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In a situation like this, one easily looks for straws of hope. When hope dwindles, one still thinks of the best of the worst.

The best of the worst would be now, that we had been captured by some revolutionaries. Because revolutionaries are, after all, still politicians! When they take hostages, they need them to serve their goals. Killing them is the last possible option, since they know it would not serve their case.
But we had not heard yet any political statement, explaining why we had been taken prisoner. The kind of statement that explains for what purpose of their struggle we were captured, and why us? I could have lived that I was a member of a society of capitalist pigs that were responsible for some sort of repression and exploitation of who knows what kind of people. Even if I was not a ‘capitalist’ in the sense of the word, I just made myself a good living at home, no more, no less, but even my modest standard of life would likely look to exuberant for our captors, who probably needed a year work to earn what I got in a week or less. So, clearly, a capitalist pig (OK, the pig is negotiable, considering my weird dark fantasies, but I am not going to reveal them here).
Instead, it would become worse! I became aware that I would end up in the very roots of capitalism : slave trade! Trading captive humans for forced work! Men and women sold as property!

We would be sold as slaves. We got prepared by a necklace connected to our wrists by a chain. We got explained that we will be sold one by one, presented to candidate buyers, who will inspect us. Then the bidding will begin.

My companions and me are terrified, about what awaits us! Pira mentions something about stage fright! Right on the nail he is! Damn! I even got scared I will perform badly for my ‘audience!’

Pirates enter the tent where we wait! With whips, they drive their ‘cattle’ to the market.
We got up! It is really a stage ; a wooden platform, we climb by steps. And then we stand in the open, naked, chained, ready to be sold! Naked, exposed to people who want us as their property! Something I never imagined that could happen to me, that could still exist!
There are many people on the square. It try not to look at them, but I see many Middle East type men, with Middle East type moustaches and Middle East type headgear. Also several women in burka.

Kathy goes first!
She has to undergo a humiliating body inspection, touched by men and women, forces to present her private parts! The way they treat her makes me angry! I am on the verge to protest, but I realize this would not help anyone!
The bidding goes fast! Kathy is finally sold at two women in burka, which had previously touched her.
“Bitches!” I want to shout.

Then goes Messaline! She is sold to an Arab as a belly dancer. Strange! She has always been fond of it, now it becomes reality for her.

Judith! Again demeaning inspection, then she refuses something she was forced to do, apparently with Pira. She is threatened with whipping. Pira intervenes! Both are rudely removed. The sale is suspended.

Then, it is announced that Pira and Judith are no longer for sale. For their rebellion, they will be publically crucified in the afternoon!
The sale goes on! And there is only one left, that is me! I am presented forward! Here I stand, for sale on a slave market, somewhere far away from civilization. I feel bad about Pira and Judith! And about me! At least, Pira has done something! I had to step forward for Kathy, or Messa! I did not!
I am presented to the buyers and have to do the same humiliating acts as my companions. Suddenly, a woman in a burka rushes to the stage and grabs my dick. It looks like see is one of those who bought Kathy, but with a burka, one is never sure, of course! She starts simulating me until I got an erection (a little bit embarrassing, in public, although my anger helps) and then utters something that resounds like, approval.

The bidding begins! I never had such trembling legs since the time I awaited exam results at school! The bidding is short! I am sold to those ball-grabbing burka bitches! The same who bought Kathy, that is at least a little bit good news.

But deep inside, I do not belong here! I belonged to a cross, next to Pira and Judith! I will survive them, but I got the feeling that, all my remaining life, worse than being in slavery, will be the thought that I had behaved as a coward on the selling platform!
 
In a situation like this, one easily looks for straws of hope. When hope dwindles, one still thinks of the best of the worst.

