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Passion Play of Marika

Marika closed her eyes as her "torturers" took off her tunic. She kicked off her previously untied sandals. She trembled with emotion. She was really naked and defenseless. Humiliated. Disgraced. Dehumanized. There was an applause and whistles from the crowd, although for now all they could see was her back and bottom.

Marika tried to calm her breathing. It's not real - it's just a Passion Play. And nudity is a part of an actress's job, as she understood it. But, of course, a theater performance is a bit different than an outdoor performance in front of a crowd of random spectators and passers-by, so she had to have some time to get used to the situation. But she was given no time.

She lifted up and stretched out her hands, which were tied to the ropes hooked to the doors of the cathedral. Scenes from the life of the Messiah were carved on the decorative reliefs covering the doors. In front of her, she saw panels with scenes of scourging and crowning with thorns. She looked at these bas-reliefs, waiting for the whips to fall on her back and buttocks. She shuddered, biting her lip as the first blow landed, but made no sound.

The flogging was moderately severe and, of course, did not resemble real Roman scourging, from which sometimes the condemned died even without further torture. The whip was made of thin strings, not thick leather straps, and was loaded only with knots. But the convict's nakedness during the flogging was real and complete. And straight after the flogging for the "Ecce Homo" scene she had a crown of thorns placed on her head and a titulus hung on her neck, and she was presented to the crowd shrieking "Crucify her! Crucify!" She was surprised if not shocked. She agreed that some parts of the show would be improvised by the "torturers", but she didn't expected that no mantle would be given to her during this scene. They didn't put her own clothes on her too, because she wasn't ordered to go anywhere farther with the beam. She was supposed to be nailed to wood here - and immediately afterwards. The spectacle was organized in one place and the cross, designed to really safely lift the body of the volunteer nailed to it, was too heavy to be carried and the beam was glued and screwed to the post in order to meet strict safety conditions, so the condemned woman was not to carry it. The cross laid ready, waiting for her, placed diagonally on the steps of the cathedral, which allowed the faithful gathered in the square to watch the execution with no obstacles.

So, Marika laid down on the cross and looked at the crowd of thousands gathered in the square. Although she knew what she had decided on, now she felt a sudden desire to cover her private parts with her hands, at least for a moment. She did it instinctively. She tried hard to hold back her fear. Now the part of the show that she feared the most was about to begin, because even though she had volunteered, she had no idea how much pain she would now have to endure.

Two "torturers" with hammers and nails in their hands knelt on both sides of the beam and Marika obediently spreaded her hands, which they pressed to the beam. The woman felt cold nail blades pressed against her wrists. And then the choir began the passion song and the hammers fell.

The condemned woman's screamed of pain, drowned out even the voices of the choristers for a moment, and thenher scream turned into a long wail. Several quick hammer blows pierced the woman's wrists and the nail points penetrated the flesh, bones and wood, immobilizing her hands. But the nails were also long and solid, for safety, and there were still a few inches of their shanks left to drive.

Now the third man approached her feet and, with the same rapid series of blows, drove a third, even longer nail into her midfeet, ignoring her screams.

Only now did the hammering of the nails to the proper depth begin. Slowly, with not very strong blows, the three torturers hit the heads of their nails one by one: left hand, right hand, feet, left hand, right, feet... Every two seconds, the square resounded with the sound of a hammer hitting a nail and a woman's muffled moan. Marika writhed in terrible pain. Torn by pain from three sides at the same time, she felt an effect she had not anticipated at all. The pain from her hands seemed to flow down her arms and concentrate in her breasts, and from her feet it flowed up her thighs to her groin and lower abdomen. Even though she felt terrible and was close to vomiting as she heard the grating of nails on bone and felt the jolts of pain, at the same time, against her will, her body was overcome with sexual excitement that was close to orgasm. The breasts hardened and the vulva swelled, revealing moist labia.

She squeezed her thighs to hide these embarrassing symptoms from onlookers. Unfortunately, it didn't do much, and as she heard the chatter of voices, she realized that the audience had noticed it too, and that it was amusing them. Purple with shame, feeling more debased than aroused, at that moment she dreamed of a heart attack that would free her from the rest of the show. But she was a young, healthy woman and could not count on any heart attack or stroke. And she was a pretty, attractive woman, exposed full naked, so she couldn't cope with her body's involuntary sexual reactions.

