Sunday, April 12, 2015

Amazon Crucifixion

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The trek through the heavy jungle in northern Brazil had been exhausting. Paulo, Raul and Richard were lucky to have reached this far by themselves, without injury. The weather had alternated between extremely wet from rain, to extremely wet from humidity, getting worse the further north they went. The main river filled with boat traffic had given way to smaller rivers with an occasional boat or skiff with small settlements.

Finally they had turned their small power boat into an inlet and headed up what they knew to be a previously undocumented waterway. There were no other boats here, no signs of human life, though the jungle teamed with colorful birds, huge insects, bizarre looking marmosets and scary spiders.

Reaching a waterfall they abandoned their boat and decided to try heading up the creek for one day before giving up and heading back. They expedition was an initial exploration, financed by a wealthy entrepreneur who believed he could locate some unique plant life that could be used in the pharmaceutical industry. They needed to collect samples and do surveys, and then return.

Radios had stopped working long before. Supplies were running low.

That evening they made camp and sat by a small fire, cooking some lizards they had caught to go with their dried beans. Raul saw her first. They didn't know how long she had been standing there.

Hovering on the edge of camp stood a woman with long, smooth, shiny black hair, beautiful fine and proud facial features, long muscular arms and legs, and a perfect body. She was naked except for a necklace made of seeds or small bones; her eyes shown in the firelight.

She was beautiful in an intense, overwhelming way that none of the men had ever experienced. And she was tall. Very tall. Well over six feet, perhaps over seven. She stood motionless, displaying no fear or alarm, simply watching them. Paulo rose to his feet in an almost dream like trance, and walked over to her, offering her some of the cooked lizard.  She looked at it with slight amusement, and then reached over and touched Paulo's face with her fingers, running them down his face, feeling the scruff of beard, sliding over the sweat that covered his neck.

They realized now that she carried a spear and a small pack made of leather hung over her shoulder. They invited her in, motioning for her to join them. She did. They spoke to her in English, then in Portuguese. She responded to the portuguese with some basic words. "Sim" (yes), "não" (no), "faminto" (hungry), "segue" (follow).

Her name appeared to be Rai, and she was perhaps 17 or 18 years old, and more beautiful than any of the men had ever experienced. She wore her nakedness comfortably, making the men feel as if it was their rough clothing that was unusual.

"I don't know what she is," Paolo said as they speculated on her origins. "She isn't Guarani, or Yanomami. Maybe a smaller offshoot tribe. But she doesn't have the physical... characteristics. Too tall, too fine featured. I mean, look at her for god's sake, she might be a goddess."

It was true. As the men sat around the campfire and tried to communicate with the woman, they were wrapped in a spell by her beauty, health, and power. Her breasts were perfectly formed; large but firm so that the nipples pointed directly out, and the soft flesh did not flop about when she moved. In fact, her entire body seemed to be stretched tight and firm. When she knelt by the fire she spread her legs, exposing herself without thought or embarrassment.

She seemed to want them to come with her, repeating the word segue, repeatedly, and motioning for them to follow her. The men eagerly obtained flashlights and basic supplies and follow her into the forest where she slipped easily between the trees as if following a hidden path. They followed her perfect ass and legs, entranced by the lean muscles in her back that appeared and disappeared beneath the swaying of her soft, silky, jet black hair. It took about an hour before they saw firelight ahead through the trees and entered a clearing where they were joined by other natives that looked remarkably like Rai.

All were women, tall and statuesque, some taller than Rai (which was impressive). All were naked, though they wore simple adornments of bone, seed, or even metal about their necks and wrists. Many had weapons such as spears or knives. The men saw one woman with a makeshift quiver of arrows, as well.

The men were invited to the largest fire in the middle of the encampment. There were large huts and structures with smaller fires all around them, but most of the women seemed to be gathered around the large communal fire in the center of the small village. In all, there appeared to be about 100 women that came to gawk at the strange men.

Richard, Paulo and Raul sat down at the fire and were served a delicious soup, along with some drink that was strong, and burned as it went down. It was alcoholic, but none that they had ever tasted before. They were drunk before they had finished their soup. In their drunkenness they stared at the naked women all about them, the perfect breasts, the pert buttocks, the long and muscular legs, the lovely long hair. How could one group of women all be so beautiful? And so tall? And would any of them, even the older ones, be willing to have sex? Erections pressed hard against the fabric of their pants, pushing, straining.