The best of the worst would be now, that we had been captured by some revolutionaries. Because revolutionaries are, after all, still politicians! When they take hostages, they need them to serve their goals. Killing them is the last possible option, since they know it would not serve their case.
But we had not heard yet any political statement, explaining why we had been taken prisoner. The kind of statement that explains for what purpose of their struggle we were captured, and why us? I could have lived that I was a member of a society of capitalist pigs that were responsible for some sort of repression and exploitation of who knows what kind of people. Even if I was not a ‘capitalist’ in the sense of the word, I just made myself a good living at home, no more, no less, but even my modest standard of life would likely look to exuberant for our captors, who probably needed a year work to earn what I got in a week or less. So, clearly, a capitalist pig (OK, the pig is negotiable, considering my weird dark fantasies, but I am not going to reveal them here).
Instead, it would become worse! I became aware that I would end up in the very roots of capitalism : slave trade! Trading captive humans for forced work! Men and women sold as property!

We would be sold as slaves. We got prepared by a necklace connected to our wrists by a chain. We got explained that we will be sold one by one, presented to candidate buyers, who will inspect us. Then the bidding will begin.

My companions and me are terrified, about what awaits us! Pira mentions something about stage fright! Right on the nail he is! Damn! I even got scared I will perform badly for my ‘audience!’

Pirates enter the tent where we wait! With whips, they drive their ‘cattle’ to the market.
We got up! It is really a stage ; a wooden platform, we climb by steps. And then we stand in the open, naked, chained, ready to be sold! Naked, exposed to people who want us as their property! Something I never imagined that could happen to me, that could still exist!
There are many people on the square. It try not to look at them, but I see many Middle East type men, with Middle East type moustaches and Middle East type headgear. Also several women in burka.

Kathy goes first!
She has to undergo a humiliating body inspection, touched by men and women, forces to present her private parts! The way they treat her makes me angry! I am on the verge to protest, but I realize this would not help anyone!
The bidding goes fast! Kathy is finally sold at two women in burka, which had previously touched her.
“Bitches!” I want to shout.

Then goes Messaline! She is sold to an Arab as a belly dancer. Strange! She has always been fond of it, now it becomes reality for her.

Judith! Again demeaning inspection, then she refuses something she was forced to do, apparently with Pira. She is threatened with whipping. Pira intervenes! Both are rudely removed. The sale is suspended.

Then, it is announced that Pira and Judith are no longer for sale. For their rebellion, they will be publically crucified in the afternoon!
The sale goes on! And there is only one left, that is me! I am presented forward! Here I stand, for sale on a slave market, somewhere far away from civilization. I feel bad about Pira and Judith! And about me! At least, Pira has done something! I had to step forward for Kathy, or Messa! I did not!
I am presented to the buyers and have to do the same humiliating acts as my companions. Suddenly, a woman in a burka rushes to the stage and grabs my dick. It looks like see is one of those who bought Kathy, but with a burka, one is never sure, of course! She starts simulating me until I got an erection (a little bit embarrassing, in public, although my anger helps) and then utters something that resounds like, approval.

The bidding begins! I never had such trembling legs since the time I awaited exam results at school! The bidding is short! I am sold to those ball-grabbing burka bitches! The same who bought Kathy, that is at least a little bit good news.

But deep inside, I do not belong here! I belonged to a cross, next to Pira and Judith! I will survive them, but I got the feeling that, all my remaining life, worse than being in slavery, will be the thought that I had behaved as a coward on the selling platform!

A nice combination of slavery and crucifixion. It makes you wonder how each one will be treated with their choice of where they want to go
 
Just Kathy !

So here we are sold Lox and me to these two mysterious women in burka!

I was really excited when I was asked to show myself on this stage and, in fact, I think that deep within myself long ago that I hoped to become a sex slave, obliged to to obey in every respect a master or a mistress, to be entirely submissive to him, to accept all his desires and to be no more than a thing belonging to him!
The idea of this sale and this exhibition was for me an important sexual fantasy and, advancing naked in front of these people, leaning to make them discover all my privacy, I approached the orgasm.
The finger that the woman in burka introduced into my pussy opened the tap of the fountain of my lower abdomen, I dripping.

After learning the real identity of my buyers, I was a little disappointed but happy to know that my friends had one last chance to get by!

In fact, they tell us that the hours that followed were crucial and risky!

It was not impossible that some of us would never see the sun rise again.

I did not know this world of secret agents, but when I saw Eulalia rushing to the stage to give Lox a saving erection, I realized that these women were ready for anything and that we had to trust them completely.
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So here we are Lox and I a little less naked and invited to participate in the last chance intervention for Pira, Judith and Messa!

