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The Olympic Crux
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A brief time-out here...
So far we have Porzia, Debbie, Thessela (she only wanted to be on a team but she is slave and has no choice), Natasha, Messa, and Barb signed on with Mp5stab lurking on the sidelines wanting to administer PEDs to contestants (I need a better name than that to put you in the story... pick one).
Not too late to sign up as this won't be the quick story I had in mind!!!
So far we have Porzia, Debbie, Thessela (she only wanted to be on a team but she is slave and has no choice), Natasha, Messa, and Barb signed on with Mp5stab lurking on the sidelines wanting to administer PEDs to contestants (I need a better name than that to put you in the story... pick one).
Not too late to sign up as this won't be the quick story I had in mind!!!
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
I heard the distinct tok-tok of a regulation sized nail driven through french wood, followed by a high pitched female scream. I maintained my stiff, stoic, posture, and betrayed no enjoyment or arousal. She let out a sound after every blow, even the minor ones after the initial fixation that ensured a hold in the wood. The woman... well, frankly, girl, began babbling at once, from what I could tell from her rapid, breathless pleading, about god and pain and fear in a vaguely Slavic language. Belorussian? Ukrainian? Russian? I couldn't tell. She met my gaze and regained her composure.
"Emalia... please" Her chest began rising and falling, her bosom carried along for the ride... I tried to focus back to her face, contorted in pain, and crying profusely. "I could have had a medal. Don't take me out now." She struggled futilely against the single nail. Even thoughout all the pain, I noticed that she didn't move her other arm from the patibulum. Good, the conditioning was working still, if only subconsciously. Unfortunately, it seemed we couldn't overcome the pain with mere conditioning tricks. As an animal, she would still react to negative stimuli, like extreme pain. We needed to remove pain as a factor... as much as I wished we didn't have too. Her lovely young face seemed at its best covered in tears. She might have even been a great performer on the Olympic fields, along certainly not top fifty. But in the end I was still getting what I wanted out of my athletes; pain on the cross. I would sacrifice her body for data.
"Nail her other arm."
"Yes ma'am!"
She begged. Pleaded. Looked with horror as the nail was lined up, then followed the trajectory of the hammer with her eyes wide. It smashed through her wrists, and in a moment, she was a women with her eyes clenched shut and her jaw dropped into a crying, agonized, scream. Weak. She was a slave to her pain, trapped on an expensive oly crux that she had yet to prove she earned. It was time for the real test.
"Administer the hormonal analgesic"
The assistant dabbed an alcohol swab then thrust a syringe into her thigh. The girl whimpered as the solution was slowly pushed into her body, helpless to prevent its affects from taking hold.
"If she shows any more signs of... frailty, administer an additional 150mg. I'll be back in an hour, after lunch."
Lunch was nearby. I could faintly hear her screaming sobs slowly subside over the hour that I ate my salad. I was, I have to admit, a little disappointed that the painkiller might have worked so well. Was it too dopaminergic? Did we hit too close to a promiscuous interaction with opiod receptors? When I returned, I was surprised to discover the effects.
She was still nailed, and still in the worst pain she had probably ever felt. But her hips were writhing back and forth, and her legs were splayed open. She had apparently been cumming the entire time, and it could barely be concealed by her loincloth. She moaned every time she shifted around the nails.
"Ooooh" she said, softly "oh" her eyes were closed, her tears still falling. She wasn't enjoying it, but she was loving it. She opened her eyes, this time only barely, and met my gaze again.
"Emalia... please" she started "nail my feet." She then submissively placed her feet on the wood lower of the otherwise modern cross. "Please... ma'am." Upon saying that, a fresh shudder of pleasure rippled up her spin and she sighed, even when she felt it in the nails through her wrists.
"Crucify me."
This was it. It was the perfect drug for this competition.
As the blood from her legs squirted onto my protective goggles, I felt a similar pleasure washing up my spine. All of these women... would beg to be crucified. She continued to gush down her leg as I finished her nailing, utterly lost in the pain inflicted on her.
Once I had finished pinning her to her instrument of torture, I ordered it raised at once. Then I started a stop watch, it was time to see how long this girl would last.
