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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.
This is just a story , not real
 
Couldn't resist to show the fluff-men again

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However the private TV stations will come with more shows:

The cuming without border: Groups of amateurs from different countries are crucified, while the colleagues try to get them "shooting"

I am a star take me down: Here different "celebrities" are crucified.

ECC: European crucifixion contest, thee people of every European country are crucified and the best group will be elected by a jury and a telephone vote. The winner country will organise that event the next year.

My crucifixion with 600lb: No comment needed.

The Batchelor: A man has to select from a group of female who he will Mary, the one not chosen is put one cross...

The Batchelorette: The same with female.

and naturally the normal quiz show starting with the crucified candidates who have to answer questions and are liberated piece by piece.

I am looking to much TV......
 
Chapter 6
"Stand here and quickly," said one guard, shaking his leather strap. The gesture was much more threatening than before. Despite a stomach tied in knots with fear, I knelt down and placed my head in the opening so he could close it.

Immobilized, I was not so badly installed. The holes were lined with felt and therefore were soft against my skin. Moreover, there was a brace below my belly.

My position reinforced my helplessness and made me very aware I was completely naked and exposed. And not just to be looked at but to be used too.

I felt fingers slipping between my thighs then a cock took me all the way. I was surprised how wet I was and then again by the cock stuffed into my mouth. Being used by two men , I tried to apply myself and use my tongue to help stimulate the one in my mouth.

It wasn't long before they came and unlike my usual lovers they simply left without a word and without any care for my burning need. The next just masturbated himself in front of me and I could do little but accept his cum on my face and that of his friends who followed. My humiliation was complete. Not only had they completely degraded me but all my friends and colleagues would see this. There would no doubt be a photographer and camera man recording my ordeal.

When the next cock was deep inside me I contracted my vagina to help him enjoy me. He wasn't that big but I could hear and feel that he appreciate my effort.

"Hey, she's a natural this one. So good."

"She's milking you! Lucky bastard. I'm having another go." His friend joked.

Next up was my ass.

"If you want me to lubricate, you have to be convincing darling, and think of calling me, sir. Everyone is sir to you. Now you're just a piece of shit" that was clear.

"Sir, take me in the ass. Please, sir!" I tried. He spread a little mixture of wet and sperm on my anus.

"That's better, but if you want more lubricant you need to keep talking dirty slut."

The other guards were laughing at my expense. This was only the beginning.

"Fuck me. Take me deep, like a bitch. Yes, sir." I understood the degrading game he wanted to play.

"I'm your whore. Yes, to fuck. I'm your toy. A bitch in heat. Thank you for fucking my ass, sir." It was one and then two fingers, and then deeper inside me. It was very humiliating but I love it. I had to accept that I loved being used like this in front of all these people.

I was enjoying being the center of attention and used like the slave I now was but I started to worry about how painful and raw my pussy and ass felt. The pounding just kept going and going , I think will this ever end..................................(to be continued)
 
Chapter 6
"Stand here and quickly," said one guard, shaking his leather strap. The gesture was much more threatening than before. Despite a stomach tied in knots with fear, I knelt down and placed my head in the opening so he could close it.

Immobilized, I was not so badly installed. The holes were lined with felt and therefore were soft against my skin. Moreover, there was a brace below my belly.

My position reinforced my helplessness and made me very aware I was completely naked and exposed. And not just to be looked at but to be used too.

I felt fingers slipping between my thighs then a cock took me all the way. I was surprised how wet I was and then again by the cock stuffed into my mouth. Being used by two men , I tried to apply myself and use my tongue to help stimulate the one in my mouth.

It wasn't long before they came and unlike my usual lovers they simply left without a word and without any care for my burning need. The next just masturbated himself in front of me and I could do little but accept his cum on my face and that of his friends who followed. My humiliation was complete. Not only had they completely degraded me but all my friends and colleagues would see this. There would no doubt be a photographer and camera man recording my ordeal.

When the next cock was deep inside me I contracted my vagina to help him enjoy me. He wasn't that big but I could hear and feel that he appreciate my effort.

"Hey, she's a natural this one. So good."

"She's milking you! Lucky bastard. I'm having another go." His friend joked.

Next up was my ass.