Our role is simple!
We sleep on the ground at the first shot and especially do not interfere with the professional.

Such a situation, I have never lived it! I'm scared because I do not have in me the genes of a woman of action, I much prefer to undergo and especially sexually.

Finally, since I have to, I'll try to be up to it, hoping that my friends will be saved and we'll all be safe.
 
A little bit less naked, finally, I wonder what nasty future those two burka penguins are planning with us.

But then, Kathy tells me something unbelievable! These burkas hide secret agents, sent to rescue us!

They will try to rescue Pira, Messa and Judith too! We got brief but clear instructions! When hell will burst out, we simply got to duck, flat on the ground, and wait!

I suggest they give me a machine gun (are they hiding an arsenal of weapons under that burka?), so I could give covering fire. My request is boldly denied!
“Then, maybe I could…” I say.
“No, Lox, whatever it is, you wouldn’t” Kathy orders me. She knows me!

So, are these two women planning to take up the rescue the two of them, against a one to twenty superiority of manpower? Or is the 7th cavalry waiting to charge behind the corners of the square?
 
Just Barbara

Two out of five is not bad with the little money we were given to intervene but I think it is not enough!

This Kathy and Loxuru were really surprised when we told them who we really were and intervened directly and asked us to do everything possible for their friends.

Since our mission must succeed and it will be completed only when all the living hostages are released, we guarantee them that we will do our utmost.

We must at all costs prevent both crucifixions and remove the other hostage sold to this emir.
It's weird, this Frenchwoman had on one side the happy air of her position as a slave belly dancer and another absolutely devastated by the future crucifixion of her friend and the Belgian!

How to do ?

We talked about it with Eulalia and the only way to succeed is action in strength and surprise.

Eulalia thinks the best time to intervene is during flogging and I tend to think like her!

We must have our four guards at strategic points and be ready to get rid of our garb, this damn burka, under which we will hide our weapons.

At one against three or four, the game is very risky but it is the only way to reach our goals.

Eula and I are determined to intervene even though it costs us.

Risk is our job and it's not the first time I'm close to death and I hope it will not be the last.
 
Eulalia

We've managed to save this Canadian and the German but I do not consider our mission as successful.
A taste of too little remains in my mouth!

We have to intervene but we two, Barbara and I, and our four companions, although armed to the teeth, seem to me a little too few to be able to release the hostages successfully when we know that these pirates are certainly three times more numerous that we are.

Barbara and I are going to have a discussion to see if we can find an idea to try an approach that would not be suicidal, but would allow us to prevent the crucifixion of the two hostages, and achieve the liberation of all the captives.

I think the perfect time would be during the flogging.The pirates and the public would be spellbound by the show, and it would allow us to enjoy the effect of surprise.

In the tent that was assigned to us, the first thing we did was to explain the situation to our two freed slaves and convince them to play the game to the end so that nobody would suspect our real identity. We covered them to hide their nakedness but left their chains.

The pirates must not suspect anything, we must let them believe that we are indeed buyers of slaves! We have already given them the $ 150,000 for our purchases.

One fact is certain, we will risk our life but it is our job. Few secret agents end their days in bed. We must act quickly or we will not be able to prevent both crucifixions.
 
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Chapter 7

Kathy, Messaline and Loxuru sold as slaves, Maria impaled and Judith and I who will be crucified, this holiday will have really turned to drama, to mortal drama!

Why did Judith refuse to suck me when she had done it a few hours earlier when we were in the pond?
The fact that it was in front of an audience or, perhaps, was because her Messaline had just been sold and she thought she had lost her forever!

The fact is there, we are both naked waiting for our hundred lashes.

The others are still there, Kathy and Lox's nudity is hidden by a gown but they still have their collar connected to their wrists by chains, their new mistresses, always under their burka accompany them.
Messaline, meanwhile, has been dressed like a dancer for a thousand and one nights and is no longer hindered by any connection.

Two poles have been planted and are waiting for our naked bodies for the flogging to begin.

