“God, I needed that hug,” Constance told him. “I love this space. It’s ... inspiring.”“I’d hoped it would be,” he said. It had a stark...ess to it. A rawness. Bare-boned. Only the ramped seating challenged him, what with the dancers within the audience. They had done the show in auditoriums, a raised stage and the audience seated on seats on the flat floor.“We can borrow fold out chairs,” said Simon, Freddy beside him nodding. “And build a platform towards the back. It’ll really work with the. Swanson; she was looking more brutish with each passing second. When she moved like a gorilla and followed me closely as I sat in my desk. I decided that the tarps where my best bet and retrieved them from my closet.I pulled the out and called for Mrs. Swanson; she obediently heeded my call and let me wrap her with the tarps. I tied them together with some old rope I had from a project I worked on last semester. There would be no fooling anyone if I had been caught so I had to move quickly. I. Rolling over and over and tangling in the sheets, we danced a dance of lust combined with desire and passion. She tore out my shirt buttons and in a flash that was out of my body and she placed her burning lips on my chest over my nipples and starting dangling with her tongue. This made me went crazy and my hands swept deeper under her skirt my fingers ready to explore the heavenly love hole. I can feel her panties going wet with juices flowing all over.This just gave a slight idea how thirsty. I screamed in brutal fury and they were hard pressed to even control my last free limb. They bent it into place, then drove the nail through my flesh and into the cross.My vision blurred and it wasn’t until they began to raise the cross that I began to understand the total cruelty of their torture. My body slid down the cross as I was hoisted upward, set upright. The thick cut rod between my legs suddenly bore my entire weight, driving deep into my sex. My swollen and cut labia were pinched.