"If you want me to lubricate, you have to be convincing darling, and think of calling me, sir. Everyone is sir to you. Now you're just a piece of shit" that was clear.

"Sir, take me in the ass. Please, sir!" I tried. He spread a little mixture of wet and sperm on my anus.

"That's better, but if you want more lubricant you need to keep talking dirty slut."

The other guards were laughing at my expense. This was only the beginning.

"Fuck me. Take me deep, like a bitch. Yes, sir." I understood the degrading game he wanted to play.

"I'm your whore. Yes, to fuck. I'm your toy. A bitch in heat. Thank you for fucking my ass, sir." It was one and then two fingers, and then deeper inside me. It was very humiliating but I love it. I had to accept that I loved being used like this in front of all these people.

I was enjoying being the center of attention and used like the slave I now was but I started to worry about how painful and raw my pussy and ass felt. The pounding just kept going and going , I think will this ever end..................................(to be continued)
Best lubricant are her tears
 
Chapter 7
"Face the crowd. Hands behind your backs," ordered one guard. The tone was no longer as benevolent as it was during the opening of the show. I obeyed, and handcuffs closed on my wrists. It's hard to express my feeling of helplessness, and despair.

I voice came over the speakers , Brenda Barns the viewing audience was shocked by what you have done , they said a married mother of three should not be doing sex acts on live tv and that you should be punished , you will be taken to a cell and spend the night there , tomorrow you will be driven to a secret location where you will be nailed to a cross and suspended until dead, guards take her to her cell .................to be continued
 
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Chapter 8
The next morning Brenda Barns journey begins

The truck was not comfortable at all. I was naked with my wrists tied it was difficult to keep any holder. I didn't dare to look at the others. In fact, the men were in front of me. The journey seemed endless and yet I wasn't in a hurry for it to finish.

On arrival, two guards were assigned to help me get down. My wrists were briefly freed but only so my arms could be tied to the beam.

We are about to place the beam on your shoulders," a voice said. Then I felt the weight of the beam, and almost fell.

"It's quite heavy, but you'll manage," he said.

I heard the whip and looked in panic as to where it came from.

"Don't panic! Manage your beam's weight! Move." I did as I was told. The guard at my side helped me to get the direction, and I just had to walk under the beam. I straightened and saw the place, the crowd. I saw the poles! I pushed on something with my barefoot, but before I fell one of the guards helped me to keep my balance.

"That's good," he said, "carry on and don't look at the pillars. I kept walking. Breathing was difficult. It was about to be done. Then I saw the poles again, the path was long, and the beam heavy. I passed by men. I realized they were naked. I remembered the way and we were almost at the crucifixion site. I followed the paths. I had no choice with a guard on each side. The sound of the whip kept some stress on. We were still walking on the grass, but I felt lost. I searched for the poles with the eyes. Where are they? The guard moved my beam backwards, and I felt the pole in my back: 'My god, we've arrived!' I was in panic.

I just began to wonder what the guards were doing when they said: "We are about to raise you." They began to raise the beam that held me up. I was on the tip of my toes. "Tiptoes," a guard said. I looked at him anxiously trying not to think too much about the enormity of what was happening. He smiled. "Breathe now and hold on," he said. "You can do it." I complied and just concentrated on filling my lungs while I could.

It pulled on my arms. It hurt. I needed to do something, and I searched for support with my legs. I only found the pillar. I knew it was useless but I had to try anyway in an attempt to raise myself by pushing against the pole. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't breathe!

I felt hands at my legs. They were pushing me up. I could breathe again. I straighten my legs. "Relax then get down," they said. I complied and I felt them tie my ankles to the pole. I pushed again. But this time I couldn't straighten my legs. When I tried I pulled on my arms, upwards. It was painful to try to keep up so I fell down, hung again from my arms. I realized I was nude. I tried to close my legs. It was impossible. I was nude, shaved, exposed. I looked down. "Get up," the guards ordered, but I was unable to push up. My body moved to one side then the other. I felt the guards, hands on my bottom. They were keeping me up: it meant painless air: I breathed!

Then I felt a cold, slippery hand between my legs. It went to my ass. 'Oh my god, no. I'm being lubricated. It's for the dildo I will be impaled on!' I had almost forgotten that part!