Finally the heads of the nails touched the surface of her skin. The hammering was finished. The "chief tormentor" looked at Marika questioningly. She was breathing hard and fast, shuddering until her breasts bounced. She nodded, unable to speak: you can continue.

She closed her eyes again, slowly trying to overwhelm the pain and dread. But she felt nearly choked with fear. She was fully aware that it was only a prelude, and now the real execution would begin - she felt so defenceless and frightened of the cruelty of the torment that she shivered and chattered her teeth, as if her naked body had been exposed to the frost rather than the heat of the sun.

The cross was lifted up and fixed vertical. Marika opened her eyes full of tears and saw hundreds and hundreds of people looking at her. The imaginable pain took away her control and despite herself, she begun to dance, assuming various indecent body positions, pushing out her breasts and sticking out her vulva, sobbing and wailing, and she was unable to keep her knees pressed together. At the same time, the more she felt ashamed and desired to hide her nakedness, knowing at the same time that it was completely impossible, the more she felt a growing arousal. And the more she focused on fighting the arousal, the more she felt aroused. Finally the painful tingling between her legs forced her to spread her knees and push her hips forward, weeping and moaning with pain and shame while the streamlet of urine trickled down and the crowd went crazy seeing her such humiliated.

Shaking her head she continued to lift up and lower her body in a painful dance, scrubbing her buttocks against the wood. Her heavy breasts, with their nipples still sticking out in excitement, bounced and swayed with every movement. An excruciating pain forced her to dance constantly without pausing, though the horrible painful cramps begun to grip her overworked muscles. But all the time the feeling of shame and humiliation

The choir was still singing a passion song. Half-dead Marika hoped that her show would end soon after the choir finished singing. She was right, however she was not familiar with the medieval religious poetry. So, she didn't know that they were singing the longest survived Latin passion poem, containing of 78 stanzas. And right now they were singing the 23rd.

Half an hour later, when she was offered a posca and pierced with a fake spear, she was totally exhausted and nearly dead for real.

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Marika closed her eyes as her "torturers" took off her tunic. She kicked off her previously untied sandals. She trembled with emotion. She was really naked and defenseless. Humiliated. Disgraced. Dehumanized. There was an applause and whistles from the crowd, although for now all they could see was her back and bottom.



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I thought she was in trouble when I saw the halo on her head... but I think it is a window behind her...
 
I love these modern re-enactments!

So, Marika laid down on the cross and looked at the crowd of thousands gathered in the square. Although she knew what she had decided on, now she felt a sudden desire to cover her private parts with her hands, at least for a moment. She did it instinctively.

The moment has come, and her instinctive reaction adds authenticity to the scene. Deep inside Marika is hungry for what is to come!

The pain from her hands seemed to flow down her arms and concentrate in her breasts, and from her feet it flowed up her thighs to her groin and lower abdomen. . . . . her body was overcome with sexual excitement that was close to orgasm. The breasts hardened and the vulva swelled, revealing moist labia.

She squeezed her thighs to hide these embarrassing symptoms from onlookers. Unfortunately, it didn't do much, and as she heard the chatter of voices, she realized that the audience had noticed it too, and that it was amusing them.

What? You thought attendance at these plays was a devotional act? They are here for one thing, to see the exposure, degradation and suffering of this young actress.

The cross was lifted up and fixed vertical. Marika opened her eyes full of tears and saw hundreds and hundreds of people looking at her. The imaginable pain took away her control and despite herself, she begun to dance, assuming various indecent body positions, pushing out her breasts and sticking out her vulva, sobbing and wailing, and she was unable to keep her knees pressed together. At the same time, the more she felt ashamed and desired to hide her nakedness, knowing at the same time that it was completely impossible, the more she felt a growing arousal. And the more she focused on fighting the arousal, the more she felt aroused. Finally the painful tingling between her legs forced her to spread her knees and push her hips forward, weeping and moaning with pain and shame while the streamlet of urine trickled down and the crowd went crazy seeing her such humiliated.