(Included is a quick after-the-fact recollection sketch found in the margins of one the coaches' notebooks)
"Emalia... please" Her chest began rising and falling, her bosom carried along for the ride... I tried to focus back to her face, contorted in pain, and crying profusely. "I could have had a medal. Don't take me out now." She struggled futilely against the single nail. Even thoughout all the pain, I noticed that she didn't move her other arm from the patibulum. Good, the conditioning was working still, if only subconsciously. Unfortunately, it seemed we couldn't overcome the pain with mere conditioning tricks. As an animal, she would still react to negative stimuli, like extreme pain. We needed to remove pain as a factor... as much as I wished we didn't have too. Her lovely young face seemed at its best covered in tears. She might have even been a great performer on the Olympic fields, along certainly not top fifty. But in the end I was still getting what I wanted out of my athletes; pain on the cross. I would sacrifice her body for data.
"Nail her other arm."
"Yes ma'am!"
She begged. Pleaded. Looked with horror as the nail was lined up, then followed the trajectory of the hammer with her eyes wide. It smashed through her wrists, and in a moment, she was a women with her eyes clenched shut and her jaw dropped into a crying, agonized, scream. Weak. She was a slave to her pain, trapped on an expensive oly crux that she had yet to prove she earned. It was time for the real test.
"Administer the hormonal analgesic"
The assistant dabbed an alcohol swab then thrust a syringe into her thigh. The girl whimpered as the solution was slowly pushed into her body, helpless to prevent its affects from taking hold.
"If she shows any more signs of... frailty, administer an additional 150mg. I'll be back in an hour, after lunch."
Lunch was nearby. I could faintly hear her screaming sobs slowly subside over the hour that I ate my salad. I was, I have to admit, a little disappointed that the painkiller might have worked so well. Was it too dopaminergic? Did we hit too close to a promiscuous interaction with opiod receptors? When I returned, I was surprised to discover the effects.
She was still nailed, and still in the worst pain she had probably ever felt. But her hips were writhing back and forth, and her legs were splayed open. She had apparently been cumming the entire time, and it could barely be concealed by her loincloth. She moaned every time she shifted around the nails.
"Ooooh" she said, softly "oh" her eyes were closed, her tears still falling. She wasn't enjoying it, but she was loving it. She opened her eyes, this time only barely, and met my gaze again.
"Emalia... please" she started "nail my feet." She then submissively placed her feet on the wood lower of the otherwise modern cross. "Please... ma'am." Upon saying that, a fresh shudder of pleasure rippled up her spin and she sighed, even when she felt it in the nails through her wrists.
"Crucify me."
This was it. It was the perfect drug for this competition.
As the blood from her legs squirted onto my protective goggles, I felt a similar pleasure washing up my spine. All of these women... would beg to be crucified. She continued to gush down her leg as I finished her nailing, utterly lost in the pain inflicted on her.
Once I had finished pinning her to her instrument of torture, I ordered it raised at once. Then I started a stop watch, it was time to see how long this girl would last.
(Included is a quick after-the-fact recollection sketch found in the margins of one the coaches' notebooks)
Attachments
Me thinks MP is looking for trouble... Please come up with alias... May I suggest 'Medusa' ?
NO, and Madame Wu's aren't allowed!!!Are performance enhancing drugs (besides Seagrams) allowed?
To do what??? Tread carefully here!!!We're going to need a team doctor.
mp5stab
Hair and Nails
Well, Tree, you'll really have to tell me how your testing schedule works if you expect my athletes to comply with it. Wouldn't want any false positives.
I'll be running a huge number of super-trained competitors, and I would want any of them to miss their title shot.
They're really eager to ride their crosses for their respective countries and territories! Just gushing with anticipation!
I might even make them wear matching hairstyles and makeup so you can more easily see which ones are thedirty, horny, cheaters proud fruits of my success.
As for an Alias... pick your favorite:
Medusa the Exsangineer
Dr. Regina Agonaut
Fixie T. Carnafixi
They're all equally stupid.
I'll be running a huge number of super-trained competitors, and I would want any of them to miss their title shot.
They're really eager to ride their crosses for their respective countries and territories! Just gushing with anticipation!I might even make them wear matching hairstyles and makeup so you can more easily see which ones are the
As for an Alias... pick your favorite:
Medusa the Exsangineer
Dr. Regina Agonaut
Fixie T. Carnafixi
They're all equally stupid.
You pick... Mp5stab doesn't flow with my writing..Well, Tree, you'll really have to tell me how your testing schedule works if you expect my athletes to comply with it. Wouldn't want any false positives.
