the women, and couldn't understand why, since the only thing revealed was a black leather garment of some sort.

Gloria then knelt and helped my wife step out of her shoes and socks, after which she again reached around her and unfastened her pants. As the pants fell to the floor, I could see that the leather undergarment looked like a one-piece bathing suit. As the women applauded, Chrissy turned to me. My mouth was immediately dry with desire.

What I had thought to be some sort of undergarment was actually a most revealing piece of erotic clothing. There were two large circles cut out for her breasts, revealing her large areola and stiffly erect nipples. The crotch of the garment had also been cut out to reveal her pubic hair, which had been trimmed to the shape of a heart. I had never seen anything more beautiful, and my heart melted. As I gazed raptly at the vision before me, my wife silently mouthed the words, "I love you."

While I had been transfixed by my wife's loveliness, Gloria had been collecting the ballots from the other nine members. She made a show of looking through them to count the results, then chose one to hand to Chrissy. "The members are unanimous in their choice of punishment for your husband. This ballot represents all the others, and I concur with it. His perverted behavior has condemned him to the harshest punishment we can give him on his first offense. Will you carry out his sentence?"

Chrissy looked at the ballot that Gloria had handed her, then said, "It is a just punishment for his crimes against our sisterhood. Yes. I will act to the best of my ability to carry out this sentence."

Gloria then said, "First we must assess the dimensions of his manhood, to see if he is truly a man, or just a boy." She then handed my wife a cloth tape measure, such as dressmakers use. Chrissy leaned close to me and whispered, "Make it bigger than ever if you want to please me."

I wanted with every fiber of my being to please her, and as she knelt in front of me and stretched the tape along the top of my penis, I strained as hard as I could to drive every single drop of blood in my body into the member. Chrissy forced the end of the tape against my pubic bone as hard as she could. Gloria leaned over to read the tape, and announced, "The length of his offending member is eight and one-fourth inches." I knew then that my efforts had paid off, since my cock had never been longer than eight inches in the past. Maybe that extra one-fourth inch would make the difference in my being invited back for the year-end meeting.

Chrissy then wrapped the tape around my cock, immediately behind the head. I again strained as hard as I could, and Gloria announced the number, saying, "The circumference of his offending member is six and three-fourths inches." She then wrote these numbers on a clipboard, and announced, "The total of the dimensions is fifteen inches. That is three inches greater than those of Sonya's husband, who was the leader up to this point."

I heard one of the women in the audience say, "Shit!", and everyone laughed. I could only assume that was Sonya, who was disappointed that her husband was no longer in first place. By contrast, Chrissy was beaming broadly. She stood up and whispered to me, "Once more you've made me the proudest woman in the world. I'm so damned horny now that I can hardly wait to start working on you." She wasn't the only one who had those feelings. I wanted nothing more than to feel the agonizing pain that she could give me, and that only made me love her all the more.

Gloria then laid the clipboard on the table and handed a piece of cord, about four feet in length, to my wife. I could see that there was a slipknot tied in one end of the cord, and assumed that it would be placed over one of my nuts, and then, along with another cord on the other nut, used to separate and stretch them.

Instead of using the cord in that manner, Chrissy slipped it over the shaft of my cock, and then around my ball sack. She tightened the slipknot, with the knot at the bottom. She then wrapped the free end of the cord around her hand, leaned away from me, and began pulling on the cord as hard as she could. When that failed to stretch my genitals more than one inch from my body, she placed one foot against the post in order to exert more force.

Slowly my cock and balls began to stretch farther and farther from my crotch. I remember thinking, "Is my punishment to have my cock and balls torn from my body?"

When my genitals were slightly more than two inches away from their former position, Gloria stepped to my side holding something that I had never before seen, and had no idea of its use. It was two boards, each about one and one-half inches thick, six inches wide, and eighteen inches long. The boards had been placed side by side, and then a hinge had been installed across the joint at the bottom. This allowed the boards to be opened to a V-shape, or to be closed so that the meeting edges were aligned.

About one-fourth of the way up from the hinge, a one-inch diameter hole had been drilled in the meeting edge of the two boards, so that one-half the hole was in each. I also saw that there was some sort of latch on the top edge of the boards that would hold them together when closed. The last thing I saw was a small eyelet in the top, outer corner of each board. I had no idea how the board was to be used, but hoped it would give my wife pleasure when it was.

