As I reached the cross, I was grabbed and spun around by Billy, Chris and Jen. The cross had been lowered to the point where the base was touching the floor. It was all a blur of activity and sensations, I found myself standing on a stool in front of the cross as my hands were first clipped by wrist straps to the cross as I held heavy hand holds that were attached to it, and then my wrists and forearms were wrapped with a heavy rope as were my ankles, my heels resting on a little block of wood attached to the cross. When I stood straight up on the block it could take my weight and my arms were only slightly raised from by shoulders. If I relaxed my knees at all, the burden of support soon shifted to my arms. I could move and shift the burden from my legs to my arms, but I could see that after a while it was going to be tough.
The wisp of sheer white cloth that made up my pareo was getting bunched up by the way my ass worked up and down on the wood each time I shifted my weight on the cross. I really couldn't see it all that well, but I could tell it was riding well up my leg and the slit where it was tied seemed to be very open. I could see that on my right side, where the knot was, that it was slipping down over my hip, and hanging as I was, my waist was drawn in so the darn cloth was loose in front too.
The crowd seemed to be coming in closer as Ms. Baxter was taken around to the other side of the cross and strapped to it in much the same manner as I was. I could feel her there, but couldn't see her. When I felt her hair on my shoulder I was comforted by the knowledge that we would be sharing this extreme experience and that it would surely be a strong memory and bond for years and years.
As the band blared on, and the lights flashed, the cross was slowly raised up by the cables at the end of the cross piece and we rose above the crowd to where their heads were about at our thighs. I began to lose myself more and more in the moment and the emotion of this incredible symbolism. This had to be the end of a perfect week. Without a doubt the ultimate fantasy of any good exhibitionist and submissive, and I knew in my heart that I was one hell of an exhibitionist and becoming one hell of a submissive. The dull pain in my shoulders and hands were not all that bad. Nothing really compared to actually being suspended.
This was weird. A wonderful mix of an entertaining act and real punishment. Not knowing which exactly it was, I was uncertain where it would take me and how to respond.
"You're looking hot, Lani," Billy shouted above the din of the room. "No wonder I love you so much. After this I think everybody here will love you." At that point she stretched herself up so that her hands could reach my breasts. "You need to get a little wet if you are going to enjoy this fully, girl," she said as she began to flick at my nipples with her fingertips. After about thirty seconds of that, the electricity that flows between my nipples and pussy began to work and I began to squirm and indeed feel myself responding all over. As she continued the gentle but intense stimulation of my nipples in full view of the entire room, I began to lose my self-control and low subdued moans were followed by the loud throaty gasps and moans of a full, raging orgasm.
I found myself losing all track of time and place. I was looking at nothing in particular and had my eyes fixed, but not focused out at the edge of the room. From time to time I would see a face in the crowd that I knew. Most of the guys would stare until their date caved in their ribs with a well-placed elbow, or froze their dicks off and snapped them off with icy stares.
As time wore on I tried to call out to Ms. Baxter, but she never replied or moved in a way that I could judge as a response. In all likelihood she could not hear me. Or maybe she was so into the moment that she had drifted off to her own private fantasy world.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I could feel the strain of the position beginning to get to me as the gentle pain in my shoulders got more pronounced and was becoming something that I was now trying to get away from. I was starting to realize the beauty of crucifixion. When you are suspended by the wrists you begin to feel the strain almost immediately and after only a very few minutes you are pleading to be let down. The sensation is intense, and in its own way wonderfully erotic and exciting. But with crucifixion, at least with this gentle kind, the agony creeps up on you slowly, the helplessness is total, with the pain building in the most minute increments. Nothing really sudden like when your feet first come free of the floor in suspension, just a very slow ache and steadily growing distress.
How beautiful it feels. How beautiful the symbolism. How beautiful I must look. Lusted after by all the men and women that can't explain what it is that keeps drawing them to look again and again, longer each time. I do not look back. I do not make eye contact. I begin to slump and let my body hang. My eyes begin to close in sweet pain, and my head rolls to one side and hangs forward. I am in a trace-like state. The pain is beginning to throb in me. My mouth is dry and feels like it is full of cotton. When I open my eyes with effort all is more or less a blur. How long have I been up here? How long do I have to go? I am confused. Do I want it to be over soon, or never?
Billy comes forward and I see her as she pulls a chair forward in front of me. As she steps up on it I can see she is holding those wonderfully awful sliding nipple clips. The ones with the nasty little teeth in the ends that bite so horribly.
"You need something to highlight your beauty and to get your mind off the pain in your shoulders," she shouted up at me. I didn't respond except to look her helplessly in the eye and plead that she not put them on too tight. Either she didn't understand my silent plea, or she decided to ignore it. She put them on hard and tight and the pain shooting through my nipples added to the agony. As she did, the collective cheer and gasp of the crowd came to my ears. It hurt terribly. But as always the internal connection of the triangle between my nipples and my pussy became just as strong as that of the silver chain suspended between my two rock hard jutting buds. As the connection was made, the internal electricity flowing to my cunt began to energize me again and get my juices flowing and my pulse quickening. I closed my eyes and began to enjoy the searing pain and the excitement it was bringing to me. The touch of a hand on my thigh suddenly shocked me back. As I looked down to try and see who had touched me, I saw the big doorman grab a guy and begin to gently push him away.