Yes, in the presence of these goddesses, none of the men could keep the idea of getting inside one or more of these women out of their minds. It was only natural.

Captive

The next morning Paulo woke with a moan. His head pounded, his arms and legs were stiff and he was unable to move. His hangover was the worst he could remember in recent history. He was laying on dirt, in a clay or mud building with a door covered with woven leaves. Around the edges morning light shown through. Paulo tried to get up onto his hands and knees but he couldn't. his legs and arms were so stiff he couldn't move them. He tried harder, but he couldn't get them to budge. He looked down to see if he could get any movement going at all.

He had been tied tightly. He couldn't move because his wrists and legs were tied together. What's more, he was naked. Not a stitch of clothing on him anywhere. He moaned louder from the pain in his head and extremities. In another corner of the room Richard stirred and moaned, and Raul could see he was bound as well. His white flesh showed stark tan lines where his sleeves had ended.

"Richard! Wake up! We gotta get out of here!" Paulo hissed across the room, trying to get his companion to wake completely, but not wanting to alert whomever might be standing guard.  Richard moaned again, opened his eyes, got them focused and then quickly surveyed the situation.

Squiggling around in their hogtie, both men tried to get free. Raul was nowhere to be seen. Finally Richard had a bright idea.

"Let's get close and then I can untie you. Wriggle this way," Richard began slowly edging his way toward Paulo.

Paulo wriggled toward Richard. It was slow going. Just as they neared one another and were about to roll over to go back to back and try untying the ropes, the leaf curtain of the room opened and Rai entered, together with another woman.

The new woman was older, perhaps 25 or 26, taller than Rai and even more beautiful (if that was possible). Paulo felt embarrassment as his cock thickened and expanded at the site of the two women. He rolled over to try and hide his arousal, but the new woman grabbed him and shoved him onto his back. Pointing at his erect cock she smiled and jabbered to Rai in a language the men did not understand. The women seemed pleased by his physical reaction to them.

They turned their attention to Richard, rolling him over as well. As they did, Richard's cock sprang straight up, hard and erect. Rai nodded, pleased, then reached out and touched the hard member. Richard moaned slightly, perhaps from embarrassment, hangover pain, or pleasure. His cock bounced slightly in response to Rai's delicate stroke.

Rai pointed at the older woman and said, "Nome, Lasa." The woman's name was Lasa. Lasa was more heavily decorated with markings and roughly made jewelry, and was obviously in charge. She barked orders at Rai, smiled at the men again as they lay helplessly on their backs with cocks sticking into the air, and left.

Rai fed the men more of the good soup and gave them water. Apparently the men were to be kept alive, and they felt somewhat relieved. But where was Raul?

The answer came the next day.

The First Crucifixion

Unable to move because of their hogtie, the two men urinated and later defecated where they lay. They had no choice. The next morning when Lasa entered their prison she made a face showing the smell of their bodies offended her. She called Rai, and gave instructions.

The two men had their ankle ropes untied. Their legs were stiff and unusable from having been tied back for almost two days, unable to move, so they were dragged by several woman out into a clearing near the main camp. This clearing had evidence of its own fire, and the two men were dragged to opposite sides, about 20 feet away from each other.

Somewhere, the women had obtained chains. Slave chains with cuffs for ankles. The men were placed in these chains. The other end of each chain was secured to a tree, giving the men the freedom to move a few feet in various directions, but not far. Each man slumped against his own tree of captivity and tried to get their legs to move.

"Paulo! Look!" Richard called out, nodding to the far side of the clearing. There they at last saw what had happened to Raul.

On the far side of the clearing Raul hung from a beam of wood. The beam was about six feet long and hung parallel to the ground but eight feet above it. His arms were stretched out and tied tightly at the wrists to the ends of the beam. His body hung down below, and his head hung forward as if he were asleep or unconscious. His legs were tied below him, each ankle tied to a different tree to the side, pulling his legs back and apart so as to expose his genitals where they hung.

"Raul! Raul! Can you hear us! Are you alive!" Richard called out. Raul roused himself, and lifted his head. He wasn't in good shape, though alive.