I'll be running a huge number of super-trained competitors, and I would want any of them to miss their title shot.
I might even make them wear matching hairstyles and makeup so you can more easily see which ones are thedirty, horny, cheatersproud fruits of my success.
As for an Alias... pick your favorite:
Medusa the Exsangineer
Dr. Regina Agonaut
Fixie T. Carnafixi
They're all equally stupid.
As for the testing schedule I ain't talking. Proceed at your own risk... and I hope you do!!!
“So you think I’m a good size for this game?” I ask Tree.
“Pretty close” he replies. “You know once you go through the ‘seeding process’ there is no backing out.”
“I am not basking out!” I declare defiantly. “What is the ‘seeding process’?”
“You have to suck the cock of your crux team leader and his cock can’t leave your mouth. Whoever lasts the longest is the top seed” he tells me.
“That is so fucking lame! Did you think of that?” I ask.
“Yeah I did. But I’m just fucking with you, Barbara. I can’t tell you what it’s going to be” he says.
Tree is such a fucker. Goddamn, I almost began to respect the bastard. I’m not sure I want to know the answer but I ask “What does it feel like?”
“How the fuck should I know? I’ve never done it. Why don’t you go to the coffee shop and ask Eulalia. She did the closing ceremony at the 2020 Olympics” Tree says.
“She’s at the coffee shop? Really? Tree, let me borrow a car!” I exclaim.
-Barbara
I toss her the keys to the Mustang and while I pour another Seagram’s Barb tries to light the drive’s asphalt on fire with the tires. Ulrika walks out and asks “Should I call the tow company?”
Is this a rhetorical question???
Tree
“Pretty close” he replies. “You know once you go through the ‘seeding process’ there is no backing out.”
“I am not basking out!” I declare defiantly. “What is the ‘seeding process’?”
“You have to suck the cock of your crux team leader and his cock can’t leave your mouth. Whoever lasts the longest is the top seed” he tells me.
“That is so fucking lame! Did you think of that?” I ask.
“Yeah I did. But I’m just fucking with you, Barbara. I can’t tell you what it’s going to be” he says.
Tree is such a fucker. Goddamn, I almost began to respect the bastard. I’m not sure I want to know the answer but I ask “What does it feel like?”
“How the fuck should I know? I’ve never done it. Why don’t you go to the coffee shop and ask Eulalia. She did the closing ceremony at the 2020 Olympics” Tree says.
“She’s at the coffee shop? Really? Tree, let me borrow a car!” I exclaim.
-Barbara
I toss her the keys to the Mustang and while I pour another Seagram’s Barb tries to light the drive’s asphalt on fire with the tires. Ulrika walks out and asks “Should I call the tow company?”
Is this a rhetorical question???
Tree
Goodnight, friends and lovers. Tree regrets (and treasures) he has real life to take of.
T
T
Hello Tree? It's me Barb. Calling from the local police station. They only let me make one call. So glad you picked up. Please don't hang up. I've been picked up by the cops for speeding, driving while texting, and driving while topless on the Interstate. Oh, and I managed to slam into a highway patrol cruiser too. They really shouldn't park them on the shoulder like that, you know. Now before you get upset, let me say that your Mustang only suffered a crumpled right fender and, well, the bumper kinda fell off and the passenger door is jammed too. Other that that it's just like new. Anyway, here's the thing ... I need $5,000 bail or I spend the night in the slammer. So I was wondering if .... Hello? .... Hello? .... Still there? ... Hello? ... Oh Shit!
sympazero2
Cruciformae Studiosus
Don't worry, Barb, your Asian cousin is parked down on the beach
waiting for you; your bail bondsman should be there any minute.
waiting for you; your bail bondsman should be there any minute.
I think I recognise myself in that pic
I actually look a bit like that if I let my hair grow out
Barb, I'm beginning to worry.
How much more can a koala bear?
doh:
)
avalon
Executioner
To participate the olimpic Crux Games, The volunteer haven't been crucified with nails even before.
Porzia is cheeting. I see it!
Porzia is cheeting. I see it!
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Failure by management
I go do the Pacific city jail to bail Barb out. They bring me to her cell...
...she yells something about barbaric treatment. I have a headache and need a drink. I tell the guards to put the metal plate back on. I know you think it is cruel but it is good training for being crucified in LA in the August heat...
Love
T