Remember, she chose this, she volunteered for this. What we are seeing is the total exposure of Marika's desires and lusts, her desire to be debased in public, made to suffer like a criminal.

Shaking her head she continued to lift up and lower her body in a painful dance, scrubbing her buttocks against the wood. Her heavy breasts, with their nipples still sticking out in excitement, bounced and swayed with every movement. An excruciating pain forced her to dance constantly without pausing, though the horrible painful cramps begun to grip her overworked muscles. But all the time the feeling of shame and humiliation

Her body is no longer hers, it belongs to the audience. Marika is along for the ride, every twitch and sway, every cramp and thrust of her tortured limbs is beyond her control. She can only endure, and wait for the end. Part of her desperately wants it to end, and part of her . . . well, let us say she will remember this experience for the rest of her life

The choir was still singing a passion song.

The music must add something surreal to the experience, I'd love to see a video with audio but I think that is beyond even your skills Andyman.
 
Well, you are right, it is rather beyond my skills and beyond this forum limits to add music, but maybe you can listen some passion song in the background while viewing my sketches.

I can suggest the following Polish medieval/renaissance passion songs available on YT:



and especially this one, in slightly "Jewish" musical adaptation:


Imagining this kind of music mixed with the heartbreaking screams of the woman dying with pain gives me chills.

I hope the access to these files is not regionally restricted and you will be able to listen to them.
 
Great story. One wonders how much Marika is acting while hanging nailed to the cross. What runs through her mind as the spectators seem to enjoy her suffering....
yes, this question also came to my mind... what thoughts are in the head of the Messiah Woman, who brought the Truth and the Word of God to this World... and now She is nailed naked to the cross and suddenly... IT TURNS OUT THAT SHE IS EXCITED BY HER OWN CRUCIFIXION!! Yes, so her hardened nipples stick out on Her magnificent breasts
 
Thanks a lot!
Few explanations:
- The description in the post with part 1 of the sketches covers the whole show.
- This time it is a story of a volunteer trying to impersonate the Messiah but fully aware that it is only a theater, she is not really responsible for taking away the sins of her people.
- I did my best to translate my thoughts verbatim into English but the complicated and detailed clarifications in English are slightly above my level too, so I cannot expand the story ever more. In fact I prefer to reduce the quantity of the text if only possible.
 
Thanks a lot!

- I did my best to translate my thoughts verbatim into English but the complicated and detailed clarifications in English are slightly above my level too, so I cannot expand the story ever more. In fact I prefer to reduce the quantity of the text if only possible.
You did fine. It is an excellent set!!!
 
The door opened and a middle-aged man entered the hall and stopped in surprise to see no fewer than twelve women sitting or standing around the door of his studio.

"Good morning, ladies! I am Smith. George Watson Smith, the director. I'm very sorry I'm late, but there was an accident on the route... Please come inside!", he added, opening the door with the remote control.

Putting their smartphones in their purses and pockets and fixing their hair, a group of women and girls entered the room. The casting organizer closed the door behind them and showed them chairs lined up against the wall.

"Thank you very much for coming. It's nice to meet you! I didn't expect such a large group, but it makes me even happier. I understand that you have read the regulations and the specification of requirements...? That's perfect!"

The man took the last chair in the row and placed it in front of the women sitting a few meters away, so that everyone could clearly see and hear each other.

"So, are you ladies willing to take part as extras... or rather supporting actresses in our film? Because I must admit that the game will require a lot of acting. Especially simulating pain. Can you do it?"

The women all looked at the thirty-something businesswoman in a yellow jacket with her hair in a ponytail, who they clearly recognized as the leader of the group.

"During the fifteen minutes we were waiting for you, sir, we managed to discuss most of the requirements and decided that we had very similar opinions. Therefore, we decided that on the issues on which we agree, I will answer for the entire group. This will make the conversation more efficient, I think. My name is Luise, Luise Perkins."

"Thank you, Mrs Perkins!"