"Paulo..." he rasped. "They... they... used me...."

"What do you mean? How did they use you? What is wrong?"

Raul's head hung again and sobbed once. He said nothing else. He was weak and breathing was difficult.

The two men watched Raul as he hung from the crossbeam. His arms were only tied at the wrists, which meant his arms ascended up and behind him in a sharp V. It looked painful. Very painful. The ropes at his ankles provided no support. He simply hung there. His breathing was labored. He said nothing. Paulo watched Raul's naked body as his muscles twitched and strained, reacting to cramps that visibly ripped through his suspended body.

Before sunset, Rai and Lasa came to the clearing with soup and water for the men. Raul tried to turn away from the offering of food and drink, but his head was forced back, mouth opened roughly and the liquids poured down his throat. He choked, spitting up much of the soup.

Finally, Lasa reached between Raul's legs, grabbed his testicles and squeezed hard. Raul gasped and howled in pain, screaming. Lasa squeezed again, and again, pulling and smashing and causing pain to ripple through Raul's body. She finally let go and said one thing, "Comer". Eat.

This time Raul ate. He drank the soup and water. When they were satisfied, the women left him hanging. He urinated onto the ground below him.

Both Richard and Paulo noticed that when the women had approached Raul his cock had grown hard and strained outward. Even in the torture of his hanging from the crossbeam, even while his testicles were smashed and tortured, he was aroused by the mere presence of the beautiful women captors.  When they left, his cock slowly lost its erection, sinking back down to flaccidity.

It grew dark, and three of the beautiful naked women came and built a fire in the clearing. Their naked bodies were perfect, even the older women. Hair straight and silky, breasts firm, stomachs flat. Richard actually tried to get free to go to these women, Paulo just sat and began stroking his spontaneously hard cock. Raul's cock throbbed hard in the firelight as well, hanging between his legs as he hung from the cross.

When it was completely dark, two other women joined the three around the fire. These were younger women, and they sat close together, fondling and touching one another as the group spoke together in their unknown language. Their lesbian affection for each other was clear, and as the evening progressed they began kissing and fondling one another. The three men watched as the two women made love, fingering each other, kissing and suckling on nipples, spreading legs wide for each other's head as they tongued pussies.

Then one of the two lovers stood and went over to Raul where he hung. Raul moaned and cried out at her approach, protesting.

"No. No! No.. please... "

He was weak but conscious as the young woman took his cock and began stroking. The woman's lover stood and joined the action, playing with Raul's cock and balls as he hung from the cross. All the while they masturbated the crucified man, they kept hands and lips on each other, fondling flesh in a tortured, obscene trio of sexual lust.

It didn't take long for Raul to ejaculate. A huge load of semen spurt from his cock as he pitched his head back and howled in a mix of pleasure, pain and despair. His body fluid was caught expertly by the young woman in her hand as she stroked and continued to drain every drop from Raul's cock.

The girl who had caught the semen turned to her partner, pushed her to the ground and climbed on top. The semen filled hand slipped between her partner's legs as she smeared, pushed and massaged the fluid between the fleshy folds of the vagina.

Raul hung in agony and watched as the two women fell back from each other, spreading legs apart and pressing their cunts together, grinding, with his fluid lubricating their genitals as they rubbed spasmodically. Their orgasm was mutual and loud as their hips pressed and writhed together frantically.

The women collapsed, exhausted from their sexual activity. Raul hung, his shoulders, arms and back in agonizing cramps. His cock was still hard, never having lost a bit of it's hard erection in spite of having been drained of cum.

The women left the clearing when the fire died. Paulo and Richard heard Raul moaning in pain in the dark. They slept, but the sound of Raul's agony kept them awake much of the night.

This scene was repeated each day. Forced feeding and watering during the day to keep the poor hanging victim alive; firelight and women coming to play and observe Raul's increasing agony. The love making, lesbian sex which had Richard and Paulo masturbating furiously. Forced ejaculation, semen milking. Smearing and inserting the semen into one of the lesbian lovers. Then left alone until the next day.

It became obvious what was going on. This tribe had no men. Through whatever strange quirk of nature or genetics, they had no men. Somehow, though, they were able to entice and disarm any men they came across, and when they did they were captured and milked of their sperm, which was used to impregnate the youngest and most vital of the tribe.