"It's called a sedula, it will help you breathe but it has its own price," the guard said.

"Lower yourself onto it now," he advised. I didn't comply that time.

"Do it or it will be worse if you fall on it".

"Oh no," I tried to say, but I was already short on air, and I was getting tired.

I was desperate enough to breathe and remain free that I lowered myself onto the pole. I felt hands guiding me onto it. I really didn't want this. I didn't want it in my ass. But they pushed me down onto it.

"Don't fight it. It will go there anyway.

I was trying to sit down and relax as much as I could but I was so overwhelmed. Naked, spread on display and now being impaled. I felt it pushing into me. Saying I was miserable would be an understatement. I was in the 'up' position, and I still felt the thing against my anus. I could have cried and tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. Once again, I tried to sit down on it, accepting the full and wrong feeling as it entered me. My knees were bent, and I had not enough strength to keep the position. I had to move down, or up. Tears were leaking from my eyes but that was nothing compared to the pain from my arms and legs. I thought I would have been more humiliated by my position and imposed sodomy, but I needed to fight to stay free. I blocked out any thought about the people watching me and took as much of the pole as I could. It was so far in now that there was no way off it.

Once I sat on the dildo, the stress on my arms was lowered, but the pain at my tail-bone was higher.

I was able to reduce it by pulling on my arms and the pain moved to them. Of course, that relaxed position could not last long as to breathe I had to push on my legs. But as my knees were bent, the position was unbearable. So, I moved between these positions, being forced to slowly fuck myself in the ass on the sedula. (to be continued)
 
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Chapter 8
The next morning Brenda Barns journey begins

The truck was not comfortable at all. I was naked with my wrists tied it was difficult to keep any holder. I didn't dare to look at the others. In fact, the men were in front of me. The journey seemed endless and yet I wasn't in a hurry for it to finish.

On arrival, two guards were assigned to help me get down. My wrists were briefly freed but only so my arms could be tied to the beam.

We are about to place the beam on your shoulders," a voice said. Then I felt the weight of the beam, and almost fell.

"It's quite heavy, but you'll manage," he said.

I heard the whip and looked in panic as to where it came from.

"Don't panic! Manage your beam's weight! Move." I did as I was told. The guard at my side helped me to get the direction, and I just had to walk under the beam. I straightened and saw the place, the crowd. I saw the poles! I pushed on something with my barefoot, but before I fell one of the guards helped me to keep my balance.

"That's good," he said, "carry on and don't look at the pillars. I kept walking. Breathing was difficult. It was about to be done. Then I saw the poles again, the path was long, and the beam heavy. I passed by men. I realized they were naked. I remembered the way and we were almost at the crucifixion site. I followed the paths. I had no choice with a guard on each side. The sound of the whip kept some stress on. We were still walking on the grass, but I felt lost. I searched for the poles with the eyes. Where are they? The guard moved my beam backwards, and I felt the pole in my back: 'My god, we've arrived!' I was in panic.

I just began to wonder what the guards were doing when they said: "We are about to raise you." They began to raise the beam that held me up. I was on the tip of my toes. "Tiptoes," a guard said. I looked at him anxiously trying not to think too much about the enormity of what was happening. He smiled. "Breathe now and hold on," he said. "You can do it." I complied and just concentrated on filling my lungs while I could.

It pulled on my arms. It hurt. I needed to do something, and I searched for support with my legs. I only found the pillar. I knew it was useless but I had to try anyway in an attempt to raise myself by pushing against the pole. I couldn't breathe! I couldn't breathe!

I felt hands at my legs. They were pushing me up. I could breathe again. I straighten my legs. "Relax then get down," they said. I complied and I felt them tie my ankles to the pole. I pushed again. But this time I couldn't straighten my legs. When I tried I pulled on my arms, upwards. It was painful to try to keep up so I fell down, hung again from my arms. I realized I was nude. I tried to close my legs. It was impossible. I was nude, shaved, exposed. I looked down. "Get up," the guards ordered, but I was unable to push up. My body moved to one side then the other. I felt the guards, hands on my bottom. They were keeping me up: it meant painless air: I breathed!

