Ted Parry
Governor
I would have thought that collateral damage might be more accurate, Tree.
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The Rape And Pillage Of The Land Of Queen Tricia
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I would have thought that collateral damage might be more accurate, Tree.
Before sunrise the day of the autumn equinox…
The giant Igor comes for me and locks in irons in a cell with a semblance of a bed. Soon after Old Slave walks in and says to me “I am here to service you one last time before you take your cross today.”
“What if I choose not to be ‘serviced’ by you” I ask.
“If you prefer, Queen Tricia, Igor would be more than happy to service you instead of me” he replies. I realize I am going to be taken and lay back and spread my legs and ask him to be gentle. To my surprise he both is gentle and quite the accomplished lover that when he finished I felt more than satisfied! He has always treated me with the greatest respect possible as I am vanquished queen and considering the lout he works for.
He helps me sit and I smile at him saying “That was an unexpected pleasure! How can a gentleman like you follow that barbarian?”
“He saved me from slavery decades ago and has treated me with the utmost respect in the years hence” Old Slave explains. “Dear lady, soon this morning you will be handed a cross and you and your friends will be marched through the capital and out the gate to a hill where the three of you will be crucified. Here, wrap this around you loins. You may wear it while you carry your cross but do not expect to keep it when you are crucified. And, Queen Tricia, do not resist taking the cross and carrying it to the hill. Do go with the pride and grace Master Tree cannot take from you.”
“So we die today?”
His voice lowers and says “I presume you have never seen a crucifixion. You will begin dying today…”
-Queen Patricia
Tree
The giant Igor comes for me and locks in irons in a cell with a semblance of a bed. Soon after Old Slave walks in and says to me “I am here to service you one last time before you take your cross today.”
“What if I choose not to be ‘serviced’ by you” I ask.
“If you prefer, Queen Tricia, Igor would be more than happy to service you instead of me” he replies. I realize I am going to be taken and lay back and spread my legs and ask him to be gentle. To my surprise he both is gentle and quite the accomplished lover that when he finished I felt more than satisfied! He has always treated me with the greatest respect possible as I am vanquished queen and considering the lout he works for.
He helps me sit and I smile at him saying “That was an unexpected pleasure! How can a gentleman like you follow that barbarian?”
“He saved me from slavery decades ago and has treated me with the utmost respect in the years hence” Old Slave explains. “Dear lady, soon this morning you will be handed a cross and you and your friends will be marched through the capital and out the gate to a hill where the three of you will be crucified. Here, wrap this around you loins. You may wear it while you carry your cross but do not expect to keep it when you are crucified. And, Queen Tricia, do not resist taking the cross and carrying it to the hill. Do go with the pride and grace Master Tree cannot take from you.”
“So we die today?”
His voice lowers and says “I presume you have never seen a crucifixion. You will begin dying today…”
-Queen Patricia
Tree
“Dear lady, soon this morning you will be handed a cross and you and your friends will be marched through the capital and out the gate to a hill where the three of you will be crucified. Here, wrap this around you loins. You may wear it while you carry your cross but do not expect to keep it when you are crucified. And, Queen Tricia, do not resist taking the cross and carrying it to the hill. Do go with the pride and grace Master Tree cannot take from you.”
Hey! How comes SHE gets something to cover her loins with? Not fair! 
Hey! How comes SHE gets something to cover her loins with? Not fair!
She“Dear lady, soon this morning you will be handed a cross and you and your friends will be marched through the capital and out the gate to a hill where the three of you will be crucified. Here, wrap this around you loins. You may wear it while you carry your cross but do not expect to keep it when you are crucified. And, Queen Tricia, do not resist taking the cross and carrying it to the hill. Do go with the pride and grace Master Tree cannot take from you.”
View attachment 421606 Hey! How comes SHE gets something to cover her loins with? Not fair!
That's exactly my point .... WAS .... WAS ... WAS ... WAS ... WAS .... See? Get it?
Old Slave insisted... take it up with him...
messaline
Crucified Amazon
By the past, we were fucked by Mr. Tree himself and that, when our wrists were nailed to the patibulum ...
"La Classe" !
But those times are past and the wonderful traditions are lost , alas ....
By the past, we were fucked by Mr. Tree himself and that, when our wrists were nailed to the patibulum ...
"La Classe" !
But those times are past and the wonderful traditions are lost , alas ....
But never forgotten...
I remember you laying there with wrists spiked to the cross and moaning "You really are not going to do that to me?!?!?!"
Of course I did... you even thanked me before I nailed your feet and your mood sort of changed after that...