"Call me Luise, please"

"Okay, thank you, dear Luise. So, back to the topic, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes," said Luise, "we have reviewed previous adaptations of Quo Vadis and we all believe that some scenes crucial to the proper understanding of Nero's atrocities were not properly recreated... and we are ready to correct this."

"So you agree, my ladies... to be hanged on the crosses in the arena?"

"Yes," Luise repeated, "and we agree that this scene must go on much longer and show much, er, well, more intensely, the disgrace and torment suffered by our unfortunate predecessors."

"Thank you. I'm really delighted! Now, ladies, have you thought about your stage outfits? A certain degree of body exposure will be necessary, although, I must admit, what I would like most is for at least a few of you to decide to show off... well, at least filmed from the side... if you understand me..."

"Please, don't worry. Nine of the twelve of us agreed to perform the crucifixion scene in a historically correct way."

"You meant... naked?"

"Exactly. Only Thelma, Marian and Susan ask to cover the lower abdomen with a bouquet of flowers or a small cloth. Grete, Aphrodite and Rachel agreed to play naked but with no frontal shoots if not necessary, at least no close-ups... And as for me and five of my friends here - we agree to be filmed from any distance and from any angle, including full frontal nudity or any anatomical details. Stand up, darlings - this is Elsa, 18, this is Helen, 41, this is Anna Beatrix, 27, and sisters: Wendy and Maggie, 20 and 24. And me - I'm 33 years old, which is exactly how old Christ was when he was crucified... which helped me make the decision, I think.", smiled Luise.

"Wow! I'm really impressed!" the man jumped up from his chair and shook the hands of the six women standing in front of him one by one. "Won't you really be ashamed, ladies?"

Before Luise could answer, he snapped his fingers and added quickly:
"Oh, one more thing! It's important. The assembly manager pesters me to ask you if you have any large piercings or modern tattoos? Although these can of course be removed in the post-production process, it would be much cheaper to avoid them."

"I think he is right, you shall know this. Wait a minute, sir!"

Luise looked at the other friends and they all responded with a nod and a smile and... begun to undress. A minute later, six completely naked women stood in front of the surprised Mr. Smith.

"Please come closer and look at what you want and from which side you want. We can also lie down or do any gymnastic exercise... Is that enough as an answer for you?"

"O-of course," said the director, unable to recover from the feeling. He gently walked around the group, looking carefully.

"Tattoos can't be seen, piercings can't be seen, earrings can be removed. Excellent!"

"So, please take a look at us too," added one of the other women, and after a while the other six also stood naked in front of the director. Only Susan, Marian and Thelma were covering their lower abdomens with their hands.

The director repeated the inspection and started applauding with delight.

"Wonderful! And I see Elsa, Maggie, Wendy and Helen have the natural hair unshaved... it's really great!"

One of the women, aged around 40, who had previously been covering her crotch, sighed and lowered her hands, revealing her lush pubic hair.

"Eh, I have nothing to be ashamed of either. You can film me however you want, after all, it's not about me making things difficult for your filmmakers."

Her neighbours, a twenty-few years old tall, pretty Sudanese and a short busty American blonde of 20, looked at one another and repeated the same gesture, lowering her arms freely along her body, uncovering their bushy pubic mounds.

"Okay. Let it be. You can count us too, Mr Smith", mumbled the black-skinned beauty.

"And if you want one or two of us to be raped", added Luise, "you can use Margaret and Helen".

"But wouldn't their husbands mind this kind of treatment of their wives on stage?" asked the director skeptically.

"Of course they would! So you'll just take their husbands into this scene and dress them up as soldiers! The important thing is to finally make a decent film that will show it all properly!", added Luise, and Mr. Smith fell into his chair in shock, wiping his forehead.

"It's amazing... wonderful... I never expected such a success...!"

He took a few deep breaths to regain his balance and then remembered that he had not received an answer to the question he had asked at the very beginning.

"Oh, sorry, I nearly forgot. What about simulating suffering? You understand, ladies, a poor performance in this area can ruin the whole idea, so..."

"It doesn't make any sense for us to simulate something neither of us has ever seen before. It certainly wouldn't be convincing!" said Luise.

