Marcella Gets Tagged

[Cella]

Have you given up on Sven that quickly???

Well, he hasn't been around for weeks! Where the fuck is he when I need him!

I thought he loved me . . .

Do I see him among the spectators? Fuck no!

I see lots of beer-bellied locals (and some asshole with his hands down his pants) staring up at me, but not Sven. No!

Shit! Why am I so goddamn horny? It's torture not being able to do anything about it!!!

 

[messaline]

Shit! Why am I so goddamn horny? It's torture not being able to do anything about it!!!

It's the same for me !!! But, I dont think that anyone could calm this fire !!! A cock is without effect to me ...
Perhaps Joan ? ... or Jane ?
... or why not Judith ? I know that she's there !!!

JUUUUDIIIIIIITH !!!!!​

 

[thehangingtree]

I really don’t understand this whole droid-thing (They’re ‘druids’ Tree –whatever…). We placed the crosses as contracted and it’s up to the women to their dying thing. I take an ATV with six bottles of water, two 1.75 liter bottles of Seagram’s, and two cartons of Marlboros and drive up the steps to the top of the Monk Mound. Between the fines I got for smoking on an outdoor deck and driving a ‘motorized vehicle’ in an ‘unauthorized’ place I begin to doubt I am going to break even on this crucifixion.

Another cheer goes up at 1 PM CDT (noon standard) by the crazy droids (I give up –Ulrika). By then the women have been crucified more than 8 hours under a blazing sun in a crystal clear sky. It’s a warm day already near 90°F (32°F) with hardly a breeze and ungodly humidity!

“What the fuck are they cheering about” Marcella groans. She can’t believe that despite pain she is so aroused. One of the druids walks up to Marcella’s cross, pulls off his hood, and smiles at her.

“Sven, what are you doing here? Get me out of this!”

“I don’t think so, Marcella” he says. “You wouldn’t let me take a picture of you naked and now you are crucified naked before hundreds of people here and millions watching around the world. You made your ‘bed’. Hang from it, cunt!”

“Sven, just touch my pussy” I beg.

“I’ve touched you for the last time Marcella before you were crucified” he says as he turns to walk away. “The tram down to the bar is coming. I’ll see you later even if you aren’t alive to see me.”

Damn I’ve fucked him! What the hell was I thinking I wonder I as push up against my broken feet.



I’ve often wondered about this relationship. Perhaps I should ask ‘Dr. Fred’.

Dammit Tree it is ‘Dr. PHIL’ –Ulrika

I am nailed to a cross made of my own premium crucifixion wood. Two tags jangle below my thighs with every move I make. I am sure I look superb crucified but I would feel better if Judith was watching me die…



-Messaline

I do my rounds to see how the crucified women are doing (it’s a union-required formality). I get to Barb’s cross expecting a ‘preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve’. She gives me a look that seems to confirm that…



…then rasps “Tree, rub my pussy now or when I die none of you cars will ever start again.”

I must admit I don’t usually need much encouragement to have any sexual activity with a woman but as a ‘come-on’ line this was over the top not to mention Barb doesn’t invite me. I stroke her clit around her tag and she moans ‘Oh, fuck, yes… right there… right…’

I fish around my jacket’s pocket looking for my smokes when Barb’s thighs lock around my forearm and she hisses “OH YES I AM THERE!!!”

Spent she slumps down the cross and hangs from her wrists whispering “Tree, it was like I was given some kind of potion that made so damn horny.”

I walk behind Barb and rub my hands over her tight little. She groans “That was enough, Tree. Leave me alone.”

I feel the entry point of the Joan Tree Horny Dart™ in her ass and take a picture of it with my Kodak Instamatic 126. My sister Joan is going to have some explaining to do!!!

Tree

(Find the hidden song lyric… Take you time, they aren't going anywhere...)...

 

[Barbaria1]

Hidden secret song lyric, eh?