One hundred lashes is huge!
And which whip are they going to use?
One to mark us or one to destroy us and then nail us half dead on our cross?
So here we are attached to these damned stakes!
Two giants advance a classic and non-destructive seven-strap whip!
They certainly want to keep us in relative shape to tackle the cross.

Here we go!
The first shot hits me in the lower back and makes me pitch up!
Judith suffers the same spell and her screams tear my ears!
Peruning, our tormentors vary the blows ensuring that our bodies are covered everywhere with red stripes.

The eighth blow is coming and my whip raises his arm!
Shots erupt and it collapses at the same time as the judith executor.

I turn my head, there are no more women in burkas but two Lara Croft style warriors, in shorts and armed to the teeth .

Their shots are accurate and some pirates are already biting the dust.

Recovered from their surprise, the kidnappers defend themselves better than well and two of the women's guards are quickly shot!

Judith and I are huddled against our poles hoping not to be hit by a stray bullet.
Our friends are all flat on their stomachs like most spectators.

One of the women is shot in the shoulder and, despite everything, a knee in the ground continues to machine-gun the pirates .

Their other two guards are also quickly eliminated.

The second woman also collapses while holding her leg!

Directly, a dozen pirates disarm them and master them.

The shooting did not last five minutes.

People get up and, directly, the leader of the pirates speaks!

We've been betrayed, rolled by these women!
They're going to pay for our dead friends!

Without more ceremony or delicacy, they are stripped naked and chained.

What will be their fate and ours?
Kathy and Lox, properties of these women are grouped with them.
The only one of our group not to be worried is Messa, well protected by her emir.

I believe that our last hope of liberation has just flown away.
 
I think I have an extraordinary chance!

The emir who bought me just now looks really nice!
It is not a sadist who would have bought me for sexual purposes but simply a belly dancing fan producing shows throughout the Middle East and who was looking for a French, blonde to make it new star of his shows!

My dream ... :rolleyes::rolleyes::rolleyes:

After explaining all this to me in perfect French, he made me free from my chains and made me dress in a suit that I should wear regularly from now on given my new situation.

For me, everything became perfect, one of my dreams came true and I was bought by a charming man who did not even have any inappropriate gesture towards me.

Alas! There was Judith and Pira!

Judith, the love of my life that was going to be crucified with Pira in a few moments!

I asked my new master if he could not intervene on their behalf and also for Kathy and Lox with the pirates?

Unfortunately, he told me that the decisions made by our kidnappers could not be discussed and that intervening could bring him and me to join them on a cross!

For Kathy and Lox, he would try to talk to the two buyers but he had little hope.

He gave me permission to pay a last tribute to my friends when they were erected on their cross.

My poor Judith, the love of my life, you'll die naked on a cross for refusing to suck a man!
I told you to accept everything and you might have been here with me, starting for a new life together.
My heart is bleeding but, unfortunately, I can not do anything to prevent these sadists from performing you.
You are and will remain forever in my heart!

My master comes back from the women's burka tent and what he tells me cheers me up, cheers me up!

We must act as if we did not know everything, but these women are in fact secret agents sent to save us.
They trusted my master and we put in the confidence!

But why these women want to save us ? All my life, I was dreaming to be a belly'dancer and more, when it could arrive,(and in the oriental world, not in Europe !) they're coming to break my deepest dream !
Is it not possible that when they'll deliver my Judith, she could come with me , not like a belly dancer (she doesn't know alas, but like a maid, to help me in my preparation of my baths, my outfits for the show ... ?
..... hum, and we could profite of some wonderful moments that only women can have together ...

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... and perhaps that, from time to time, she could bring some pleasure to our Master ...

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They will intervene to prevent the crucifixion and we must simply shelter as much as possible and pray that they succeed.

The suspense is rising, the coming hours will be crucial. I hope everything will go well .
 
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Chapter 7

Kathy, Messaline and Loxuru sold as slaves, Maria impaled and Judith and I who will be crucified, this holiday will have really turned to drama, to mortal drama!

Why did Judith refuse to suck me when she had done it a few hours earlier when we were in the pond?
The fact that it was in front of an audience or, perhaps, was because her Messaline had just been sold and she thought she had lost her forever!

