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\nThe Crucifixion of Leanne

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\nThis is a story featuring my\nslave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I\nhave not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to\nread them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when\nI have completed writing the stories):

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\nPlaying with Leanne I

\nPlaying with Leanne II:\nTweezers

\nPlaying with Leanne III:\nRed Hot Needles

\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe\nWord

\nLeanne’s O Fantasy

\nThe Crucifixion of Leanne

\nLeanne Sacrifices Her Clit

\nLeanne Moves In

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\nSome of the tales do not\nreally feature in a chronological order, because some of the events\noverlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are\ndetailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the\ncorrect chronology. \n

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\nLeanne the Latex Nun

\nReading to Leanne / Leanne\nReading

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The\nCrucifixion of Leanne

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DO\nNOT TRY THIS AT HOME!

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\nOne day my busty, branded sub\nslut, Leanne, came to me, and told me that she wanted to be\ncrucified. I should say that Leanne is not only a masochist, but is\nalso highly religious. I know that she reads up on how figures in the\nhistory of the Christian church have been martyred, and that, in her\nfantasies, she imagines those punishments being inflicted on her. But\nthis was the first time that she had asked for any of them.

\n “You want to be killed?”\nI asked. That wasn’t going to happen. I might be a cruel master,\nbut I was not a psychopath. I had no desire to kill anybody.

\n “No, Master Crowley.”\nLeanne said. She was naked, and kneeling before me. Her hands were\nbehind her back, with thumb cuffs joining her hands together. There\nwere strings of white sperm on her face, the result of the fellatio\nwhich I had just enjoyed, as I stood looming over Leanne while she\nhad used her skilled mouth on my hard cock. The sperm would dry on\nher face. I never let her wipe it off. There were many times I had\ndismissed herself from my presence with my drying spunk still on her\nface, making her go home like that. \n

\n “I want to be crucified,\nbut I want to live.” Leanne continued. “I want to know what\ncrucifixion was like. I want to feel long nails hammered through my\nhands and feet.”

\n “Hammering nails through\nyour hands is not going to work.” I said. “Your weight would\nsimply pull your hands free of the nails. The nails would have to go\nthrough your wrists.”

\n My mind, as I spoke those\nwords, was already working out how it might be done. I had a large\nestate, with high walls, behind my house. I could erect a cross in my\ngrounds. I would have to keep an eye on Leanne, and take her down if\nit looked like she was losing unconsciousness, as I had no desire to\nbe prosecuted for murder. But it could be done. She would have to be\ngagged, of course, if we were playing outside. But it could be done.\nAnd I had a desire to see Leanne suffer in cruel ways.

\n “Yes, Master.” Leanne\nsaid.

\n Other details of what I\ncould do occurred to me.

\n “You will be on the cross\nall day.” I said. “I will take you down at sunset, or when you\nlose consciousness, whichever comes first. It will be done during the\nsummer, when it is nice and warm. You will need to have an enema and\nto be free of all fluids when you are on the cross, as there will be\nno toilet breaks. You will be gagged. There will be no mercy.”

\n “Thank you, Master.”\nLeanne said. Her eyes were shining. I could see that the idea really\nturned her on. I tousled her short, dark hair, and smiled down at my\nwilling victim.

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\nIt took some time to get hold\nof a wooden cross. I had to build it myself, in the end, and I am no\ncarpenter. I got it right on the second attempt. To make things\ninteresting, I fitted the cross with a sedile, where I judged that\nher crotch would be. I made the edge of the sedile sharp, being at an\nacute angle. I didn’t want Leanne to get bored, of course.

\n Summer 2022 everything was\nready for Leanne’s crucifixion. I kept note of the weather\npredictions. I wasn’t going to put her up if it was going to pour\ndown with rain. As it was Leanne’s crucifixion took place on one of\nthe warmest days of the year.

\n I told Leanne the day\nbefore to be at my estate half an hour before dawn. She was there,\nknocking on my door, before the sun rose up into the sky. \n

\n Leanne is in her thirties,\nbut she still has a little puppy fat, if I’m being kind (and I\nrarely am). It’s better than her being too thin, anyway. She has a\nRubenesque form. Her extra weight does mean that when she is on a\nSpanish horse, for example, she really suffers. And that turns me on.

\n “Get naked.” I said,\nonce Leanne was in my house. Leanne was wearing a long, thin coat and\nshoes. She kicked off her shoes and coat. She was naked underneath.\nHer pussy, which I ordered to keep shaven, was already wet. I could\nsmell her arousal. She also looked scared, as well she should be.\nThis was going to be an endurance session unlike anything she had yet\nsuffered.

\n I took the medals off her,\nunlocking them from the rings in her cunt. I thought that they might\nget in the way.

\n I led her out into my\ngrounds. It had once been an orchard at the back of my house. The\nwalls were high, and none of my neighbours could see into the place.\nI led Leanne to where I had dug a deep hole in the ground. A wooden\ncross lay behind it. There was rope, and a hammer and nails there, as\nwell. I had also fashioned a crown of thorns, with the help of a\nhawthorn bush which grew at the back of the orchard. There was a\nshort step ladder. There was a metal skewer. And, finally, there was\na cloth gag which I hoped would muffle Leanne’s screams, as I\ndidn’t want the police turning up.

\n “Do it.” Leanne said,\nbefore I had the chance to ask her if she really wanted to go through\nthis. I’m not some psycho who forces people into non-consensual\nstuff.

