Chapter 4
(Brenda makes her move)
The synchronism at the beginning of the show was slowly lost as each of them developed their own rhythm. They were pushing on their legs trying not to be impaled onto the dildos, but the most upright position they could reach did not permit them to have their legs straight, so they tired and they slowly relaxed and impaled themselves. Up to the moment when the dildo was too deep, and they pushed again. It must be exhausting I thought. Her body was covered in sweat from the effort. Each time she let herself be impaled deeper. I could only imagine how helpless she must feel. I imagined her horny and humiliated being displayed and fucked in the ass in public. I was in need to rub my thighs together!
After some time, she was fully seated on the dildo, but she continued her routine. Was she trying to fuck the dildo, it was so slow. However, I was wrong from the beginning. I needed more observation to understand. While sat on the dildo, they hanged from their wrists, and their breathing was difficult. They needed to get upright to breathe! But it was so exhausting that they couldn't keep that position too long so they fell down, and impaled themselves. It was so efficient!
I wanted to speak to her, but I understood speaking would be very difficult for her. I looked at her. There were tears in her eyes. Her muscles were drawn on her body. She was making a performance, I realized.
Twenty minutes had passed. Already their routines were more difficult. It was evident; some of them had difficulties pushing on their feet to breathe. Their movements were very difficult. On the other side, the black man was also in difficulties. I was surprised, they were not the ones I thought would end the first ones.
The 30 minutes limit hadn't passed when Stephanie shouted. Her babblings were unintelligible, but it was clear something was odd with her left leg. She used her right only, so when she pushed her movements were going on the left and were pulling on one arm. It was very difficult before, she was in real pain now!
"She has a cramp in her right leg," said one of the guards. He may have been right. I looked at her. The girl's agony from ten minutes ago seemed to have passed, or more exactly her state was stabilized,
The white man was the second one to get cramps and the black man followed. I was anxious. .
"I want to... "she began before falling onto the dildo, "...get down..." she continued on her next cycle.
All of you are getting the same pain, carry on!" I encouraged her as if she had any choice.
Most of the crucified had cramps ,they were in great pain, and I suspected that the doctor would order to bring them down soon. At first, I thought of her fighting her anal impalement. To be more exact she fought to control the speed of this unavoidable anal impalement. I was quite excited at the idea. Once again, I clamped my legs and thought about it. She was miserable on her cross, how could I envy her! I looked at her and the sex smell that came from her sex was unmistakable. She was miserable and horny, but from the way she was tied, clamping her legs was out of the question for her.
Her scents were strong. There was her wet sex, but also her sweat because riding a cross is an exhausting exercise. I began to kiss just the pubic area just over her slit. She froze in surprise, and the crowd cheered. I suppose the show was only her and I at that moment. I took advantage of her immobility and touched her clitoris from the tip of my tongue and she emitted a small noise, a nice noise of astonishment.
I went lower and began to lick along her slit. I collected her mixed juices on her lips. She emitted a kind of gurgling and I felt her pushing up on her legs. I felt the stress in her legs for her to rise. I looked up and saw how she was pulling on her arms. She had to pay for each movement. I admired her for that.
"Don't!" she said and fell down, impaling herself harshly on the dildo while sighing.
"You need this to fight the pain of the cramps..."She looked at me like I were an alien. Then I thought she was right. Sex could tire her.
"But don't hope to cum while on the cross" I added. And, I continued licking, slowly getting toward her clitoris. But each time she tensed and rose to breathe, I stopped and went back to the beginning. Little by little, I noticed she was moving her ass right and left and was pushing on both legs to stand. I looked at her: "Still cramped?" She shook her head in a way I interpreted as not so bad. I looked around and all the other coaches were looking at me, shocked, and then at Alejandra.
"Make me cum" she breathed before falling once again. I looked at her and said."Not yet."