After six or seven days on the cross Raul was clearly wasting away, dying from shock. The forced feeding kept him alive, but the pain of being suspended from the cross was impacting his mind and health. The sun dehydrated him, the cold at night penetrated and weakened him. Beneath his body a pool of urine and feces was gathering, the stench drawing flies and bugs that swarmed the crucified man's body. He was dying slowly, by small bits.

Day after day Raul experienced nothing but excruciating agony from his suspension, but he was not allowed to die. He begged for it. He refused to eat but his mouth was pried open and liquid poured down. The humiliation of being forced to give his sperm each night was mentally agonizing. He lost his mind slowly, in tiny increments until he jabbered and drooled. His only recognizable words were when he begged to be killed.

Raul's wrists became thinner as he lost weight, and his muscles atrophied. When it was clear he might slip out of the ropes that secured him, three of the beautiful women came to the clearing with small but sharp spikes, and pounded them through his wrists to the wood beam. Richard and Paulo listened to his screams as his wrists were shattered, but there was little they could do. Once the nails were in place, Raul's body was fixed in place, and would not fall from the cross.

The Second Crucifixion

It was clear that these women had some sort of power over men, perhaps through pheromones or some other mechanism, for when the women were present all three of the men instantly felt their cocks grow hard, and all they could do was think about the beauty of the women. All they wanted was to get inside the women, to climb them, fuck them, and then fuck them again. They wanted nothing but release.

None of the three men ever did get inside the women's bodies. Their chains were secure, they had only limited movement, and the women were careful.

After 14 days, Raul's decimated, tortured form hung from the cross and no longer moved. It wasn't clear whether he had died. The clearing stunk from human waste, and the smell of a rotting corpse wasn't immediately obvious.

Nevertheless, it became clear one night that Raul was no longer of interest to the women. Seven of them came that evening when the sun was just descending. Their bodies were shiny with the sweat from the heat of the day, their fine smooth skin a pleasure to behold. Richard and Paulo's cocks rose and hardened as always at the sight of so many perfect women.

They approached Richard, dragging a heavy wooden beam toward him. Richard began screaming, anticipating what would be coming. It didn't matter; three of the women grabbed one of his arms and held it in position while the other women tied his wrist in place. The repeated the operation with the left wrist. Ropes were tied to his ankles and the ends were secured someplace behind him.

Richard sat on the ground, arms spread wide, tied to the beam behind his shoulders. He babbled, pleading for his life. The women probably didn't understand him but if they did they showed no signed of caring. Satisfied with their work the women tied a rope around the beam, flung it over a branch above, and then hauled on the end. Richard felt himself being pulled up, higher into a standing position and finally onto his toes. The beam went higher, behind his head, stretching his arms above until the muscles were tight and joins creaked, the weight of his body yanking on his shoulders and elbows. The ropes around his wrists pulled tight, pinching and cutting off circulation until the pain shot through his hands and arms.

Then his feet left the ground, his entire weight supported only by his wrists. The pain was excruciating. He screamed, and struggled, but to no avail. His legs were pulled apart and slightly behind him by the ropes secured to his ankles. He writhed, yelled, begged. The women responded by touching him. Running their hands over his straining muscles, experiencing the pain that was his cramping back. They took his cock and balls in hand and played with them, talking and giggling as they did so.

Richard swore he would not be used. He would not give sperm. He would not allow these women to torture him and gain from their use of his agony.

Five of the women stepped back and sat around the fire as the two remaining women in front of Richard's panting, naked form began to fondle each other. They kissed deeply, hands on each other's asses, and then sank to the ground to spread legs and experience the heights of lesbian pleasure. Richard watched through a haze of pain, his cock erect and throbbing in spite of everything his body was experiencing. Every muscle from his stomach upward was cramping and stretched in pain. He found it hard to breathe. He was crying, tears rolling down his cheeks from the pain and mental anguish. Yet he watched the women as they caressed, fondled, suckled, and entered one another.

It finally came time. The women stood and began stroking Richard. He screamed in frustration, trying to concentrate on the pain of his wrists and hands, anything but the pleasure these women wanted him to feel. He bit his lip. Held his breath. Shook his body. Tried to pull away from the four probing, stroking hands.

