I am taken roughly, moved over the cross. I begin struggling weakly, without thinking how useless it is. And it is useless. I am thrown over on my bac... on top of the cross. My protests and struggles are ignored as if I am a fly.I feel the the rough edges of the cross beams under me, pushing ridges in to my back and ass. My arms are pulled up roughly, and I see the sky above me, again, but with the faces of the executioners.Then, I see the nails. They have huge nails, spikes in their hands! This. Somethinginside of me rose up and I could see the same happening in Julie. Hereyes were of bedroom flavor, the same as mine, I assumed.She slid down, to my nether region. During all of this I probably shouldhave been concerned about my sudden growth, but in that moment, withJulie looking up at me with those beautiful eyes, I dived into pleasurelike a jumping fore long into a fantasy. Her fingers like gentle wavescaressing me and giving soft kisses. There wasn't any way for her to putmy lower. She unbuttoned my pants and slid her hand inside them and straightened it out, she slid her hand on down and cupped my balls then reached down with her other hand and started stroking my cock. I still didn't know what the fuck to think!, but at the same time, It felt so fucking good! cruising down the interstate on a warm summer night, no traffic with my Aunt Madeline stroking my hardon and gently kneading my balls in her hand. She leaned forward, " your bigger then I thought you would be!". Suddenly they could hear many footsteps scampering around the room and then twenty large candles were simultaneously lit around the perimeter of the room by people who quickly scurried away once they were lit. The young man and woman were standing in the center of the room on a raised marbled inlaid circle on the floor. They were now dressed in elegant deep purple robes trimmed in gold lace. A golden crown was embroidered upon the chest area of each of their robes. They wore mid arm length.