Gloria spread the boards to a V-shape, and placed them around and behind my genitals. As she brought the two edges together, she guided the device so that the stretched skin connecting them to my body fit in the two half-circles. When everything was positioned to her satisfaction, she fastened the latch at the top.

I now had a one foot wide and one and one-half foot tall board fastened around my genitals, or rather the highly stretched skin connecting them to the rest of me. Because of the size of the hole, the skin was tightly constricted, and I knew there was no chance of losing my hard on now. This made me wonder if my punishment was to be so severe that I would be unable to stay erect without help.

As soon as the board had been secured in the closed position, Chrissy loosened the slipknot and removed the cord. She untied the knot, then placed the end through one of the eyelets and tied it in place. She held the other end behind me and attempted to give it to Gloria who was standing on the other side. I moved my midsection forward to give her more room to get the cord between my body and the post, and the women in the audience immediately applauded. Chrissy beamed as she realized they were acknowledging my cooperation.

Gloria took the end of the cord and threaded it through the eyelet on the other corner of the board. She pulled it tight, then tied it off. I realized the purpose of the cord was to help hold the board in position behind my cock and balls. Satisfied that the cord was tight enough to do its job, Gloria again walked to the table, returning this time with a hammer and one nail.

Chrissy took the hammer and nail and then knelt beside me. Gloria walked around to the other side, then placed her hand on my dick and pushed it against the board. I knew that the time had arrived for my crucifixion, and willed myself to accept it without complaint.

My wife then placed the point of the nail against the underside of my cock head and held it in place. She raised the hammer, then paused to look at Gloria. Still holding my dick against the crucifixion board, Gloria said, "Sisters, your sentence was to crucify this man. Do you still want that punishment carried out?"

Immediately the watching women began to shout, "Yes! Crucify the bastard! Nail his pitiful little dick to the board!" Gloria smiled, then said, "So be it. Carry out the sentence, sister."

Chrissy drew back the hammer, then delivered a blow to the head of the nail. She drove it all the way through my cock head and slightly into the board with the first blow, so I knew she was trying to ease my pain enough to keep me from begging for mercy. She then struck the nail twice more to seat it and secure my cock in position.

The pain that I felt from this crucifixion was just a small part of that given me at the first session, and of no comparison to the second, when the nails had been slowly pushed into my tormented flesh. I did no more than gasp at the sudden rush of pain, and then uttered no more sound. The members again applauded.

Still kneeling before me, Chrissy handed the hammer to Gloria. I expected her to place the cords around my nuts now, and stretch them in preparation for their own crucifixion. Instead of doing this, she doubled up her fist, drew it back as far as she could, and then drove it in to my ball sac! Pain exploded in every part of my body, and was in many ways worse that what I'd felt when being burned with the cigarettes in the second session. In spite of my best efforts, I screamed long and loud, then gasped and tried to breathe. Tears were running from my eyes, and I was sure that my behavior had spoiled everything.

Instead of being angry with me, Chrissy asked in a sweet voice, "Did you feel that, lover?"

I was unable to speak, and could only nod my head. She said, "Good. I was afraid that you weren't being properly appreciative of my efforts to punish you. Do you want me to stop, or to continue?"

I was able to get enough air in my lungs to allow me to whisper, "Please, continue my punishment."

Chrissy again doubled her fist and smashed it into my balls, again causing me to scream and gasp for breath. "I couldn't hear you sweetie. What did you say?"

This time I forced myself to speak loudly enough to be heard by everyone there. "Please hurt me as much as you want to. I deserve to be punished." Chrissy smiled approvingly at me as the watching women applauded.

My balls were by now throbbing with pain, and seemed as if they were on fire. I didn't know how much more I could take, and prayed for the strength to get through what was yet to come. I didn't have long to wait to see what that would be.

Gloria handed Chrissy another cord with a slipknot in one end, and as I expected, it was placed around one of my now-loose nuts. A second cord was then placed around the other. Chrissy then turned to the watching women and said, "Would Joanna and Marissa like to help me with this next part?" The two were quick to accept, and wasted no time walking into the light.

For the first time, I was now sure that this Marissa was the Principal of my school. She looked at me and smirked. "I see you remember me. After tonight, you'll have even more to remember every time we meet in the hall at school." All the women joined in the laughter at my expense.