Richard's pain truly was agonizing. His shoulders throbbed, his head hurt and his stomach felt nauseous. His hands were going numb from lack of blood and yet still hurt horribly, his fingers curled into stiff claws that no longer moved. Through it all he felt the persistent hands stroking his cock, fondling his balls.

Finally his body took over and responded to the stimulation; he had no choice. He hung his head and looked at the beautiful faces, the beautiful bodies before him, urging him on, and gave in. His muscles contracted, his semen flowed, and he moaned loudly as his sperm poured from the end of his cock into the hand of the woman. His hips jerked, pushing, trying to get every bit of his seed out. It was as if he was obeying a primal need to offer his body fluid to the goddesses that demanded it.

When it was over Richard hung, the pleasure of orgasm fading and replaced with the agony of his upper body, watching the women take his fluid and rub it into their vaginas. One of the girls produced a tuber a little more than a foot long, bulbous but worn smooth, and pushed the end against her partner's pussy, capturing semen and using the tuber to push it inside. She then did the same to her own pussy with the other end of the tuber, pushing semen inside and sliding down its length until her pussy lips met her partners, and a mutual grinding, pushing motion began. They fucked the tuber, using it as a phallus inserted into the two women at either end, their pussies meeting in the middle. It was invisible when the two women pushed hard together, sinking deep inside their bodies, and then could be seen briefly as they parted, only to push back together again in an increasingly frantic rhythm.

The two young girls finally finished with loud grunting orgasms and fell back on the ground, slowly allowing the double dildo to slide out of their cunts. Once they recovered the girls and the rest of the group left the clearing. Richard hung in place, panting a little, drooling. Paulo watched from the other side of the fire, stroking his own cock until spurting his seed onto the ground.  Richard drooled from his open lips, and then urinated onto the ground below him.  He was an animal. Rational thought left him, and was replaced only by body functions and pain.

Oh, so much pain.

The next day a group of women came to the clearing and untied the rope from which Raul's corpse hung, the beam which held his arms wide falling to the ground with a loud thump. They untied his wrists, and grabbed his mutilated arms, pulling and straining until they came free from the nails that held him in place. No blood flowed from his mangled wrists.

Richard watched, knowing this was going to be his fate; a corpse yanked free of the cross that held his arms wide. Raul's remains were dragged away into the forest.

That evening, Richard refused to accept the rich soup offered by the women. He wanted to die. He was in agony, the pain from his arms and shoulders slowly creeping down to encompass his stomach and hips. The women climbed up to him, their smooth, muscular bodies rubbing against his as they pried his mouth open with a sharpened stone, hurting and cracking his teeth until he opened. His jaw was pried wide open and a wooden ring placed inside, forcing his mouth permanently open. Once inside it forced his jaw so wide open that he could not remove or dislodge it. Cramps immediately set into his jaw, causing him to whimper and cry out.

Through it all he felt the women rubbing their bodies against him, he even felt the hardness of one girl's nipples slide against his chest as she forced his jaw wide. Their soft pubic hair brushed against his thigh. The pain in his body was like a blackness that prevented anything else from occupying his mind, and yet he almost came in sexual climax right then. The closeness of the women, feeling their bodies against his, aroused him to a panic. He screamed, not from pain, but from frustration that he could not move, could not release his arms and take these women in his arms, throwing them to the ground and plunging him member deep inside them.

His hands throbbed in pain as his cock throbbed with desire.

Richard sobbed that night as the naked forms of Rai and Lasa came to him, and he watched as they made love before him, drinking of his pain to enhance their pleasure. When it came time he ejaculated into Lasa's hand, his muscles involuntarily contracting and spurting out viscous liquid, producing more semen than he had ever known was possible. Lasa pressed her hand between Rai's legs as they kissed passionately, massaging the liquid into the soft folds of her sex then deeper inside her body. The naked women finally fell to the ground just below Richard's agonized form as they wrapped arms and legs together in a straining, grunting, moaning lesbian heap of flesh.

Paulo watched each day as Richard hung from the cross on the other side of the clearing. Forced to eat and drink but unable to move, Richard simply excreted body fluids. Urine and feces collected on the ground below him, and in the evening sperm was forced from his agonized body as he hung helpless.