\n “Lie down on the cross\nand spread your arms.” I said. I was beginning to get aroused. I\nhad never crucified anybody before, although I’d read a few short\nstories about the activity. \n

\n Leanne was eager, although\nshe did look scared. She lay down on the cross, and spread her arms\nacross the crosspiece. Her naked cunt was a little above the sedile.

\n I decided to do her feet\nfirst.

\n “Bend your legs, and lay\nthe sole of your feet flat against the wood.” I said. Her eyes now\na little wild Leanne did just that. I had fixed a wooden projection\ninto the cross, which she could push against when the cross was\nerect, so that she would not be sitting on the sedile. I picked up\nthe hammer and a long, steel nail (iron might have been more\ntraditional but might have caused an infection). Then I remembered to\ngag Leanne. \n

\n “Last chance to back\nout.” I said. But she shook her head. I put a wad of cloth in her\nmouth, and tied more cloth tightly over her mouth, keeping it in\nplace. Leanne always looks sexy with a gag in her mouth. I would have\nused a red plastic gag, but they didn’t have them in the time of\nChrist. This had to be as accurate as possible, I knew, to furl her\nmartyrdom fantasies.

\n I picked up a nail and the\nhammer again. I’d used my workshop to make sure that the point of\nthe nail was very sharp, so that it would go in quickly. I place the\npoint of the nail against her foot. I hammered down as hard as I\ncould. Leanne shrieked into her gag. She still sounded loud. But I\nwas far enough away from any other houses – I hoped – that my\nneighbours would not hear.

\n I carried on hammering\nuntil the head of the nail pressed into the flesh of Leanne’s foot.\nHer eyes had rolled back into her head. Her breathing was very\nshallow, as she absorbed the pain. I wondered just what was going\nthrough her mind at the moment. Did she fantasise that she was back\nin the Roman Empire? I’d have to ask her afterwards.

\n I did the other foot. Then\nI moved on to her arms. I tied rope tightly around her arms and the\ncrossbeam, to help support her, as I was still worried that her\nweight might pull her off the nails. I tied rope at her wrists and\nher elbows. It was only then that I hammered the nails through her\nwrists, being very careful not to hit any veins or arteries. A dead\nLeanne would be hard to explain. The police would not believe that\nthe crucifixion had been consensual.

\n Leanne screamed into the\ngag with every strike of the hammer. I feared that she might faint.\nBut she managed to stay conscious.

\n Next came the hard thing\n(for me) – manoeuvring the cross into the hole in the ground. I\nslid the cross so that the bottom end was over the hall. Then I went\nto the end near Leanne’s head and slowly raised it. As it went\nupright it went down into the hole. I held it upright as, with the\nother hand, I shovelled earth back into the hole. Leanne was already\nmoaning. But if I didn’t get the earth back in, and tamped down\ntight, then the cross wouldn’t stay erect. It would either list at\nan angle or fall over, which neither of us wanted. But I managed to\nkeep the cross erect. I stamped down the earth as best I could. The\ncross looked pretty firm, and no wind was predicted, according to the\nweather report.

\n Leanne was pushing up with\nher feet / pulling up with her arms, to keep her cunt off the sharp\nsedile (the sedile being the reason I had taken her medals off). But\nI knew that she would flag later. Her cunt would rest painfully on\nthe sedile. But it would help her not die from suffocation. Well,\nthat was the plan.

\n There was one more thing to\ndo. I set up the stepladder next to the cross, picked up the crown of\nthorns, and put it on Leanne’s head. I made sure that the thorns\npricked her skin. Then I went to have my breakfast.

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\nI returned to Leanne after\nbreakfast. I had a wet sponge in my hands, and a bottle of sun cream.\nLeanne was suffering enough. No point in giving her skin cancer as\nwell. \n

\n I had great fun lathering\nthe sun cream all over her naked body. By the time that I had\nfinished her skin was glistening, and my cock was hard. I would have\nloved to cut her down just then and fuck her in the arse. But this\nwas her scene, and I had to respect it. She was to be up for the\nwhole day, or until she fainted, whichever came first. \n

\n I heard her whispering\nprayers to herself, as she gazed off into the distance. Whatever she\nwas seeing, it was not me and my garden. She did not ask to be taken\ndown. She simply endured being up on the cross.

\n Eventually, hours into her\nordeal (but not yet sunset) her head dropped.

\n “Leanne?” I asked.\nThere was no reply. I got her down immediately. Thankfully she was\nstill breathing. I hadn’t accidentally killed my slave, which was a\nbig relief.

\n I managed to bring her\naround. I gave her a lot of water to drink, and helped her into my\nhome. Somehow she staggered into my downstairs lounge. She was too\nweak, though, to go upstairs, otherwise I would have put her in the\nsoftness of my double bed. I put her on my leather sofa instead,\nwhere she stayed for the next day and a half, slowly building up her\nstrength.

\n She claimed that, towards\nthe end of her crucifixion, that she had had a religious experience,\nand that she had seen the light of Heaven. I didn’t argue with her.\nI wasn’t going to argue with her about religious things. But if she\nwanted to think that she had seen Heaven, that was fine with me. Just\nas long as she didn’t end up going there. I didn’t want to spend\nthe rest of my life in prison.

\n Leanne actually thanked me\nbefore she finally went home. I didn’t tell her, but I had already\ndecided that one crucifixion was enough. I was going to torture her\nflesh until the end of the world. But things like crucifixion,\nhanging, and so on, were simply too dangerous for real life.

\n After Leanne had gone, I\ndid wonder just what extreme request she would have for me in the\nfuture.

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\nThe End \n

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