"Well, you are right, but in this case what do you suggest? We have no other option, I suppose. The post-production will be extremely difficult..."

"It can be easy done", smiled Luise. "Please, simply nail us to the crosses with real nails and then we will definitely behave like the real persecution victims!"

"Oh - but - but are you sure!?"

"Yeah. This is what we all decided to agree to. Our screams will also sound more convincing on the recording. And of course if one of us started shouting something inappropriate to the situation or swearing, it will be easy to cut it out, won't it?"

"Yes... yes, of course, ma'am"

"Of course, your company pays full insurance and reimbursement of rehabilitation costs if any!"

"Yes, of course...! Anything you need! Amazing... Unbelievable! I am so much surprised and impressed... I have no more questions to you... Please, ladies, get dressed and if so, we can sign the contract right away."

"As for me, I can sign it now", answered Luise, smiling and taking the file of sheets from the table next to the window, and leaned over the counter, sticking out her impressive butt towards Mr. Smith. She turned on the ballpoint pen and sign the last page.

Then the other ladies did the same one by one, while Luise approached the man in such a way that she touched her pubic hair to his hand, resting on the armrest of the chair.

"Don't you realize that I don't like clothes at all?" she smiled to Mr Smith, unexpectedly sitting on his lap and stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, and Mr Smith felt like he was going to faint.

*

Need I add that the film, although age-restricted in some countries, was a box office success and a breakthrough in terms of historical accuracy of Hollywood movies?
And even much later AI-based productions failed to outdo it!

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A little device which can make the reenacting of the crucified easier. Or maybe not...?

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Tree checked with Dr. Spiker and he said your device would make raising the woman nailed to a cross much easier. It would limit the side-to-side movements she could make while the cross is being raised. Even a woman weighing just 50 kg could present problems while being raised if she can squirm freely between the nails holding her to the cross. Also, once raised, your tool would help support her torso allowing her to suffer much longer before she expires.
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He did add she might find the instrument to be a pain in her ass...
 
The door opened and a middle-aged man entered the hall and stopped in surprise to see no fewer than twelve women sitting or standing around the door of his studio.

"Good morning, ladies! I am Smith. George Watson Smith, the director. I'm very sorry I'm late, but there was an accident on the route... Please come inside!", he added, opening the door with the remote control.

Putting their smartphones in their purses and pockets and fixing their hair, a group of women and girls entered the room. The casting organizer closed the door behind them and showed them chairs lined up against the wall.

"Thank you very much for coming. It's nice to meet you! I didn't expect such a large group, but it makes me even happier. I understand that you have read the regulations and the specification of requirements...? That's perfect!"

The man took the last chair in the row and placed it in front of the women sitting a few meters away, so that everyone could clearly see and hear each other.

"So, are you ladies willing to take part as extras... or rather supporting actresses in our film? Because I must admit that the game will require a lot of acting. Especially simulating pain. Can you do it?"

The women all looked at the thirty-something businesswoman in a yellow jacket with her hair in a ponytail, who they clearly recognized as the leader of the group.

"During the fifteen minutes we were waiting for you, sir, we managed to discuss most of the requirements and decided that we had very similar opinions. Therefore, we decided that on the issues on which we agree, I will answer for the entire group. This will make the conversation more efficient, I think. My name is Luise, Luise Perkins."

"Thank you, Mrs Perkins!"

"Call me Luise, please"

"Okay, thank you, dear Luise. So, back to the topic, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes," said Luise, "we have reviewed previous adaptations of Quo Vadis and we all believe that some scenes crucial to the proper understanding of Nero's atrocities were not properly recreated... and we are ready to correct this."

"So you agree, my ladies... to be hanged on the crosses in the arena?"

"Yes," Luise repeated, "and we agree that this scene must go on much longer and show much, er, well, more intensely, the disgrace and torment suffered by our unfortunate predecessors."

"Thank you. I'm really delighted! Now, ladies, have you thought about your stage outfits? A certain degree of body exposure will be necessary, although, I must admit, what I would like most is for at least a few of you to decide to show off... well, at least filmed from the side... if you understand me..."