Then I felt a cold, slippery hand between my legs. It went to my ass. 'Oh my god, no. I'm being lubricated. It's for the dildo I will be impaled on!' I had almost forgotten that part!



"It's called a sedula, it will help you breathe but it has its own price," the guard said.

"Lower yourself onto it now," he advised. I didn't comply that time.

"Do it or it will be worse if you fall on it".

"Oh no," I tried to say, but I was already short on air, and I was getting tired.

I was desperate enough to breathe and remain free that I lowered myself onto the pole. I felt hands guiding me onto it. I really didn't want this. I didn't want it in my ass. But they pushed me down onto it.

"Don't fight it. It will go there anyway.

I was trying to sit down and relax as much as I could but I was so overwhelmed. Naked, spread on display and now being impaled. I felt it pushing into me. Saying I was miserable would be an understatement. I was in the 'up' position, and I still felt the thing against my anus. I could have cried and tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. Once again, I tried to sit down on it, accepting the full and wrong feeling as it entered me. My knees were bent, and I had not enough strength to keep the position. I had to move down, or up. Tears were leaking from my eyes but that was nothing compared to the pain from my arms and legs. I thought I would have been more humiliated by my position and imposed sodomy, but I needed to fight to stay free. I blocked out any thought about the people watching me and took as much of the pole as I could. It was so far in now that there was no way off it.

Once I sat on the dildo, the stress on my arms was lowered, but the pain at my tail-bone was higher.

I was able to reduce it by pulling on my arms and the pain moved to them. Of course, that relaxed position could not last long as to breathe I had to push on my legs. But as my knees were bent, the position was unbearable. So, I moved between these positions, being forced to slowly fuck myself in the ass on the sedula. (to be continued)
Being told to lower yourself onto the sedile to avoid even greater pain is just so hot Kathy!
 
Chapter 9
The sedula stopped me from falling on one side or the other like I did before I had it. Second, as I moved it stimulated different parts of my anus. I hadn't realized I could feel anything but pain and discomfort from there. I moaned as I was getting a little pleasure in my sea of pain.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked. I nodded my head and he gave me small sips of water.

He only let me drink when I was in the high position I couldn't take the cup with my hands tied and spread. I drank but some of the liquid spilled onto my chest and then along my naked body, exposed to the crowd. It was frightening but also arousing to see how excited the people watching had become. Many of the men were erect and touching themselves but the most powerful thing was seeing the raw excitement in the eyes of everyone watching.


The sedula was finally quite pleasant, but once again I had no control over anything and was subject to my need to breathe and my failing physical strength.

If the pain in my legs, and in my arms, had not already made me cry, this intense frustration would have done it. I hadn't realized how intense the mental and emotional challenges would be. Hung there like meat I realized how naïve I'd been and just had to hope I would be free to learn from this.

I must seem stupid or naive. I was expecting humiliation and it was there. I was expecting the pain and it was there. I wasn't expecting this frustration.

I also knew it was only the beginning and it would get worse.

I wanted to move and I was forcing my arms but to little effect.

I was forcing my legs, becoming aware of my open position, I felt offered.

Suddenly I realized: I was excited!

My breasts were tight, my sex was soaking wet . The dildo was between my buttocks but I wanted it in my sex. I wanted to be made to come naked and exposed as I was in front of all these people.

They were all there watching me slowly choke and were clearly enjoying my suffering . Were these voyeurs, these agents of my humiliation aware of my desire for sex at that moment? Could they sense how wildly aroused I was? (to be continued)
 
Chapter 9
The sedula stopped me from falling on one side or the other like I did before I had it. Second, as I moved it stimulated different parts of my anus. I hadn't realized I could feel anything but pain and discomfort from there. I moaned as I was getting a little pleasure in my sea of pain.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked. I nodded my head and he gave me small sips of water.

He only let me drink when I was in the high position I couldn't take the cup with my hands tied and spread. I drank but some of the liquid spilled onto my chest and then along my naked body, exposed to the crowd. It was frightening but also arousing to see how excited the people watching had become. Many of the men were erect and touching themselves but the most powerful thing was seeing the raw excitement in the eyes of everyone watching.


The sedula was finally quite pleasant, but once again I had no control over anything and was subject to my need to breathe and my failing physical strength.

