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The Olympic Crux
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Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
I see, Sir Wragg is just involved, his ass is not on the line. Now, Barb, she is committed, it's her ass that is really on the line here, and what a fine ass it is
Tree, thanks for the heads up on Junior Johnson. I just looked him up, and read a few articles on him. He seems to be one of those classic characters, one of the last real American heroes.
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If you want to read about a fun character of the time look op 'Smokey Yunick". He taught Tree how to 'read' rules and his 'Best Damn Garage' is pretty good.
He's not running for president, either. He is, unfortunately, no longer with us....
I look surprised in that pic. Must have been snapped just as I turned to look back. Never can be too sure what's behind me anymore around here. Alway on the lookout. My training has sharpened my senses as well as my endurance. Now all I need is to get this freaking noose off my neck!I see, Sir Wragg is just involved, his ass is not on the line. Now, Barb, she is committed, it's her ass that is really on the line here, and what a fine ass it is
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Tree, thanks for the heads up on Junior Johnson. I just looked him up, and read a few articles on him. He seems to be one of those classic characters, one of the last real American heroes.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Will do, thanks.
I just looked him up, and the first thing I noticed was that he liked to wear a battered cowboy hat. Anyone who wears a battered cowboy hat is ok with me.
This CruxForum is so educational, I just found out about two great characters in one night.
Ok, enough of that tangent.
Now,
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Slow typist still writing. Tree things he is drinking from a bottle of Seagram's 7 spiked in "The Great Slave Rebellion of 2013" and fears there could be a twist or two before LA...
Slow typist still writing. Tree things he is drinking from a bottle of Seagram's 7 spiked in "The Great Slave Rebellion of 2013" and fears there could be a twist or two before LA...
That was my first rebellion and crucifixion ... sigh ... fond memories
It's okay. I'm sure he didn't mean to cast aspersions on your loyalty or the fulfillment of your duties.
That's my slavegirl!
Still, we mustn't give the IOC any reasons to think you are less than the perfect slave, especially if Tree has started to worry about rebellions.
A slave-girl can never overdo her practice of submissiveness.I wonder if we need to recruit a couple of assistants onto the team, for the event.
Tree goes to the gallows and climbs the steps. He notes the safety lock on the trap is in the ‘off’ position again. He pushes the lever forward and resets it. There’s no reason to fall six feet if it does open. He finds Barb in no better mood than Sir Despard Wragg. He looks down at the pile of crap between her feet and says “I’m glad you relieved yourself.”
He is a fucking Neanderthal! Did he have to bring that up… really???
“How many more hours, Tree?” I ask.
“Just eight more” he replies as if he casually glanced at his watch which I know the asshole doesn’t wear.
“I can’t do eight more, Tree” I cry.
“Do you want to finish so low in the damn Olympics you are a fucking stat?”
I don’t answer. I will not answer! He is such an asshole!
I look at him and rant “I am tired, bored, my legs hurt, I’m hot, and I need a bath! This whole fucking thing is so dull no one is even bothering to look at me! I don’t see the point of all this!”
“You just summed it up pretty well on your own. In the Coliseum there will be a packed house on the first day when you and the others carry your crosses and are crucified. But on the second day the stadium will seem almost empty to you. You’ll be tired, bored, every inch of your body will hurt, you’ll be hot, and want a bath but if course to relieve all this agony you will have to capitulate. After you are all crucified the biggest cheer you’ll get is when you shit from the cross” Tree says. His tone is tinged with anger. He glares at me and says “If you want to quit now fine but you can let the buffoons try to train you from now on. So what is it going to be, Barb?”
I take a deep breath and softly say “I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do what?” he growls.
“I’ll stay here till nine. I’ll train how you want me to but don’t think I’ll like it and don’t think I won’t bitch about!” I say as angrily he spoke to me.
The son of a bitch flips his cigarette butt off my chest and says “I would hope you don’t like it. If you did I will have failed.”
He leaves me standing on the gallows but not before taking the safety off the release level…
Tree
He is a fucking Neanderthal! Did he have to bring that up… really???
“How many more hours, Tree?” I ask.
“Just eight more” he replies as if he casually glanced at his watch which I know the asshole doesn’t wear.
“I can’t do eight more, Tree” I cry.
“Do you want to finish so low in the damn Olympics you are a fucking stat?”
I don’t answer. I will not answer! He is such an asshole!
I look at him and rant “I am tired, bored, my legs hurt, I’m hot, and I need a bath! This whole fucking thing is so dull no one is even bothering to look at me! I don’t see the point of all this!”
“You just summed it up pretty well on your own. In the Coliseum there will be a packed house on the first day when you and the others carry your crosses and are crucified. But on the second day the stadium will seem almost empty to you. You’ll be tired, bored, every inch of your body will hurt, you’ll be hot, and want a bath but if course to relieve all this agony you will have to capitulate. After you are all crucified the biggest cheer you’ll get is when you shit from the cross” Tree says. His tone is tinged with anger. He glares at me and says “If you want to quit now fine but you can let the buffoons try to train you from now on. So what is it going to be, Barb?”
