The Cross 

Rain in a fine mist tickles Tara's closed eyelids.  She slowly opens 
her eyes, gazing up at the churning clouds above.  Distant Pain 
intensifies her awareness of every detail around her.  Light breezes 
play on her naked skin, sending tingles and shivers up her spine.  
Gooseflesh ripples across her body like waves onto a stormy beach.  
The Pain is eternal so it seems.  It seems to course through her as if 
it were the very beat of her heart. Her eyes glance at the scene 
displayed around her.  The light of a large bonfire a few yards away 
reflects demons dancing in the pupils of her eyes.  Individuals near 
the fire gaze at her in their reveric bliss.  They circle her in 
trances brought about by the nearness of pain such as hers.  The pain 
of Death.  Her fingers are numb and cold, thier tingle barely reminds 
her of their existence.  She looks to the right to see her arm bound 
tightly with barbed wire to the wood of the cross at her back.  She 
winces slightly at the sight of the rain rinsing blood from the spike 
through her wrist.  Tara looks left to see the same thing done to her 
other arm.  She cries out in pain as she breaths in a little to deeply 
and the barbwire wrapping her body tightly to the cross cuts into her 
breasts and stomach, bringing yet more blood.  Her tears come quickly 
again as she drinks pain from every pore.  Barbwire encircling her 
pelvis cuts into the tender labia and anus with every quiver, and her 
legs like her arms,  so tightly bound she can feel only the tingles of 
her feet.  The large spike pinning both of her ankles to the cross is 
pain of such a magnitude, she can only imagine it has always been so, 
and always shall.  A trickle of blood seeps into her eyes from a crown 
of barbwire.  She knows not how she is here, or even who she is.  Pain 
is her only memory now.  The pain of Death approaching.  She wishes 
only that it could end as eternity is too long to wait.  Somewhere 
inside her she resists this, finds the strength to will against this 
ending.  Even as she grows angry and frustrated, she strains against 
the wire bind her to her death.  Its sharp talons rend into her skin 
and tear, but she pushes still.  The Wire cuts her stomach further and 
further as she writhes in her agonies.  Wiggling brings the barbs 
sharper now against the sensitive skin of her vagina and scorches her 
soul with pain unthinkable, yet still she writhes.  Her clitoris is 
now touched by the sharp barbs as she strains against the wire.  Her 
movements stimulate the tender organ as it is slowy impaled on sharp 
steel.  She bucks against the pain and stimulation as a near 
instantaneous orgasm rages through her dying body.  As it increases in 
intensity from her movment, she climaxes again as barbwire rips 
through the tender flesh of her breasts and into her belly allowing 
bit of glistening intestine to slip through the widening tears.  Her 
breathing is becoming labored as she looses blood.  She climaxes one 
final time before she collapses limp in her steel net of pain.  As the 
pleasure gives way to pain, so does life give way to death as her body 
simply dies.