The fact is there, we are both naked waiting for our hundred lashes.

The others are still there, Kathy and Lox's nudity is hidden by a gown but they still have their collar connected to their wrists by chains, their new mistresses, always under their burka accompany them.
Messaline, meanwhile, has been dressed like a dancer for a thousand and one nights and is no longer hindered by any connection.

Two poles have been planted and are waiting for our naked bodies for the flogging to begin.

One hundred lashes is huge!
And which whip are they going to use?
One to mark us or one to destroy us and then nail us half dead on our cross?
So here we are attached to these damned stakes!
Two giants advance a classic and non-destructive seven-strap whip!
They certainly want to keep us in relative shape to tackle the cross.

Here we go!
The first shot hits me in the lower back and makes me pitch up!
Judith suffers the same spell and her screams tear my ears!
Peruning, our tormentors vary the blows ensuring that our bodies are covered everywhere with red stripes.

The eighth blow is coming and my whip raises his arm!
Shots erupt and it collapses at the same time as the judith executor.

I turn my head, there are no more women in burkas but two Lara Croft style warriors, in shorts and armed to the teeth .

Their shots are accurate and some pirates are already biting the dust.

Recovered from their surprise, the kidnappers defend themselves better than well and two of the women's guards are quickly shot!

Judith and I are huddled against our poles hoping not to be hit by a stray bullet.
Our friends are all flat on their stomachs like most spectators.

One of the women is shot in the shoulder and, despite everything, a knee in the ground continues to machine-gun the pirates .

Their other two guards are also quickly eliminated.

The second woman also collapses while holding her leg!

Directly, a dozen pirates disarm them and master them.

The shooting did not last five minutes.

People get up and, directly, the leader of the pirates speaks!

We've been betrayed, rolled by these women!
They're going to pay for our dead friends!

Without more ceremony or delicacy, they are stripped naked and chained.

What will be their fate and ours?
Kathy and Lox, properties of these women are grouped with them.
The only one of our group not to be worried is Messa, well protected by her emir.

I believe that our last hope of liberation has just flown away.
Notice : due to a bad manipulation, I couldn't post the following comment at its place : so, read it before this one ...
#49 before #48 ...
 
The two secret agents had planned their assault when Pra and Judith would get their flogging, previous to their crucifixion!

They got each tied to a pole and then will get hunderd lashes! Hunderd!

The flogging starts. The two victims soon get a hard time.

What are our liberators waiting for? Pira and Judith must still be fit to escape!

At last I hear firing! I see our buyers, now without burka, are shooting at the pirates. As ordered Kathy and me lay down. The fire exchange is confusing! Who is shooting on who? Are there more to liberate us? People scream of pain, of panic! I hope Judith and Pira will not be hit by a stray bullit, since they cannot duck!

The shooting fades out! I hear shouts of victory, and I notice they are in the pirate's language. I lift my eyes.

"Damn!" I see the two women are captured by the pirates, and immediately get stripped naked.
"What is it?" Kathy asked.
"They got caugh!" I say.
"Oh no! What are we going to do now?" she asks.
"Perhaps, we could run!" I say.
"Where to?"

But there is no more escape. Pirates have surrounded us already!
"Up, you two!"

Violently, we are gathered with our captured liberators.
 
I told you! Give me an M-16 too, and we could have taken them into a deadly cross-fire (oops! pun!).:confused::rambo::para:

Perhaps, but ...you see ... going by the book ... that is the SOE and CIA rules of engagement ... one doesn’t share weaponry with just anyone. So ... well ... what can I say? Tough luck for all of us. We’re about to pay the price. Face up to it everyone. This is not going to be pleasant.
 
Perhaps, but ...you see ... going by the book ... that is the SOE and CIA rules of engagement ... one doesn’t share weaponry with just anyone. So ... well ... what can I say? Tough luck for all of us. We’re about to pay the price. Face up to it everyone. This is not going to be pleasant.
"Perhaps, there is a judicial way out for Kathy and me! Since those two foreign agents have legally purchased us, we legally belong to them. But since they have been arrested now for commiting violence, perhaps this property is forfeited, meaning, Kathy and me are free? Is there a lawyer around to confirm this? Perhaps, court will have to rule it out! Anyway, that's the way it would go in a civilised society, is not it? And you are pirates and slave traders, but I presume you are civilised pirates and slave traders, right!? So, I object that you keep us prisoners for any longer!"