Midmorning- Barbara, Siss, and Tricia are brought from the dungeon and given their crosses. Old Slave reminds them whether they bear their crosses with the dignity they have left or if they have to be brutally encouraged with the sting of a whip they will carry the crosses to the hill outside the gates adding they should not expect Tricia’s former subjects to even offer sympathy to the three women as Tree has already begun to distribute the queen’s substantial treasure. It also won’t help that Barb and Siss are naked and Tricia has only a loincloth but nothing covers her ample bosom. First out the compound gate and into the capital’s roads is Siss. We join her in progress…
I am no stranger to being nude. Barb and I rarely wore clothing within the queen’s compound except on the coldest of days.
Even then it was mostly robes quickly shed when we were in the queen’s private chamber! Our most strenuous exercise would be ‘romps’ that would last hours with all of us taking turns satisfying each other.
When the queen held a private gala it would not be uncommon for Barb and me to entertain visiting dignitaries and their wives and lovers or both. But this is different! This cross must weigh as much as I do as I drag it into the capital’s main avenue before lecherous minions I have never seen before and certainly have never seen me before! The cross I drag reverberates to my delicate shoulder as its base follows every contour of the cobblestone street. This is another new experience as we are denied even peasant sandals! I cannot comprehend the difficulty of navigating the worn stones and the sharp pain of unseen pebbles that feel like knives stabbing the tender soles of my feet.
I do not need a whip to encourage me onward. I fear if I stop or drop my cross I will be raped a dozen times before the guards could possibly beat back the crowd! Then I hear the roar as Queen Tricia comes from the compounds gate. I think I should keep moving while the mob is distracted!
-Siss
Tree
I am no stranger to being nude. Barb and I rarely wore clothing within the queen’s compound except on the coldest of days.
Even then it was mostly robes quickly shed when we were in the queen’s private chamber! Our most strenuous exercise would be ‘romps’ that would last hours with all of us taking turns satisfying each other.
When the queen held a private gala it would not be uncommon for Barb and me to entertain visiting dignitaries and their wives and lovers or both. But this is different! This cross must weigh as much as I do as I drag it into the capital’s main avenue before lecherous minions I have never seen before and certainly have never seen me before! The cross I drag reverberates to my delicate shoulder as its base follows every contour of the cobblestone street. This is another new experience as we are denied even peasant sandals! I cannot comprehend the difficulty of navigating the worn stones and the sharp pain of unseen pebbles that feel like knives stabbing the tender soles of my feet.
I do not need a whip to encourage me onward. I fear if I stop or drop my cross I will be raped a dozen times before the guards could possibly beat back the crowd! Then I hear the roar as Queen Tricia comes from the compounds gate. I think I should keep moving while the mob is distracted!
-Siss
Tree
windar
Teller of Tales
"Our most strenuous exercise would be ‘romps’ that would last hours with all of us taking turns satisfying each other."
View attachment 421664 That works .. keep it up please
That doesn't look like zumba class. Tantric yoga perhaps?
Unfortunately I fear the only exercise will be the 'three spike dance'..."Our most strenuous exercise would be ‘romps’ that would last hours with all of us taking turns satisfying each other."
View attachment 421664 That works .. keep it up please
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Not half as unexpected as for me. After years of toiling away at the menial jobs of this forum, clearing up after the debauchery, torture and death, the world finally sees what I'm capable of.
Just off to lay a bet on who'll last the longest. The Queen is favourite, but I know she's exhausted, and I'll get better odds on Barb. Siss has the best odds, but look how she's wincing even walking the pebbles, such a wimp, I'll put a small bet that she'll go first.
A gentleman and opportunist!!!
Tricia
Governor
Like I said "old". I should have taken care of you. But you're not bad looking after all, so what the heck.
Tricia
Governor
I heard she is quite ravishing!!!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
A gentleman couldn't possibly comment.
The trio carries their crosses through the walled city to the catcalls and taunts from what had been Queen Tricia’s subjects not long ago. Escorting the women are the most trusted of her palace guard. You see, Old Slave had long ago persuaded Tree to show generosity to a vanquished leader’s most trusted protectors instead of executing them. Their loyalty vanishes when Tree doles out a season’s pay to each palace guard and makes great theater as the women are taken to their death prodded on by the same men that had guarded those just weeks ago. As the women approached the gates they would pass a series of freshly erected gallows where Tricia’s subject (for pay from Tree) had hanged daughters of the nobles and the privileged class. Their mothers are hanged from trees lining the way to the hill they would die upon.
Their brothers, husbands, and abled-bodied fathers were already on route to a Mediterranean slave market where the pampered men would learn what working meant. The hanged women were really the lucky ones. The ones Tree found most desirable will be sold at a Moroccan slave bizarre.