"Please, don't worry. Nine of the twelve of us agreed to perform the crucifixion scene in a historically correct way."

"You meant... naked?"

"Exactly. Only Thelma, Marian and Susan ask to cover the lower abdomen with a bouquet of flowers or a small cloth. Grete, Aphrodite and Rachel agreed to play naked but with no frontal shoots if not necessary, at least no close-ups... And as for me and five of my friends here - we agree to be filmed from any distance and from any angle, including full frontal nudity or any anatomical details. Stand up, darlings - this is Elsa, 18, this is Helen, 41, this is Anna Beatrix, 27, and sisters: Wendy and Maggie, 20 and 24. And me - I'm 33 years old, which is exactly how old Christ was when he was crucified... which helped me make the decision, I think.", smiled Luise.

"Wow! I'm really impressed!" the man jumped up from his chair and shook the hands of the six women standing in front of him one by one. "Won't you really be ashamed, ladies?"

Before Luise could answer, he snapped his fingers and added quickly:
"Oh, one more thing! It's important. The assembly manager pesters me to ask you if you have any large piercings or modern tattoos? Although these can of course be removed in the post-production process, it would be much cheaper to avoid them."

"I think he is right, you shall know this. Wait a minute, sir!"

Luise looked at the other friends and they all responded with a nod and a smile and... begun to undress. A minute later, six completely naked women stood in front of the surprised Mr. Smith.

"Please come closer and look at what you want and from which side you want. We can also lie down or do any gymnastic exercise... Is that enough as an answer for you?"

"O-of course," said the director, unable to recover from the feeling. He gently walked around the group, looking carefully.

"Tattoos can't be seen, piercings can't be seen, earrings can be removed. Excellent!"

"So, please take a look at us too," added one of the other women, and after a while the other six also stood naked in front of the director. Only Susan, Marian and Thelma were covering their lower abdomens with their hands.

The director repeated the inspection and started applauding with delight.

"Wonderful! And I see Elsa, Maggie, Wendy and Helen have the natural hair unshaved... it's really great!"

One of the women, aged around 40, who had previously been covering her crotch, sighed and lowered her hands, revealing her lush pubic hair.

"Eh, I have nothing to be ashamed of either. You can film me however you want, after all, it's not about me making things difficult for your filmmakers."

Her neighbours, a twenty-few years old tall, pretty Sudanese and a short busty American blonde of 20, looked at one another and repeated the same gesture, lowering her arms freely along her body, uncovering their bushy pubic mounds.

"Okay. Let it be. You can count us too, Mr Smith", mumbled the black-skinned beauty.

"And if you want one or two of us to be raped", added Luise, "you can use Margaret and Helen".

"But wouldn't their husbands mind this kind of treatment of their wives on stage?" asked the director skeptically.

"Of course they would! So you'll just take their husbands into this scene and dress them up as soldiers! The important thing is to finally make a decent film that will show it all properly!", added Luise, and Mr. Smith fell into his chair in shock, wiping his forehead.

"It's amazing... wonderful... I never expected such a success...!"

He took a few deep breaths to regain his balance and then remembered that he had not received an answer to the question he had asked at the very beginning.

"Oh, sorry, I nearly forgot. What about simulating suffering? You understand, ladies, a poor performance in this area can ruin the whole idea, so..."

"It doesn't make any sense for us to simulate something neither of us has ever seen before. It certainly wouldn't be convincing!" said Luise.

"Well, you are right, but in this case what do you suggest? We have no other option, I suppose. The post-production will be extremely difficult..."

"It can be easy done", smiled Luise. "Please, simply nail us to the crosses with real nails and then we will definitely behave like the real persecution victims!"

"Oh - but - but are you sure!?"

"Yeah. This is what we all decided to agree to. Our screams will also sound more convincing on the recording. And of course if one of us started shouting something inappropriate to the situation or swearing, it will be easy to cut it out, won't it?"

"Yes... yes, of course, ma'am"

"Of course, your company pays full insurance and reimbursement of rehabilitation costs if any!"