As my glance shifted to the guy who had stepped forward out of the crowd to merely place his hand on my thigh, I was struck with a sense of recognition. As my vision returned I realized he was familiar, but for a moment, I couldn't quite place him. Then I remembered the beach.
It was Bart. What was he doing here?
I called out, "No, it's O.K. Let him stay. I know him," and broke a tiny smile on my face. "Hey, Bart, is that you?"
"Yeah. It's me. I came to see you. And am I ever glad I did. I've never seen anything like this in my whole life and don't expect to ever again. I just had to see you when Billy called me and told me about it."
Fuck! I couldn't believe it. What a wonderful girl she is. How am I so lucky to have gotten hooked up with her?
As is always the case the room always goes quiet at the most awkward moment. In this case the band ended its set and the room went quiet just as I was shouting out to Bart, "Wait for me. This is killer, but it's making me so horny I'm going to need you to fuck my brains out when I get down from here!"
He looked so cute and so very stupid with that look on his face. The power of the submissive, or the power of the pussy, whatever, I had him. He would do whatever I asked him to now.
Suddenly a spotlight lit me and Ms. Baxter.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ announced. "As I am sure you may have noticed, unless you are totally blind, we have two beautiful women being crucified for their sins, and your pleasure! Lani and Beth have agreed to absolve themselves of their sins here before you tonight to cleanse their souls and to get you wet!" A cheer from the crowd. This was fucking great. Beth? Cool.
"Billy, please step forward," he commanded over the loud speaker. "Billy is Lani's Mist
ress. Beth on the other hand is beholden to the club here for past debts and has offered to settle them here tonight as a sort of entertainment and punishment. What do you say? Is she paying off her rather sizable debt adequately?"
The crowd roared their approval. "Lani on the other hand has been crucified here by her Mistress as punishment for misdeeds. They have both consented to their punishment. The catch is once they agree to begin, they can't stop until it is finished. Isn't that right, girls?"
I nodded my agreement and smiled at the crowd. I was soaring. I was in my glory.
"Be assured ladies and gentlemen," he went on, "that what you see is absolutely real and that they are indeed suffering greatly already. By the time they are finished, they will have been severely and truly punished. And because Lani has broken a rule she had agreed to, Billy will whip her as she hangs here crucified."
The crowd went wild with a mix of glee and horror. An odd thunder of gasps and cheers hit me in the face. I responded by shifting my weight with as much drama and raw sex appeal as I could muster.
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, to pay for her sins, and for all of our pleasure, Billy will give Lani ten lashes with the bullwhip at this time. Ladies, and gentlemen too, please turn away or leave the room at this time if you feel that you are unable to witness something this dramatic and shocking."
He was playing this for all it was worth. Perhaps he was over playing it and they would not believe that it was real. He was ahead of me.
"In case anyone here doubts that this is real or thinks it is merely an act, I am asking for a volunteer to take one mild lash from Billy's whip to tell us what it is like. Anyone?"
Suddenly the room fell silent. But after a moment, and to everyone's surprise it was not one of the Marines or sailors there that stepped forward, but a girl. Stick thin, pale as a ghost. Got the gothic look down cold. Skintight black leather pants very low cut on the hip, a black leather halter-top covering a fairly flat chest. Big clunky black combat boots. Hair cut short and all funny and dyed a blue-black that couldn't be natural. Black lipstick and nail polish. Made-up to look like she had just come back from the dead. Not my look, that is for sure, but I had to admit that she was sexy in her own way.
"I'll try it. Let's see if it is a real whip or some play thing," she announced boldly as she stepped up in front of me and turned to face the crowd and Billy. "You're the one holding the whip. You going to whip her?" she challenged.
"That's right" Billy replied holding her ground. This was hot and I had the best seat in the house.
"You going to whip her up there like that?"
"Yes, but the DJ got it wrong. It isn't going to be ten lashes," she paused for dramatic effect holding everyone's attention, especially mine. "It is going to be twenty five."
Another mixed roar of gasps, hoots and cheers from the crowd.
"O.K. then. Give me two just like the ones you will give her and I'll tell everyone here what they are like," she said throwing down a verbal gauntlet to Billy.
"O.K. gang, we got someone with some guts here. And what is your name please?" the announcer broke in trying to keep control of the highly charged situation.
"Latticia."
The room again responded with whoops and boos at this girl with the big attitude. With that she turned and looked up at me and smiled. At that instant I knew she was no stranger to the whip and relished the opportunity. We were sisters. No doubt about it. She would know what a real whip felt like, and in about ten seconds she would know all too well that Billy's whip was indeed all too real and that Billy knew exactly how to use it.
