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Crucifixion Game Show

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The host of the Game Show is Brenda Barns , she is 5 feet 10 inches tall with an hourglass figure, shoulder length brown hair . Her measurements are 36-25-36 with firm breasts.
Brenda is known for doing whatever it takes to get a job that she wants and is heading to meet the producers.
 
The Game Show
Chapter 1​

Story told from Brenda Barns point of view.

First off, I met Patrick , the Slavery Games CEO.

"Hi, Mister Saint James, could you explain to me what Slavery Games Ltd (SGL) is?"

. Well, Brenda, I would begin by explaining what SGL is not; if you permit it. SGL is not a Registered Slaver company."

"That means you cannot enslave people?"

"Well I don't like the 'enslave' word, but that's the idea. The Registered Slaver companies (RSCs) are the only ones the authorities allow to make a slave out of somebody. And we are not one of them. We work for them. Our job is to make volunteer-slavery popular."

"Perhaps we should explain the difference between 'volunteer' and 'legal' slavery, Mister Saint James, shouldn't we?"

"Of course, and please call me Patrick. Legal slavery is when a courthouse decides somebody would be a slave. This person is then assigned to a Registered Slaver Company, which trains it to become a slave. It concerns homelessness and bankruptcy, mainly. At the opposite, with volunteer slavery, the future slave chooses its Registered Slaver Company. It chooses when it becomes a slave."

"But you cannot choose how long you will be a slave?" I interrupted.

"Not yet. I hope the law will change because most volunteers ask for it. Nowadays, this choice is definitive."

"Why do Registered Slaver Companies want you to make volunteer-slavery popular?"

"Oh, volunteer slaves are easier to train. Legal ones are in denial period and fight against their training. Volunteers have passed that step."

"But why would someone volunteer to become a slave?" I asked.

"You have never wondered yourself?" Patrick launched. I blushed a little.

"No matter" he continued, "First of all, there are some that are about to become legal slaves. Becoming a volunteer slave would allow them some choices that legal slavery denies them. But there are also a lot of people for which freedom is boredom. In fact, they would prefer to have someone else decide for them. They would prefer not to be 'in charge'. But it is difficult to say, difficult to realize. Our society promotes being 'in charge'. Our games allow them to play at being a slave, and perhaps to choose to become one" Patrick explained. I was surprised to hear this.

"They choose to become a slave, or they lose?" I asked.

"It's the same! Losing is a way to choose to become a slave without having to say it!" I was shocked to hear that.

"The game you propose tomorrow is a crucifixion. Isn't that cruel?" I asked.

"Crucifixion has been a cruel death sentence. In our case, it is a game. First off, a doctor will be monitoring the players throughout the game. If their life is endangered, they are to be brought down. Second, all our gamers volunteered." He said playfully. From his face, I could tell he was enjoying the show in advance. Perhaps he was enjoying his benefice also.

"Do you think I could meet these people before the game?" I asked. How could someone volunteer for such a game? If he refused my request, I would be sure that the players did not volunteer.

"Of course, tomorrow's participants are in some of the cells below. You can meet them now. Of course, they may be scared, but you'll see that none of them has been forced to participate and perhaps they will convince you, He said in a smile.
 
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Chapter 2
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Brenda continues

"How many of them?"

"6, 3 men, and 3 women. The games will be played simultaneously, but each gender is a category in itself." He began. I looked at him for more information.

"The first of each gender to be brought down will be a slave, the last of each gender will be the winner and will get 10% off the slave sales." He smiled.

"Is that enough compared to the risk of becoming a slave?" I asked.

"But they are not here for the money. They want the thrill of having to fight. They want the risk of becoming a slave." He explained. I shivered at that thought. I found it exciting for the first time. I thought again 'losing is a way to become a slave without having to ask for it.'

"Technically they are not slaves already. But they are locked to feel like they were" He explained.

"And imagine tomorrow when they will be led to the place naked" He continued. I thought of myself being forced to walk naked in a crowd. I crossed my legs

"What happens to the middle person, the second to be brought down?" I asked.

"It depends on the delay between the people being brought down. You understand, otherwise once the first one would have given up, the others would have followed." He explained. I thought about the misery of waiting on the cross, to avoid being enslaved.

"What about meeting the participant girls?" I asked.

"Here we go!" he said, "Do you want to stay alone with each of them?"

I say No

I meet the men and women then proceed to the waiting room, he asks if I want to host the game show?

I say yes

He says be at the studio tomorrow morning at 9..........(to be continued)
 
Chapter 3​

Despite it being only 10:00 AM, many people were there to see the six people struggling on their crosses.
All of the guards were waiting next to the main door that would open to let the 'condemned' enter the 'arena'. On the soil were six beams, and on the other side of the place there were the six pillars. Three on one side, three on the other. And, between the pillars were the stocks in which the losers would wait for the winners to finish their time on their cross.

You've thought of everything!" I said to Patrick.

"No, I haven't but I have a clever team around me!" he replied as the main doors opened and the lorry went in. The back door opened, and they were there, sitting on benches with guards between them.

I thought the guards would be dressed as Roman soldiers, but no they weren't. Patrick's team chose a sober black outfit. The spectacle was not the guards, but the naked people they were escorting.Of course, the six of them were naked, and none of them was easy with that! I went to them. They had their hands cuffed in front of them.