"Sure, Mister Loxuru, We are civilised pirates and slave traders!"

"Aha!, So..!?"

"Objection overruled! Case dismissed!"

:(
 
Chapter 8


The fifteen corpses lying on the ground are taken away and, immediately after, we are released Judith and me to be replaced by the other four tied two by two to the posts.

We are dragged on the platform where two crosses are lying waiting for us.

I think they will not continue the flogging and they want to put us directly on the cross.

Judith is the first to lie on her cross!
Directly, three of the pirates hold her in position while a fourth poses the point of a nail on his right wrist and, without hesitation, pushes it with his heavy hammer and fixes it on her patibulum.
Judith screams and cries, imploring her executioners to stop but they directly nail her left wrist.
Judith struggles, her legs move in all directions, giving viewers a total view of her privacy.

I see Messa, in tears, helplessly watching the calvary of her beloved.

The torturers then attack her feet which are attached by his ankles on both sides of his post.
Judith can moan, shout, beg, she is definitely united to her cross.

I do not move, I am like paralyzed by Judith,
I imagine her pain knowing that soon, I will find myself in the same situation as she, in the same torment, the same suffering.

And the pirates do not drag, force me to lie down on my cross and begin to nail me.
My two wrists are quickly fixed, the head of two huge nails studs exceed my forearms!
The pain is unbearable and I scream as they do the same thing to my feet.
I know that now the few hours that will last my life, I will spend on this cursed cross in infinite suffering, unimaginable.

In my pain, I hear the cries of the four others who are very cruelly whipped.
I can not see them but I imagine them, huddled together, feeling their flesh torn by the lashes.

Come then the very painful test of the erection of our crosses!

The pain is intolerable and the shock caused by the fall of our crosses in the anchor hole sends us discharges throughout the body, from the arms to the feet through our breasts, our stomachs and our sexes.

Our cries to Judith and me must be heard very far but our ordeal is just beginning, the real pains will begin soon and will stop only with our death that will come, I hope, as soon as possible.

The pain of shock having calmed down a bit, I twist my cross to find the most comfortable position, the least painful!
But alas, on the cross there is no comfortable position!
The weight of my body rests on my feet and then the pain makes me grow, straighten up, rear up and transfer this suffering in my arms, the terrible pain is constant, without any moment of remission.

Judith, barely a yard from me performs the same dance as me!
We are united in this infinite pain that leads us to our end.

I notice that four pointed piles were planted just in front of the platform!
They are probably waiting for my friends!
I understand the fate reserved for them, they will be impaled right in front of us.

Their luck, if we can call it luck, is that they will suffer less than us!

Their pain will not last as long as ours, the relief of death will come faster for them.
 
Barbara

What a shooting!
Everything had started well, everything was going as planned!

The torturers of Judith and Pira were quickly eliminated and several other pirates had already been killed but the more they were killed, the more they seemed.

Our four men were to quickly eliminated and Eula and I were soon overwhelmed by their numbers.

A bullet hit my left thigh and the pain made me fall and drop my weapon.

Thus diminished and disarmed, pirates jumped on me and forced me to lie on the ground.

I saw that Eula had been touched too but was still shooting.
It did not last long and she too was quickly mastered.

The hostages had not been touched and I saw that Judith and Pira were being taken to the platform.

The pirates, after stripping us, took us to the posts with Kathy and Lox.

Chained two by two to these damned stakes, lashes began to reach us.
It was only cries of pain, ours whenever the leather straps reached us and those of Judith and Pira we were more than likely busy nailing to their cross.

Messalina, well protected by her emir, was the only one to suffer no harm and certainly to be saved.

We, after this quickly aborted intervention, can no longer see a happy ending to our history.

What was going to be our fate?

In what atrocious suffering were we going to die?

We will soon know! Our end is very close.
 
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