But let’s join Siss, Barb, and Tricia as the struggle to carry their crosses the last of would be measured two kilometers today. Keep in mind except for a few of Tree’s marauders in the procession, Bull, Gunner, Old Slave, Tree and his sister Joan no one here has ever seen a crucifixion and only Tree, Joan, Bull, and Gunner have ever seen a woman crucified. Tree decided to crucify a conquered king’s daughter but did so in a private garden as Old Slave felt her crucifixion might draw sympathy that his small band could not afford. Old Slave refused to watch the barbaric act then but Tree would not let him skip Tricia’s and her two concubines’ crucifixion!
As they drag their crosses up the last hundred meters of the hill one of guards yells at Siss to keep moving her ass or feel the sting of the whip. She yells “You scum; I am doing the best I can do! You try to it sometime!”
The former palace guard begins to uncoil his whip and says “You will pay for…”
“DON’T! She is doing better than many men” Old Slave barks. He walks up to Siss and with a damp cloth wipes her brow and face. He lifts her chin and softly says “You are doing well. I know you do not desire your destination but you’ve not far to go. Arrive pristine.”
I drag the cross towards the summit. I have been abuse, used, and pissed on. The dirt of the dungeon matts my hair and you would not even guess I am a blonde as the red clay matts my hair. Behind me Tricia is whining about her situation. My patience with her is wearing thin.
-Siss
Barb drags her cross to catch up with Queen Tricia. She implores her to preserve not become she succumbed to Tree but because she is royalty and cannot be seen as weak. Tricia moans “I am doing my best but I have never worked so hard and I even stink of sweat and you expect me to take pride being nailed naked to a cross without protest?”
“What are your options, Queen Tricia; being beaten with whip by the barbarian?” Barb asks.
Oh… Barb carries the spikes she will be crucified with tied around her waist. It seems she cannot keep her mouth shut!
I crest the cross to the top of the hill and see the three wood-framed sockets that our crosses will be dropped into. I’ve never seen such a thing but it doesn’t take a genius to figure what the sockets are for.
-Siss
Tree
Their brothers, husbands, and abled-bodied fathers were already on route to a Mediterranean slave market where the pampered men would learn what working meant. The hanged women were really the lucky ones. The ones Tree found most desirable will be sold at a Moroccan slave bizarre.
But let’s join Siss, Barb, and Tricia as the struggle to carry their crosses the last of would be measured two kilometers today. Keep in mind except for a few of Tree’s marauders in the procession, Bull, Gunner, Old Slave, Tree and his sister Joan no one here has ever seen a crucifixion and only Tree, Joan, Bull, and Gunner have ever seen a woman crucified. Tree decided to crucify a conquered king’s daughter but did so in a private garden as Old Slave felt her crucifixion might draw sympathy that his small band could not afford. Old Slave refused to watch the barbaric act then but Tree would not let him skip Tricia’s and her two concubines’ crucifixion!
As they drag their crosses up the last hundred meters of the hill one of guards yells at Siss to keep moving her ass or feel the sting of the whip. She yells “You scum; I am doing the best I can do! You try to it sometime!”
The former palace guard begins to uncoil his whip and says “You will pay for…”
“DON’T! She is doing better than many men” Old Slave barks. He walks up to Siss and with a damp cloth wipes her brow and face. He lifts her chin and softly says “You are doing well. I know you do not desire your destination but you’ve not far to go. Arrive pristine.”
I drag the cross towards the summit. I have been abuse, used, and pissed on. The dirt of the dungeon matts my hair and you would not even guess I am a blonde as the red clay matts my hair. Behind me Tricia is whining about her situation. My patience with her is wearing thin.
-Siss
Barb drags her cross to catch up with Queen Tricia. She implores her to preserve not become she succumbed to Tree but because she is royalty and cannot be seen as weak. Tricia moans “I am doing my best but I have never worked so hard and I even stink of sweat and you expect me to take pride being nailed naked to a cross without protest?”
“What are your options, Queen Tricia; being beaten with whip by the barbarian?” Barb asks.
Oh… Barb carries the spikes she will be crucified with tied around her waist. It seems she cannot keep her mouth shut!
I crest the cross to the top of the hill and see the three wood-framed sockets that our crosses will be dropped into. I’ve never seen such a thing but it doesn’t take a genius to figure what the sockets are for.
-Siss
Tree
windar
Teller of Tales
I don't know Tree. I don't understand your business strategy here. You're selling the men, which is fine, so why not the women too? Instead of getting cash for them, you're spending money on wood, nails, ropes, etc. Makes no sense. I'll give you $5 for the 3 of them, cash no questions asked. Leave Barb out and I'll make it $1o.