"Yes, of course...! Anything you need! Amazing... Unbelievable! I am so much surprised and impressed... I have no more questions to you... Please, ladies, get dressed and if so, we can sign the contract right away."

"As for me, I can sign it now", answered Luise, smiling and taking the file of sheets from the table next to the window, and leaned over the counter, sticking out her impressive butt towards Mr. Smith. She turned on the ballpoint pen and sign the last page.

Then the other ladies did the same one by one, while Luise approached the man in such a way that she touched her pubic hair to his hand, resting on the armrest of the chair.

"Don't you realize that I don't like clothes at all?" she smiled to Mr Smith, unexpectedly sitting on his lap and stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, and Mr Smith felt like he was going to faint.

*

Need I add that the film, although age-restricted in some countries, was a box office success and a breakthrough in terms of historical accuracy of Hollywood movies?
And even much later AI-based productions failed to outdo it!

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Thelma (24), Marian (20) and Susan (44) - which finally decided to be crucified full nude.

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And the last trio: Grete (19), Aphrodite (36) and Rachel (49).

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The door opened and a middle-aged man entered the hall and stopped in surprise to see no fewer than twelve women sitting or standing around the door of his studio.

"Good morning, ladies! I am Smith. George Watson Smith, the director. I'm very sorry I'm late, but there was an accident on the route... Please come inside!", he added, opening the door with the remote control.

Putting their smartphones in their purses and pockets and fixing their hair, a group of women and girls entered the room. The casting organizer closed the door behind them and showed them chairs lined up against the wall.

"Thank you very much for coming. It's nice to meet you! I didn't expect such a large group, but it makes me even happier. I understand that you have read the regulations and the specification of requirements...? That's perfect!"

The man took the last chair in the row and placed it in front of the women sitting a few meters away, so that everyone could clearly see and hear each other.

"So, are you ladies willing to take part as extras... or rather supporting actresses in our film? Because I must admit that the game will require a lot of acting. Especially simulating pain. Can you do it?"

The women all looked at the thirty-something businesswoman in a yellow jacket with her hair in a ponytail, who they clearly recognized as the leader of the group.

"During the fifteen minutes we were waiting for you, sir, we managed to discuss most of the requirements and decided that we had very similar opinions. Therefore, we decided that on the issues on which we agree, I will answer for the entire group. This will make the conversation more efficient, I think. My name is Luise, Luise Perkins."

"Thank you, Mrs Perkins!"

"Call me Luise, please"

"Okay, thank you, dear Luise. So, back to the topic, have you made up your mind?"

"Yes," said Luise, "we have reviewed previous adaptations of Quo Vadis and we all believe that some scenes crucial to the proper understanding of Nero's atrocities were not properly recreated... and we are ready to correct this."

"So you agree, my ladies... to be hanged on the crosses in the arena?"

"Yes," Luise repeated, "and we agree that this scene must go on much longer and show much, er, well, more intensely, the disgrace and torment suffered by our unfortunate predecessors."

"Thank you. I'm really delighted! Now, ladies, have you thought about your stage outfits? A certain degree of body exposure will be necessary, although, I must admit, what I would like most is for at least a few of you to decide to show off... well, at least filmed from the side... if you understand me..."

"Please, don't worry. Nine of the twelve of us agreed to perform the crucifixion scene in a historically correct way."

"You meant... naked?"

"Exactly. Only Thelma, Marian and Susan ask to cover the lower abdomen with a bouquet of flowers or a small cloth. Grete, Aphrodite and Rachel agreed to play naked but with no frontal shoots if not necessary, at least no close-ups... And as for me and five of my friends here - we agree to be filmed from any distance and from any angle, including full frontal nudity or any anatomical details. Stand up, darlings - this is Elsa, 18, this is Helen, 41, this is Anna Beatrix, 27, and sisters: Wendy and Maggie, 20 and 24. And me - I'm 33 years old, which is exactly how old Christ was when he was crucified... which helped me make the decision, I think.", smiled Luise.

"Wow! I'm really impressed!" the man jumped up from his chair and shook the hands of the six women standing in front of him one by one. "Won't you really be ashamed, ladies?"