If the pain in my legs, and in my arms, had not already made me cry, this intense frustration would have done it. I hadn't realized how intense the mental and emotional challenges would be. Hung there like meat I realized how naïve I'd been and just had to hope I would be free to learn from this.

I must seem stupid or naive. I was expecting humiliation and it was there. I was expecting the pain and it was there. I wasn't expecting this frustration.

I also knew it was only the beginning and it would get worse.

I wanted to move and I was forcing my arms but to little effect.

I was forcing my legs, becoming aware of my open position, I felt offered.

Suddenly I realized: I was excited!

My breasts were tight, my sex was soaking wet . The dildo was between my buttocks but I wanted it in my sex. I wanted to be made to come naked and exposed as I was in front of all these people.

They were all there watching me slowly choke and were clearly enjoying my suffering . Were these voyeurs, these agents of my humiliation aware of my desire for sex at that moment? Could they sense how wildly aroused I was? (to be continued)
What an exquisite position for Kathy... how would you feel if your urethra was stretched and plugged along with your sex ... oh the delicious agonies that could create!

I am loving the suffering Kathy ...
 
Chapter 9
The sedula stopped me from falling on one side or the other like I did before I had it. Second, as I moved it stimulated different parts of my anus. I hadn't realized I could feel anything but pain and discomfort from there. I moaned as I was getting a little pleasure in my sea of pain.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked. I nodded my head and he gave me small sips of water.

He only let me drink when I was in the high position I couldn't take the cup with my hands tied and spread. I drank but some of the liquid spilled onto my chest and then along my naked body, exposed to the crowd. It was frightening but also arousing to see how excited the people watching had become. Many of the men were erect and touching themselves but the most powerful thing was seeing the raw excitement in the eyes of everyone watching.


The sedula was finally quite pleasant, but once again I had no control over anything and was subject to my need to breathe and my failing physical strength.

If the pain in my legs, and in my arms, had not already made me cry, this intense frustration would have done it. I hadn't realized how intense the mental and emotional challenges would be. Hung there like meat I realized how naïve I'd been and just had to hope I would be free to learn from this.

I must seem stupid or naive. I was expecting humiliation and it was there. I was expecting the pain and it was there. I wasn't expecting this frustration.

I also knew it was only the beginning and it would get worse.

I wanted to move and I was forcing my arms but to little effect.

I was forcing my legs, becoming aware of my open position, I felt offered.

Suddenly I realized: I was excited!

My breasts were tight, my sex was soaking wet . The dildo was between my buttocks but I wanted it in my sex. I wanted to be made to come naked and exposed as I was in front of all these people.

They were all there watching me slowly choke and were clearly enjoying my suffering . Were these voyeurs, these agents of my humiliation aware of my desire for sex at that moment? Could they sense how wildly aroused I was? (to be continued)
Very good Kathy!
 
Chapter 10
I look and see two guards walking towards me , one of them carrying a ladder , He places it upright on my cross and climbs up , the other guard passes him a hammer and spike , he nails my wrist to the cross then the other , climbs down and then nails my feet.
I felt so sick I thought I was going to throw up. I've never been more scared in my life. For a second I just completely froze and even stopped breathing.I was all the way down, unable to push on my legs, unable to breathe.
Somehow, I pushed again. It was reflex. And then I succeeded in lifting my butt. It was hard, but I went up, and I could breathe! Wow. I fell back enormously relieved.I could no longer hold the high position and my descent became inevitable. The sedula took advantage of each fall to take me more violently and it felt like it was tearing me each time. I was hoping I could make my rest last, but since I was taking less air, I had to do it more often. I was really starting to struggle.
A new sensation, I pushed up.

"You need to let go and pee. It's okay Just let go. You have to keep fighting. said one of the guards I fell down and I could no longer hold it. I felt warm urine flowing down my legs. I know the end is near , I look skyward and a vulture circles , he will pick the flesh from my bones soon , I take my last breath.

Meanwhile back at the studio the producers have a meeting to hire a new host for the Crux game show

The End
 
Meanwhile back at the studio the producers have a meeting to hire a new host for the Crux game show
I hope they get someone completely useless! They deserve it!

But well done on a great tale, Kathy!!!!! :clapping::clapping::clapping::clapping:
 
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