Bearing the Cross
Lisa and Paul lay in bed basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex. They were discussing fantasies. This usually led to more great sex. The two had been married for five years and they already knew each other’s fantasies. Paul noticed a particular look on his wife’s face as she went silent. Paul asked, “Honey, what are you thinking about so intently?”
Lisa hesitated and replied, “Nothing, just a fantasy.”
“Which one?” Paul asked.
Lisa thought for a moment about not telling him and replied, “Its one I have not told you about. You know I have bondage fantasies and we have acted out some of the milder ones. Those fantasies go a lot deeper than you know. I would like to be tortured, maybe to the point of death.”
Paul lay there in silence for what seemed like an eternity to Lisa. She knew he must think her insane. Breaking the silence Paul finally spoke, “Would you really want to die.”
Lisa answered, “Yes, if that is what it took to feel the pain I want.”
The rest of the night Lisa told Paul some of her torture fantasies. Paul was shocked by some of them but his cock stayed hard the entire time. Lisa described how she would like to be spitted and roasted over an open fire. This was one of her favorites but not one she wanted to live out. She wanted something that would make the pain last longer. She finally decided that if she could have one torture it would have to be nailed to a cross and maybe gutted like a pig.
The next day Paul could not get his mind off his wife’s fantasies. He had never dreamed she had those desires. He stayed horny all the time thinking about her fantasies. Her fantasies had now become his. He longed for the day he could torture his wife, maybe to the point of death.
A week after their talk Paul went into his workshop. When he exited he had a cross ten feet high. He dug a hole in the back yard and set the cross in it. He sat in the yard looking at the cross, waiting for his wife to come home from her shopping trip. Paul did not hear his wife enter the yard. The sound of her voice startled him as she said, “My god Paul, you built it.”
The two sat watching the cross as if expecting an apparition to appear. Lisa finally broke the silence as she said, “When do I get to try it out?”
Paul looked at his wife and said, “Anytime you want. I will give you all the pain you want and then some.”
Lisa stripped off her clothes and stood before her husband naked. Paul wanted to stick his raging hard cock in her pussy then but wanted to wait till she was on the cross. Neither one of them was sure how far they would go that day.
Paul got a short stool and set it at the base of the cross. Lisa stepped on the stool and held her arms out along the cross bar. The stool held her at the perfect height. She looked down at Paul and said, “Get the hammer and nails, I want to do it now.”
Paul did not hesitate and quickly ran into the shop for the tools. He stood before his wife with the tools of torture in his hands. Paul could feel the wetness in his underwear from the excitement. He noticed the wetness of his wife’s pussy also. Paul set another stool next to the cross. He stood on the stool and his wife’s hand was in his face. He looked at the delicate hand as it trembled from being held in such an awkward position. With one hand he held the nail against the palm of her dainty hand. The nail looked huge compared to her small hand. With his other hand he drew the hammer back. He looked at his wife. Lisa looked at her husband and nodded. Paul brought the hammer forward as hard as he could. Lisa screamed as the hammer shot the nail through her hand and into the wood behind. Paul drove the nail till it was deep in the cross. Blood ran from Lisa’s hand where the nail protruded oddly from her hand. Paul looked at his wife’s pain ravaged face, as the tears flowed down her cheeks.
Paul moved the stool to the other side of his wife. He stood on the stool, looking at his wife’s other hand. Paul turned to Lisa and asked, “Do you want me to keep going?”
Lisa spoke with pain in her voice, “It feels great. I love the pain. I want more.”
Paul held the sharp point of the nail in his wife’s other hand and quickly struck it with the hammer. Once again Lisa screamed as the nail tore into her flesh. The nail pushed bones away as it sped toward the cross. Paul continued hitting the nail till it was deep in the wood. Paul sat down on the stool and looked at his wife’s small feet. He was unsure how to nail them to the cross. Paul raised her foot, slightly bending her knee, to place her foot flat against the cross. Lisa held her trembling foot in this position. Paul felt around her foot till he found the spot, a couple of inches, above her toes. He held the nail to her foot and struck it with the hammer. Lisa screamed louder than when the nails went through her hands. The nail went about half way into her foot. Paul struck the nail again. This time the nail passed through her foot but not into the wood. Paul finished driving the nail into the cross.
Paul then drove a nail through Lisa’s other foot. He then slid the stool away that had once supported her. She was now held to the cross, only by the nails in her limbs.
Lisa was still crying and screaming five minutes later. The nails in her feet had hurt much more than the ones in her hands. She had felt bones splinter as the nail went into her feet. Still with the terrible pain, she had no regrets. Lisa stopped crying long enough to speak as she said to Paul “Fuck me darling. I want your hard cock in my wet pussy.”
Paul stripped off his clothes and stood on the stool that once held his wife. His stuck his aching cock in to his wife’s wet pussy. Lisa screamed again, this time from the orgasm that ran through her body. Lisa had several more orgasms before Paul shot his semen into her hungry pussy.
Paul stepped off the stool and watched as his semen leaked from Lisa’s pussy. Even though he had just orgasm his cock was starting to get hard already. His mind was in a state like never before. He wanted to do more to cause his wife pain. Paul left his wife to look around the shop for more instruments of torture.
Lisa relished the pain in her body. The pain was always constant as her body weight pushed against the nails. At times she thought her own body weight would tear the nails from her flesh. Lisa’s only regret was that she could not use one of her hands to rub her aching clit.