Knowing now that his fate was to be the same as Raul and Richard, once Richard died from abuse, shock and exposure, Paulo tried to get away. Yanking on the chain that held him, his ankles became bloody and infected. He had been urinating and defecating on the other side of the tree to separate himself from its disease and smell, but one day he tried eating and drinking it, thinking it might poison him and he could die. He was willing to die in any way rather than submit to being hung from a cross and used in the same way as Raul and Richard.

The Third Crucifixion

Paulo stopped looking at Richard after a few days. The poor man hung from the cross without moving except to twitch when he was bitten by a flying beetle or other pest. Paulo found his own mind slipping into a haze, a pattern marked by his throbbing erections whenever the women were present and malaise when they left.

His infected ankles caused a fever, and he became delirious. He no longer knew how often he masturbated, or when or what he ate. His awareness of the women was acute, for his cock rose and throbbed even before they entered the clearing.

Rai observed how Paulo was deteriorating and called Lasa, who examined the poor man laying naked on the ground. She barked orders, and an hour later several of the naked women came with a fix foot piece of timber. It was the same to which Raul had been nailed, the splinters and blood stains remained, and the site of this roused Paulo out of his delirium. He screamed and tried to fight as the women grabbed his arms. They were incredibly strong, and he was weak. Within a few minutes the girls had his wrists tied tightly to the ends of the wood beam.

As they tied Paulo's arms into their spread-out position, one of the women straddled his hips for a moment, her breasts dangling before his face, her soft vaginal flesh close, oh, so close to his hardened member. In spite of the fact they were crucifying him, he was driven to raise his head to her dangling breasts and managed to get one nipple into his mouth before the woman jerked away from him. His hips rose and fell, straining to force his cock between her legs, but the most he accomplished was to slide it part way between her buttocks.

Then beautiful woman rose from him and he found that his arms were spread wide and ankles tied to lengths of rope that ran behind him. The ropes on his wrists were so tight the pain was like a knife cutting into his flesh to the bone, and his hands were already swollen and turning black. But the women were not done with him.

Long, cruel spikes were brought out and shown to him. He knew what they were for, and he screamed and bucked uselessly. He jabbered and cried, begging for mercy, but the women simply gathered around observing his despair, laughing at his throbbing hardened cock that bobbed and wobbled where it stood at attention. The first nail was placed hard against his left wrist, piercing through his flesh just a bit. Then a heavy rock came down on the end of the nail, driving it deep within his flesh, spreading the radius and ulna apart, smashing and tearing tendons and muscles. The pain took a moment to register, and when it exploded into Paulo's consciousness he screamed louder and more panicked than ever. A second, a third, and a fourth blow tore more tendons and broke the bones, finally exiting the back of his forearm and driving deep into the wood.

Paulo foamed at the mouth, spittle forming from his constant screaming as the women turned their attention to his right wrist. The second spike was driven in to his wrist, and as the lightning pain surged through his arm to his shoulders Paulo saw two of the naked women watching his struggles and screams as their fingers reached down between each other's legs, slowly massaging and stimulating each other. This mutual masturbation is what he saw as he lost consciousness from the pain.

He wasn't unconscious that long, for he woke to his straining agonized body being lifted into the air as several of the women pulled on the rope attached to the cross beam. Each yank as they hoisted him up brought the pain in his arms and back to new peaks. He tried to scream but it was hard to breathe. The higher he was pulled, the more his legs were spread and pulled behind him. When they stopped pulling he dangled in the air with his genitals just at the level of Lasa's naked breasts. His cock had remained hard even when he was unconscious.

The women checked Paulo's suspended body to assure all was secure and then left the clearing. Paulo hung naked in the hot sun, pain wracking his body. As he suffered he looked across the clearing and saw Richard's reddened and emaciated body hanging opposite him. He was still alive as his erection was slowly descending, just as Paulo's was. Otherwise he simply hung, no longer fighting or struggling.

Paulo's body couldn't help but strain and struggle against the nails and ropes. The agony of his suspension was so severe he simply had to try and find a way to cope. Every movement, every slight position change simply brought more agony, but he had to try. He had trouble breathing, partly because of how is weight was concentrated on his shoulders and chest, and partly because of the searing agony that accompanied any movement at all.