With a wink she ran her hand up my thigh and back down, turned around and reaching up behind her neck untied the neck strap of her halter and then the back straps and let it fall to the floor. The guys in the crowd went wild. It wasn't enough that two women were hanging on a cross topless and nearly nude before them, and that half the women there were dressed to kill, the showing of another pair of tits just set them off. It was mean, but I was glad to see she was considerably less well endowed than I was, yet her tits were nicely shaped. Again she turned to smile up at me. The nipple rings in each tit and the two fading welts on her chest confirmed my belief about her.
She swung around again dramatically to face the crowd, threw her arms up over her head and leaning back against my legs wrapped her arms back around me.
"O.K!"
The room fell totally silent. Billy motioned the crowd back, not speaking a word, to get room to wield her whip. With a sweep of her arm she quickly drew it back and let it fly at this girl's breasts.
Her scream was exquisite, and she let go of me to double over in pain and, I think, surprise in the viciousness of Billy's lash.
After a pause in which the room remained strangely silent, Billy asked quietly, "You want the second to see if it is real? Or is one enough?"
"Two was the deal," she said as she straightened to resume the position she had taken before. "Give me your best shot."
A fucking duel. How hot.
The second lash was aimed expertly to cut across her stomach at her navel. The scream lacked the surprise of the first, but nothing else. As she stood back up from her bent over position she shook her head as if to clear it and walked over to Billy and gave her a big nasty kiss on the mouth that set the room off.
"The whip is real and this bitch sure knows how to use it," she announced, and again the room burst in to an explosion of cheers and jeers.
"So ladies and gentlemen as you can see," the announcer stepped in, "Lani here is in for a substantial bit of punishment. Billy, you may proceed."
Billy looked up at me just before me she took a stance with feet apart and hands on hips and stared down the crowd returning them to a near silent state as she captured their attention.
"As I have said, Lani here must receive 25 lashes. I have decided that I will give her the first twenty. Our brave and beautiful volunteer Latticia here will give her two to repay my debt to her, and I am asking my special guest Bart, to give her the last three if he will be so kind."
This was getting interesting.
"O.K. Lani," she said to me, "here we go."
"Please count each lash with me aloud as Billy whips her," the DJ said over the loud speaker.
With a sly wink to me, and a sudden motion, Billy had the first lash headed right for my middle with a sort of upper cut motion. The impact didn't hurt all that much and surprised me. But the scream and jerking by Ms. Baxter behind me instantly told me both what the wink meant and why the impact was subdued. As Latticia had just told the crowd, Billy did know how to use the whip. So I was sure that wrapping me with the whip so that the end went around my side and snapped viciously into Ms. Baxter was no accident.
"One."
Billy didn't bat an eye, but I knew all too well that she knew exactly what she had done.
"Two...Three...Four...Five...Six" Ms. Baxter was really taking a whipping that was intended for me. The strokes were hard, and hurt enough for me to react to them, and I suppose make it look like the whip was finding its mark on me. Ms. Baxter on the other hand did not scream after the first lash, but the low and very sensual moans that she made after each stroke told me that she was getting off.
The room was beginning to buzz as the heat of the whipping and the incredible sexual energy and imagery was building. The audience stood nearly still as they watched with rapt attention. As Billy brought her arm back again, Latticia, standing at her side, reached out to interrupt her swing. "You're better than that with that thing. How about giving her the whipping she really wants."
"Yeah, I know," said Billy, "I just wanted to have a little fun with the other lady before I go after Lani. The nineteen we have left should be enough with this bullwhip to send her completely off."
"Then do it!"
The crowd grew restles
s at even this very brief delay and began to chant that they wanted more, more, more.
"Seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven." The five lashes fell in quick succession causing me to dance on the cross wildly, and gasp. Billy showed Latticia and the crowd her expertise with this wicked eight-foot snake as she spaced the lashes beautifully from my nipples to my navel. The burn was awful.
"Twelve... thirteen... fourteen... fifteen!" the crowd and DJ counted as Billy spread the pain between the armpits, navel, hip, and tits. I jerked wildly at the cross. The pain was searing and incredible. I couldn't shake it; it chased me all around and cornered me. No escape.
"I need a better target!" Billy shouted as she reached up and ripped the bunched up white pareo away from me.
Naked. The difference between having this scrap of cloth bunched up around my waist, even if it hardly covered anything, and not having it at all was profound. Being naked, instead of very nearly naked, my vulnerability seemed to increase ten times. This was it! Now I had been delivered to a new place.
"That's better, baby" Billy shouted, her eyes wild, "show us how magnificent you really are. Make every man and woman here want you, make them envy me for having you."
"Sixteen... seventeen... eighteen!" The whip smacked and seared across my pussy mound and my upper thighs, then abruptly shifted up to my chest.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! More, please. More!" I begged as the heat of the broken skin burned through me. I didn't have to look, but I knew that Billy had drawn blood on my right breast and across my lower belly just above my pussy. I was wild now. Nothing mattered, nothing. I just wanted to experience the pain, to soak it in, to eat it, to make love to it. I knew any second now I was going to explode into another wild orgasm. What a sight that would be.
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