After a quick trip into the house Paul returned carrying a vibrator and some knitting needles, with the ends sharpened, in one hand. The other held more nails. He took the long needle and pushed the point against the outside of Lisa’s left breast. He pushed the needle till it broke the skin. Lisa screamed once again at the pain. He kept pushing the needle till it was completely through her left breast. He continued pushing the needle till it pressed against her right one. He pushed hard till the needle pierced the right breast. Now both her breast were held together by the knitting needle through them.
Paul took the vibrator, turned it on, and pushed it into Lisa’s wet pussy. Lisa quickly orgasm as the vibrator entered her. Paul took a nail and welded several more nails to it perpendicular. He drove the nail in the cross so that the others would hold the vibrator in Lisa’s pussy. If she tried to wiggle her ass the nails would tear at her pussy.
Paul was getting tired and new he would soon have to sleep. He looked at his wife and knew she would need more support since her feet were bearing most of the weight. He stood on the stool once more and place a nail her on arm, between the shoulder and elbow. Lisa screamed as he brought the hammer down on the nail. He did the same with the other arm. Paul then went down to her ass. He placed a nail at and angle against the flesh of her ass. He drove the nail through the flesh and into the cross. He also did this on the other side of her ass. He now felt confident Lisa was now supported well. Paul went to a lawn chair and lay down so he could watch his wife. Soon he drifted off to sleep.
Between orgasms Lisa could feel the blood running down her body from the many wounds. Lisa wished she could stand back and look at herself. She would have Paul get a mirror when he woke up. Lisa’s mind could only think about the pain and the vibrator in her pussy. The flesh in her ass gave enough that she could move her hips slightly. She discovered one of the nails holding the vibrator was on her clit. She wiggled her clit against the nail. The sharp point tore at her clit causing pain and pleasure. Soon blood was dripping from her pussy as she ground it against the nails.
The vibrator continued in Lisa’s pussy but she was drained. Her body had reached the point of fatigue. Lisa’s only urge was to sleep. She drifted in and out of a fitful sleep. Every time she completely relaxed the nails would tear at her flesh. Her mind was a mixture of thoughts. She wanted to be free from the torture, yet she never wanted it to end.
Paul slept all night while his wife struggled on the cross. He woke up the next morning and went in the house to fix breakfast. After Paul ate he took a plate to his wife and fed her. After Lisa ate she felt a little better but her body was still exhausted. She asked Paul, “I think I am ready to come down now. I don’t know if I can take any more of this.”
Paul replied with a devilish look on his face, “Oh, you are, I don’t think so. Your torture is only beginning. I think I like this kind of thing. I have a few more surprises for you yet. Right now I have some things to do.”
Lisa protested in vein as Paul got in the car and left. Lisa hung on the cross, alone, most of the day. The loneliness was as bad as the pain. She hoped Paul would be home soon. The heat of the sun on her nude body was also cause for more torment. Lisa wanted down but was glad Paul did not release her. She knew that it might not be possible to do this again. She knew her feet were badly damaged and her hands may be also.
Paul returned that evening driving a rental van. Lisa could not see the truck from her position. Paul entered the back yard and looked at his wife hanging on the cross. He noticed her arms were turning blue and knew she might not last much longer. Paul said to Lisa, “Honey, look at your arms. They are turning blue. I better let you down now.”
Lisa replied in a weak voice, “No, I want to die here. This is where my life will end.”
Paul was not sure if she spoke from delirium or her desires. Either way he would honor her words. He was torn between rushing her death and ending her agony or letting her die in peace on the cross. Paul removed the vibrator and the nails holding it in place.
Lisa lived till late the next day. She went quietly without making a sound.
Paul lowered the cross to the ground and removed the nails from her limp body. He carried her into the house and laid her in the bathtub. He washed the sweat and blood from her tortured body. He then dressed her in a white garter and white hose. He then went to the rental truck, still parked in the driveway. Paul had anticipated his wife’s death on the cross. He removed a white casket from the back of the truck and dragged it to their bedroom. He went back to the truck and removed a large box.
Paul carried Lisa to the casket and laid her in it. He then stripped off his clothes and lay on top of her. There was one fantasy Paul had not told his, now dead, wife. He had always wanted to have sex with a dead woman. When she had told him of her fantasy to be tortured to death. He got horny not from the torture part but of having sex with her after she was dead. Paul forced his hard cock into his dead wife’s pussy. All of her pussy juices had been washed away with the blood. Lisa’s cold dead pussy gripped Paul’s cock like a vise. He slowly began to work his cock in and out of the cold bluish pussy. Soon his on lubrication had taken over and he fucked his dead wife easily. He licked her stiff nipples as he fucked her. Paul could almost hear the moans she used to make when he licked her nipples. As he fucked her he put his lips on hers and drove his tongue into her cold mouth. He could feel the coldness of her body pressed against his own. Paul could smell the decay that had already set in. With the smell of death filling his nostrils, Paul shot his sperm into her dead pussy.
Paul reluctantly got off his dead wife and went to the box he had taken out of the truck. The box contained the things he would need to preserve his wife. He wanted her body to last as long as possible.
Paul attached hoses from the embalming machine to Lisa’s dead body. Paul proceeded to drain all of the blood from his wife. He then attached the hose to a jug of cold liquid. He turned on a pump and embalming fluid flowed through the veins of his dead wife. Paul would repeat this process everyday till Lisa decayed beyond the point of being useful for his needs. Paul turned on the window air conditioner to full. Soon the room was almost like a refrigerator.
Every night for the next month Paul would fuck his dead wife and then wrap her cold arms around him and fall asleep. Paul never wanted those times to end.
The End