Then two guards surrounded each of them, and their wrists were uncuffed. They had no time to notice that two other guards put a beam on the shoulders of each of them.

Whips were produced, but as soon as they heard that sound the prisoners began to walk around the place. They might have been prepared, as the men went on one side and the women on the other. Each group of three went along the border of the place, just in front of the crowd. The beams were heavy and their steps laboured. I looked at them. Some of them peered at the pillars. The others ignored them or tried to. It was the pillars they would hang from in a few minutes. There was some stress in the air.

'It's about to happen' I am thinking what it would feel like to walk along this place with a beam on my shoulders. How would it feel to be exposed, naked like that I kept on wondering. Like the previous day, I felt a nice heat in my crotch.


The two groups crossed at the opposite side of the place and went by the pillars again, turning around them. The guards stopped the prisoners and helped them to stand back towards a pillar. Ropes dangling from the top of the pillars were tied to the end of the beams. The guards pulled on them, and the beams raised. The guards pulled again, all of them at once, and the beams raised again, but this time, the condemners' feet left the soil. Some moans of pain were heard. The guards pulled again. The feet were trying to find a support on the slick pillars. One more pulling and another pair of guards came to each pillar and caught the feet to tie them to the pillars. They tied the ankle's, so the legs were bent and spread. Each of them was displayed and had no way to hide his or her genitals. It must be so humiliating I thought. The guards were fixing the beams to the pillars now.As I approached the pillar, I noticed holes on it. The guards were behind the pillar, then one held a female by the cheeks and the other pushed something through one of the holes below her crotch. It went out on the side she was hanging and it was bent upward. A large wooden dildo was right between her thighs. When the former guard let her cheeks drop her crotch fell onto it. She moved and tried to find a way to thread it in her sex, but the end of the dildo was too short. The only way was for her to let it impale her anus. She struggled to avoid it. She tried again to get it in her pussy, but it was not possible, and from all the moaning all around the place, all of them were facing the same dilemma!


One of the guards had a bottle of lube. He immediately applied some onto the large dildo and some onto her anus. She groaned and seemed to understand as she put her little opening onto the tip. I looked at her as she slowly let herself become impaled on it. I saw the muscular contraction in her legs, and I imagined the battle she was fighting. I had a look around, and all of them were in the same state of slowly opening their butt holes onto the dildos, grunting and moaning at the same time. I looked around the men sexes were erect. It was obvious; I couldn't look at anything else! Eventually, I turned back and was in front of a females opened pussy with the dildo half buried in her ass. The smell was revealing, and her folds were shiny! Was I as wet as she was? Well, I wouldn't have to bet!.................(to be continued)
 
Kathy said:
Chapter 3​

Eventually, I turned back and was in front of a females opened pussy with the dildo half buried in her ass. The smell was revealing, and her folds were shiny! Was I as wet as she was? Well, I wouldn't have to bet!.................(to be continued)
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Interesting scene, Kathy!!! But I've always known you to be a naughty girl!!!
 
Chapter 4
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(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."
 
Kathy said:
Chapter 4
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."
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Oh, Kathy just wants a turn on the cross!!!
 
Chapter 5
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I turn and see the black man , I walk to him and touch his erect cock then I knelt down in front of him. The male smell was empowering and I just touched him with my tongue. He moved it toward me. I close my hand around the shaft. Half of it arose from my hand. I lick the head and make him moan as I wrap my tongue around the head. I looked at him, and without hesitation pulled up my skirt and pushed my panties down.

I stepped over to him and had to stand on my tiptoes to take his hard cock inside me. I just slid on it and moaned in pleasure! He was so hard and thick. He moaned with me as he penetrated me deeply, hard and fast as instructed. I pushed on my toes and buried him deep inside me. I put my hand on his muscular body and pushed to rise onto his member and bounced up and down, again and again, moaning loudly in pleasure. I started to orgasm as he released his creamy load in my womb , I feel hands on my arms as two guards lift me off him ................to be continued.
 
Kathy said:
Chapter 5
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I turn and see the black man , I walk to him and touch his erect cock then I knelt down in front of him. The male smell was empowering and I just touched him with my tongue. He moved it toward me. I close my hand around the shaft. Half of it arose from my hand. I lick the head and make him moan as I wrap my tongue around the head. I looked at him, and without hesitation pulled up my skirt and pushed my panties down.

I stepped over to him and had to stand on my tiptoes to take his hard cock inside me. I just slid on it and moaned in pleasure! He was so hard and thick. He moaned with me as he penetrated me deeply, hard and fast as instructed. I pushed on my toes and buried him deep inside me. I put my hand on his muscular body and pushed to rise onto his member and bounced up and down, again and again, moaning loudly in pleasure. I started to orgasm as he released his creamy load in my womb , I feel hands on my arms as two guards lift me off him ................to be continued.
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I did not know, that there are Fluff-girls for the crucifixion. That was somewhat missing in the gospels. Anyone know if one can choose between fluff-girl and fluff-male? And what is the latin term for these? Peritum Cunilingae?
 
Kathy said:
Sorry , I don't know
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But you knew that type of people on the set? It may be due to this blue pills those professions were canceled. That is the problem of modern times, all the handycraft (well here mouthcraft) is replaced by technology such as chemistry or robots. So it is no longer fun to be a male pornstar: you have to threw in pills, instead of getting an old-fashioned blow job.
 
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