Chrissy directed Joanna and Marissa to stand on either side of me and to use the cords to stretch my balls as far as they could. The women wasted no time in grasping the cords and leaning away from me in opposite directions, while also lifting them as high as they could. The pain in my smashed nuts was incredible, and I couldn't stifle another scream. Chrissy said to me, "That's right, sweetie pie. Let it all out. You know how hot it makes me to hear you scream in agony."

I did indeed know that, having had my body used to "entertain" my wife on two previous occasions. However, at this time, I was incapable of rational thought, and had no purpose other than to voice my suffering.

As Joanna and Marissa held my balls as far away from my cock as they could, Chrissy took the second nail from Gloria and held it against one of them. She then raised the hammer and drove the nail through my nut and into the board, seating it with two more blows. The pain I was already in was so great that I could not feel the nail penetrating my tortured private parts.

I think that my wife was disappointed by my lack of reaction to the second nail, and she said, "Sorry lover. I didn't do that one right, did I? Apparently you didn't feel it at all." She then took the second nail and slowly pressed it into my other nut, using just the pressure of her hand. I certainly felt that, and rewarded her with another scream. After seating the third nail, she stood up, faced the seated women, and bowed. The applause was louder than before, and even Joanna and Marissa dropped the cords they were holding and joined in. Chrissy turned to me and blew a kiss.

Following the prolonged clapping, Gloria said, "We're not through with him yet. His sentence had two parts, and crucifixion was just the first." I couldn't help but gasp. Surely they wouldn't do anything more to me, not after causing my body to nearly collapse from the pain of my crushed balls. I knew then that the only thing that kept my cock hard was the constriction caused by the hole in the crucifixion board. Without it in place, my erection would have disappeared long ago, and my wife would be ashamed of me.

Joanna and Marissa then returned to their seats. Gloria walked up beside me carrying a whip identical to the cat-o-nine-tails that had been used on me in the second session. It took every bit of my willpower to keep from begging to be released. I didn't know how I could bear the pain of being whipped, in addition to what I was already feeling from my now monstrously swollen testicles.

Chrissy sensed my faltering strength, and whispered to me, "Please don't fail me now. I'm counting on you to be brave and make me proud. It won't last much longer." I immediately reached deep into my soul and found the strength to accept whatever was to be done to me.

Chrissy took the whip from Gloria, then turned and faced the waiting members of La Crucifems. I could hear rapid breathing coming from them, and knew that my suffering at the hands of my beautiful wife had aroused them to a fever pitch. They were anticipating being aroused even further by the whipping that was soon to be administered to my throbbing genitals.

Gloria then again asked the sisterhood, "Do you wish our sister Christine to carry out your sentence upon this man, who you have convicted of unspeakable crimes against her person?"

The cries of, "Yes! Whip the son-of-a-bitch! Flog him now! Shred his useless things!", rang out and I knew that I was condemned to further torture. When my wife turned to me, I could see the all too familiar glazed expression in her eyes that she had worn when her arousal reached its highest point during the other two sessions. I needed no further confirmation that she would use every ounce of her strength when directing the whip towards my cock and balls.

To confirm my fears, I saw that as she raised the whip, she was now gripping the handle in both hands, in order to lend the strength of both arms to the blow. She drew back her arms as far as possible, then brought the nine thongs whistling down toward my defenseless erection. When the leather strands struck my member, it was if a lightning bolt shot down my cock, rushed through my constricted flesh, and exploded in my stomach. I screamed at the top of my voice, which seemed to arouse my wife even more. She quickly raised the whip again, and this time brought it down onto my waiting balls, which were horribly swollen and seeming to transfer their throbbing pain throughout me entire body.

Again I screamed, with the sound seeming to begin in my feet and work its way up my body to my open mouth. At that moment, my brain came to my aid, and sent a rush of endorphins into my bloodstream. I could only assume that they hadn't been produced before because of the extreme pain I had suffered at the previous session in Gloria's basement. I know now that the brain adjusts its "threshold", the point at which it begins the manufacture of the natural pain killer, based upon past experience. Apparently my brain had finally decided that my level of suffering was now greater than before.

Again I experienced the familiar "high" that had come during the other times I had been tortured. Again I was "outside looking in", and stared in rapt wonder at the whip crashing down on someone's cock and balls, although I had no idea who they belonged to. As soon as Chrissy had administered the last of the ten strokes she would give me, she handed the ship to Gloria.