Before Luise could answer, he snapped his fingers and added quickly:
"Oh, one more thing! It's important. The assembly manager pesters me to ask you if you have any large piercings or modern tattoos? Although these can of course be removed in the post-production process, it would be much cheaper to avoid them."

"I think he is right, you shall know this. Wait a minute, sir!"

Luise looked at the other friends and they all responded with a nod and a smile and... begun to undress. A minute later, six completely naked women stood in front of the surprised Mr. Smith.

"Please come closer and look at what you want and from which side you want. We can also lie down or do any gymnastic exercise... Is that enough as an answer for you?"

"O-of course," said the director, unable to recover from the feeling. He gently walked around the group, looking carefully.

"Tattoos can't be seen, piercings can't be seen, earrings can be removed. Excellent!"

"So, please take a look at us too," added one of the other women, and after a while the other six also stood naked in front of the director. Only Susan, Marian and Thelma were covering their lower abdomens with their hands.

The director repeated the inspection and started applauding with delight.

"Wonderful! And I see Elsa, Maggie, Wendy and Helen have the natural hair unshaved... it's really great!"

One of the women, aged around 40, who had previously been covering her crotch, sighed and lowered her hands, revealing her lush pubic hair.

"Eh, I have nothing to be ashamed of either. You can film me however you want, after all, it's not about me making things difficult for your filmmakers."

Her neighbours, a twenty-few years old tall, pretty Sudanese and a short busty American blonde of 20, looked at one another and repeated the same gesture, lowering her arms freely along her body, uncovering their bushy pubic mounds.

"Okay. Let it be. You can count us too, Mr Smith", mumbled the black-skinned beauty.

"And if you want one or two of us to be raped", added Luise, "you can use Margaret and Helen".

"But wouldn't their husbands mind this kind of treatment of their wives on stage?" asked the director skeptically.

"Of course they would! So you'll just take their husbands into this scene and dress them up as soldiers! The important thing is to finally make a decent film that will show it all properly!", added Luise, and Mr. Smith fell into his chair in shock, wiping his forehead.

"It's amazing... wonderful... I never expected such a success...!"

He took a few deep breaths to regain his balance and then remembered that he had not received an answer to the question he had asked at the very beginning.

"Oh, sorry, I nearly forgot. What about simulating suffering? You understand, ladies, a poor performance in this area can ruin the whole idea, so..."

"It doesn't make any sense for us to simulate something neither of us has ever seen before. It certainly wouldn't be convincing!" said Luise.

"Well, you are right, but in this case what do you suggest? We have no other option, I suppose. The post-production will be extremely difficult..."

"It can be easy done", smiled Luise. "Please, simply nail us to the crosses with real nails and then we will definitely behave like the real persecution victims!"

"Oh - but - but are you sure!?"

"Yeah. This is what we all decided to agree to. Our screams will also sound more convincing on the recording. And of course if one of us started shouting something inappropriate to the situation or swearing, it will be easy to cut it out, won't it?"

"Yes... yes, of course, ma'am"

"Of course, your company pays full insurance and reimbursement of rehabilitation costs if any!"

"Yes, of course...! Anything you need! Amazing... Unbelievable! I am so much surprised and impressed... I have no more questions to you... Please, ladies, get dressed and if so, we can sign the contract right away."

"As for me, I can sign it now", answered Luise, smiling and taking the file of sheets from the table next to the window, and leaned over the counter, sticking out her impressive butt towards Mr. Smith. She turned on the ballpoint pen and sign the last page.

Then the other ladies did the same one by one, while Luise approached the man in such a way that she touched her pubic hair to his hand, resting on the armrest of the chair.

"Don't you realize that I don't like clothes at all?" she smiled to Mr Smith, unexpectedly sitting on his lap and stroking his cheek with the back of her hand, and Mr Smith felt like he was going to faint.

*

Need I add that the film, although age-restricted in some countries, was a box office success and a breakthrough in terms of historical accuracy of Hollywood movies?
And even much later AI-based productions failed to outdo it!

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Great account of a fascinating audition! I cannot wait to see the entire movie! :rolleyes:
 
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