There was nothing he could do but experience the pain. It flooded him, became him. He was an instrument of pain, a thing that existed in nothing but pain. Yet he was aware of all things around him. The bees that came and crawled on his flesh, stinging him at times. The drool that seeped from his mouth and trickled down his chin to drop on the dirt below. His bladder that filled slowly until the liquid forced itself out in a stream onto the ground. The flies that crawled over his eyes, mouth, ears, and made him itch, and itch he could not scratch.

It came time for the fire, and his turn to be milked of sperm. Almost the entire tribe of women came that night, just as the sun went down. They drank and laughed, touching the hard cocks of the two men and singing strange songs. Their dancing naked bodies were beautiful to watch; no woman had ever looked more enticing to Paulo than these naked women that moved their bodies and rubbed them together in sync with drums that rolled out a deep rhythm. His agony was doubled as he saw them rubbing, sliding between each other's legs, kissing, suckling, and finally falling to the ground in a mass orgy of female flesh. His agony was that he wanted them, wanted them more than anything in the world. He wanted to penetrate each one of them and leave his seed deep, deep inside them. It is all he wanted.

A pair of young women approached him. They could not stop touching each other, they were so enthralled with their love making. They kissed and suckled each other's breasts, moved their hands up and down their lean bodies and pressed together, Finally they managed to reach out, each using a hand to grab Paulo's throbbing member where he hung helpless before them. In spite of the agonizing pain in his upper body, he reacted and thrust his hips into their hands, hands that were slippery with wetness from the women's cunts. He pushed, helping them masturbate him, thrusting with their strokes. He came almost immediately, the climax spreading pleasures that almost dulled the pain in his wrists and shoulders for a few seconds.

His cock bounced as his seed spurt out into the girl's hands. The collected his semen, letting it fill their hands as they urged him to give more. When his cock simply bounced with contractions, dry contractions that carried no more sperm, they took his semen and slid their hands between each other's legs, falling to the ground in their sexual ecstasy as they impregnated each other with his donated body fluid.

Paulo's agony returned moments later and he screamed in pain just as the two girls screamed with the pleasure of orgasm below him.

The End

Richard had died many days before. Paulo couldn't tell whether he was dead when the women took him down and removed him from the cross; all he knew was that Richard's cock had stopped becoming hard when the women came close, and he no longer gave sperm. Paulo had been hanging from the cross, force fed and watered, for many, many days. It was all he remembered.

It must have been a long time, for several of the girls showed visible signs of pregnancy. It was obvious in these women, they were so lean and muscular their flat stomachs showed any sign of distention immediately.

Paulo knew he would probably die soon. Pain in his body had become a constant, all encompassing thing, from head to toe. His hands were dead, blackened and fixed in unmoving claws. Fevers had come and gone over the days. Sometimes he was hardly aware when the women, some very young, too young, had come and milked him of his sperm. It was obvious as well that his pain, his agony, his slow death, was part of their sexual ritual of rebirth and fertility.

As long as he continued to give sperm, he was still alive and would remain hanging in the clearing.

His head hung and he hardly opened his eyes, even when there was a commotion in the clearing early in the day. When he heard screams and strange voices he forced his head up and saw the men. Two of them.

Their presence hardly registered with him. He was not capable of rational thought, though for a moment his mind convinced him that these men had come to rescue him. His body shook briefly at the thought, causing a minor increase in the constant all encompassing agony that was what remind of his life. But then he saw the men were naked, and chained, just as he and Richard had been.

The new men were chained to trees. They struggled with so much energy, energy that was long gone for Paulo. These men were healthy and new.

It was nearly over for Paulo. He had more sperm to give, perhaps that night, for his cock stood out hard and ready with the presence of the girls in the clearing. But it wouldn't last, and when he could no longer cum into the their hands they would cut him down and throw him away. He would be replaced by one of these poor men, who had so little concept of the agony and misery that awaited them.

And ecstasy. Yes, each time these women took his forced his sperm out and milked him dry it was a kind of ecstasy that merged with the agony to create a climax greater than he had ever known. He would miss that when he was dead.

His head sunk down and he closed his eyes, waiting for the fire and the orgy that encompassed his only reason for continuing life, however brief.