I take a deep breath and softly say “I’ll do it.”
“You’ll do what?” he growls.
“I’ll stay here till nine. I’ll train how you want me to but don’t think I’ll like it and don’t think I won’t bitch about!” I say as angrily he spoke to me.
The son of a bitch flips his cigarette butt off my chest and says “I would hope you don’t like it. If you did I will have failed.”
He leaves me standing on the gallows but not before taking the safety off the release level…
Tree
He's hard as nails ... he's arrogant ... he's tough on me ... he don't take no shit ... although he is quick to point out a pile of mine ... but, what the fuck ... he knows what he's doing .. that's why I hired him straight out of that interview ... I will bitch and complain, but I shall also persevere, and I will WIN!!!! 
She does understand 'no pain, no gain'!!!!View attachment 387581 He's hard as nails ... he's arrogant ... he's tough on me ... he don't take no shit ... although he is quick to point out a pile of mine
While Barb is wrapping up her 36 hours standing on the precarious trapdoor of the gallows a restored stream engine pulls a baggage car and four refurbished Pullman cars and a dining car. The train and tracks are owned by THT Western Resorts LLC and was a spur that led to a played-out silver mine near Tree’s Hangtown. In the baggage car the athlete from Cork is being delivered to Hangtown for final training. Natasha is not please as passengers free to enter the portion of the car where she caged and her wrists are bound to the bars. They are allowed (for a fee of course) to grope and prod the defenseless woman!
Also on the train is young Sister Mary Martyr from the Vatican team…
…along with Sister Discipline from the O.P.P.
They spend much of their time building up her endurance.
It’s not that the Vatican’s convert was not equipped to train Sister Mary Martyr or lacked willing nuns to assist with her training.
It is the need to acclimate her to hot conditions of the Coliseum in August.
In the dining car a beauty slinks down the aisle until she find ace reporter from the Crux Chronicle, ‘Spike’ Sharp dining alone.
Joan Tree purrs “Traveling by train makes me so fucking horny. Could I impose on you to join me in my private quarters and help me take of my urges?”
“It’s no imposition at all” and follows her to her private berth…
What the hell is Joan doing going to Hangtown???
Tree
Also on the train is young Sister Mary Martyr from the Vatican team…
…along with Sister Discipline from the O.P.P.
They spend much of their time building up her endurance.
It’s not that the Vatican’s convert was not equipped to train Sister Mary Martyr or lacked willing nuns to assist with her training.
It is the need to acclimate her to hot conditions of the Coliseum in August.
In the dining car a beauty slinks down the aisle until she find ace reporter from the Crux Chronicle, ‘Spike’ Sharp dining alone.
Joan Tree purrs “Traveling by train makes me so fucking horny. Could I impose on you to join me in my private quarters and help me take of my urges?”
“It’s no imposition at all” and follows her to her private berth…
What the hell is Joan doing going to Hangtown???
Tree
It's a slow train... with any luck you'll be done before it gets here...View attachment 387591 It sure as hell ain't me! How many more hours did you say I have to stand here without triggering this thing?
The train arrives right on schedule at 7:10 PM. Tree ambles into the baggage car and takes a clipboard with a bill of lading attached. He puts on his reading glass and reads it. He pauses and looks over the top of lenses and asks “So you are ‘Tash’?”
“I am” she replies. He looks at the attached paperwork while lighting a Marlboro then he looks up at her. He takes off the readers and stuffs them in his pocket.
“So you are a top 25 qualifier… but we have a problem here.”
“What is the problem?” she asks.
“It’s not a big thing. It can be fixed tonight but your Olympic application states that you are a ‘Celtic virgin’. Virgins can’t compete in the Olympic Crux” Tree explains. “Didn’t you read the ‘boilerplate’ of the contract?”
“What’s a ‘boilerplate’?” Tash asks.
“It’s the fine print written in very light grey on the back of the back sheet of the contract. Ask Barb about it” Tree tells her.
Her eyes light up and she asks “Is Barbara Moore really here? Could I possibly meet her?”
“I suppose it can be arranged after you are ‘deflowered’” Tree replies.
“Look, it is a nickname! I’m not really a virgin and I didn’t come all this way just to be fucked by you!” Tash says angrily. Everyone seems to be in a bad mood today.
“You signed the damn form swearing all you entered is true. Besides, I’m not going to fuck you, Tash” Tree replies “either Bull or Gunner will take care of that.”
“You don’t mean the Bull or Gunner?” she asks with fear and despair in her voice.
Tree wonders where she could have possibly heard about them but replies “Yeah, but they’ll be gentle and it will over in an hour or so.”