Rather than use the whip to further punish me, as I expected, Gloria knelt in front of my wife and gently parted her legs. She then began to insert the handle of the whip into Chrissy's dripping wet pussy, and when it had penetrated about half its length, began to work it in and out. Her efforts were soon rewarded by Chrissy's increasing moans, and soon by a thrusting forward of her abdomen and a loud, "Yesss!". The other women applauded the passion that my wife had shown, both during my punishment and her strong orgasm.

Gloria then regained her feet in front of me, and held the whip handle to my mouth. "Suck it, you worthless little bastard. It won't be much longer before the only way you can enjoy your wife is with your tongue." I realized that she was jealous of my relationship with Chrissy, and probably wanted my wife for her own. I had no way to protect myself from Gloria, who seemed to have more influence over Chrissy than her own husband did. My fear for my genitals increased.

I opened my mouth and Gloria shoved the whip handle roughly into it. What would have been an unpleasant experience was immediately desirable to me, due to the large amount of my wife's pussy juice on the handle. I sucked and licked it to get every precious drop. When I had cleaned the handle to Gloria's satisfaction, she withdrew it from my mouth, saying, "Now I'll show you how it feels to be whipped for real, and not with just the little love taps Chrissy was giving you."

Gloria then grasped the thongs in her hand, close to the handle. I knew then that she was going to use the handle to beat my already tortured member and my throbbing balls. True to my fears, she drew back her arm and brought the whip handle down, aiming it at the tip of my penis. The handle smashed into the super-sensitive flesh, driving it downward and against the nail. I screamed my agony, which brought a pleased smile from both women, and more applause from the seated members of the club.

Again Gloria raised the handle, and this time swung it into one of my nuts. Again I screamed, to more smiles and applause. My other nut received a similar blow, followed by two more to the sensitive area under the head of my cock, immediately below the nail. By this time I was gasping for breath, and remaining conscious only due to the pain killers doled out by my brain. I waited for the remaining five blows that Gloria would give me.

She glared at me and said, "It's a damned shame that only Chrissy can give you ten strokes. I think that another five from the handle would put you to sleep, don't you?" I was unable to respond, but knew that she was correct in her assumption. I was fighting blackness with every second, hoping that the endorphins would kick in at the new level of pain.

Under he rules of the Sisterhood of La Crucifems, the other nine members were entitled to give me one stroke of the whip as their payment for acting as my judge and jury. I saw that while I had been struggling to regain control of myself, they had formed a line and each awaited her turn to inflict even more pain on my cock and balls. All I could hope for was that they would use the thongs of the whip, and not the handle as Gloria had.

This turned out to be the case, and I barely registered any additional pain above what Gloria had given me. Soon the last of the women had her turn, and returned to her seat.

Chrissy then whispered to me, "You did it lover. Now all you have to do is walk out of here under your own power, and that should convince them that you're the bravest, strongest man in the whole world." Her eyes glowed with love for me, and I braced myself to not pass out until we were beyond the door.

She then knelt at my feet, and then removed the cord that bound my ankles to the post. As I again spread my legs, she removed the spreader bar that had held my knees so painfully spread during my torture. She then stood up and asked me if I was ready for my wrists to be released from the cross. She must have known that the pain I was feeling, coupled with the numbness in my legs caused by their awkward confinement, kept me from being able to stand unsupported.

I again reached deep into my being and found the strength to stand by myself. Chrissy and Gloria then untied my wrists, and my numbed arms fell to my side. Gloria led the way to the door, and I walked unsteadily behind her. I would have been difficult to walk with the crucifixion board attached to me even if I were perfectly healthy. Given the throbbing pain shooting throughout my body, I wasn't sure that I could do it.

As I took my first tottering step, I was given new strength by the other nine women. They stood from their chairs and began applauding. I was sure that Chrissy was beaming with pride as she followed right behind me. I did not dare turn around to look at her, but instead focused all my concentration on the door ahead and made myself walk to it by force of will.

Gloria opened the door and the three of us walked through, after which Chrissy closed it. I could no longer hear the women clapping in approval, and lost that incentive to remain upright. The last thing I remember thinking was how strange it was that my face would be on the floor, when I had no recollection of falling. Then everything faded to black.

To be continued . . .