“Oh, someone help me!” Tash cries…
Later she would be locked into a Nailus Martyrs Virgin Deflowering Box™ ($250 US with worldwide shipping refundable with photos of its use within 30 days).
Tree goes out on the deck and has a drink when Gunner comes in to do the deed. Don’t let Tree tell you he didn’t want to watch. He had a bad day and has a hell of a headache. He has a drink and lights a smoke. Even with the door shut he can hear Tash’s howls.
Joan Tree walks onto the deck. Tree looks at her and asks what the fuck she is doing there. Joan lights up a Madame Wu and says “It’s to see you, too, dear brother. Sir Despard Wragg thinks you have a hard-on for the cunt Moore. He hired me to assess your training. Where is the bitch?”
“On the gallows at the end of Main Street” Tree says. “The fucker Wragg doesn’t have a clue what he is doing.”
“Like I care… he pays well” Joan replies.
Meanwhile out by the gallows Siss goes to visit Barb on the gallows. She wears a period costume and climbs onto a buckboard wagon to have her picture taken with Barb with the old plate camera.
“What the hell are you doing, Siss?” I demand. The sun is heading for the horizon, I’m hot, tired, and filthy and she is having fun at my expense!
“Barb, I told you not to participate in a Tree thread a hundred times. If you want to do it don’t expect me not to have some fun. Besides, Joan Tree is here and Messaline is due tomorrow from her Anjou Tour™. I have to welcome them” Siss tells me. -Barb
By the way, I think the picture turned out well! –Siss
Tree
“I am” she replies. He looks at the attached paperwork while lighting a Marlboro then he looks up at her. He takes off the readers and stuffs them in his pocket.
“So you are a top 25 qualifier… but we have a problem here.”
“What is the problem?” she asks.
“It’s not a big thing. It can be fixed tonight but your Olympic application states that you are a ‘Celtic virgin’. Virgins can’t compete in the Olympic Crux” Tree explains. “Didn’t you read the ‘boilerplate’ of the contract?”
“What’s a ‘boilerplate’?” Tash asks.
“It’s the fine print written in very light grey on the back of the back sheet of the contract. Ask Barb about it” Tree tells her.
Her eyes light up and she asks “Is Barbara Moore really here? Could I possibly meet her?”
“I suppose it can be arranged after you are ‘deflowered’” Tree replies.
“Look, it is a nickname! I’m not really a virgin and I didn’t come all this way just to be fucked by you!” Tash says angrily. Everyone seems to be in a bad mood today.
“You signed the damn form swearing all you entered is true. Besides, I’m not going to fuck you, Tash” Tree replies “either Bull or Gunner will take care of that.”
“You don’t mean the Bull or Gunner?” she asks with fear and despair in her voice.
Tree wonders where she could have possibly heard about them but replies “Yeah, but they’ll be gentle and it will over in an hour or so.”
“Oh, someone help me!” Tash cries…
Later she would be locked into a Nailus Martyrs Virgin Deflowering Box™ ($250 US with worldwide shipping refundable with photos of its use within 30 days).
Tree goes out on the deck and has a drink when Gunner comes in to do the deed. Don’t let Tree tell you he didn’t want to watch. He had a bad day and has a hell of a headache. He has a drink and lights a smoke. Even with the door shut he can hear Tash’s howls.
Joan Tree walks onto the deck. Tree looks at her and asks what the fuck she is doing there. Joan lights up a Madame Wu and says “It’s to see you, too, dear brother. Sir Despard Wragg thinks you have a hard-on for the cunt Moore. He hired me to assess your training. Where is the bitch?”
“On the gallows at the end of Main Street” Tree says. “The fucker Wragg doesn’t have a clue what he is doing.”
“Like I care… he pays well” Joan replies.
Meanwhile out by the gallows Siss goes to visit Barb on the gallows. She wears a period costume and climbs onto a buckboard wagon to have her picture taken with Barb with the old plate camera.
“What the hell are you doing, Siss?” I demand. The sun is heading for the horizon, I’m hot, tired, and filthy and she is having fun at my expense!
“Barb, I told you not to participate in a Tree thread a hundred times. If you want to do it don’t expect me not to have some fun. Besides, Joan Tree is here and Messaline is due tomorrow from her Anjou Tour™. I have to welcome them” Siss tells me. -Barb
By the way, I think the picture turned out well! –Siss
Tree
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Hair and Nails
Well, I'm going on vacation, away from my computer, so I'll just get this little piece out in case things escalate while I'm not able to post this. It's a picture of a few of our (low-ranked) Olympic hopefuls on the first night of the games. The art's a little recycled, but I don't think anyone will mind too much...
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...Of course you know the IOC, Interpol, and the FBI is studying your 'doping' of athletes...
This does not go unnoticed nor unpunished...
Tree