Too hard! No fair! All I can think of is "Love Potion #9"

We'll, what did you expect from someone who just clamped your forearm between her thighs like it was in an iron vice?

I was too much on fire to read every line!!!!

Seriously, I thought this one quite clever Tree. Lots of funny lines and asides bearing your trademark wit and offbeat humor.

Well done

 

[phlebas]

(Find the hidden song lyric… Take you time, they aren't going anywhere...)...

Too easy

a 'preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve’.

The Hombres Let it Out

Nice chapter, Tree

 

[messaline]

I am sure I look superb crucified but I would feel better if Judith was watching me die…

Mmmm ! Where is she ? Is Tree keep her into his house to his own satisfaction ? It could be ! Judith is sometimes, sexe'opportunist !
....... and Tree having only "Marlboros" !!! Were are Mme Wo'cigarettes ?

... from Jastrow

 

[Cella]

I really don’t understand this whole droid-thing (They’re ‘druids’ Tree –whatever…). We placed the crosses as contracted and it’s up to the women to their dying thing. I take an ATV with six bottles of water, two 1.75 liter bottles of Seagram’s, and two cartons of Marlboros and drive up the steps to the top of the Monk Mound. Between the fines I got for smoking on an outdoor deck and driving a ‘motorized vehicle’ in an ‘unauthorized’ place I begin to doubt I am going to break even on this crucifixion.

Another cheer goes up at 1 PM CDT (noon standard) by the crazy droids (I give up –Ulrika). By then the women have been crucified more than 8 hours under a blazing sun in a crystal clear sky. It’s a warm day already near 90°F (32°F) with hardly a breeze and ungodly humidity!

“What the fuck are they cheering about” Marcella groans. She can’t believe that despite pain she is so aroused. One of the druids walks up to Marcella’s cross, pulls off his hood, and smiles at her.

“Sven, what are you doing here? Get me out of this!”

“I don’t think so, Marcella” he says. “You wouldn’t let me take a picture of you naked and now you are crucified naked before hundreds of people here and millions watching around the world. You made your ‘bed’. Hang from it, cunt!”

“Sven, just touch my pussy” I beg.

“I’ve touched you for the last time Marcella before you were crucified” he says as he turns to walk away. “The tram down to the bar is coming. I’ll see you later even if you aren’t alive to see me.”

Damn I’ve fucked him! What the hell was I thinking I wonder I as push up against my broken feet.

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I’ve often wondered about this relationship. Perhaps I should ask ‘Dr. Fred’.

Dammit Tree it is ‘Dr. PHIL’ –Ulrika

I am nailed to a cross made of my own premium crucifixion wood. Two tags jangle below my thighs with every move I make. I am sure I look superb crucified but I would feel better if Judith was watching me die…

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-Messaline

I do my rounds to see how the crucified women are doing (it’s a union-required formality). I get to Barb’s cross expecting a ‘preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve’. She gives me a look that seems to confirm that…

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…then rasps “Tree, rub my pussy now or when I die none of you cars will ever start again.”

I must admit I don’t usually need much encouragement to have any sexual activity with a woman but as a ‘come-on’ line this was over the top not to mention Barb doesn’t invite me. I stroke her clit around her tag and she moans ‘Oh, fuck, yes… right there… right…’

I fish around my jacket’s pocket looking for my smokes when Barb’s thighs lock around my forearm and she hisses “OH YES I AM THERE!!!”

Spent she slumps down the cross and hangs from her wrists whispering “Tree, it was like I was given some kind of potion that made so damn horny.”

I walk behind Barb and rub my hands over her tight little. She groans “That was enough, Tree. Leave me alone.”

I feel the entry point of the Joan Tree Horny Dart™ in her ass and take a picture of it with my Kodak Instamatic 126. My sister Joan is going to have some explaining to do!!!

Tree

(Find the hidden song lyric… Take you time, they aren't going anywhere...)...

I'm squirming in uncontrollable lust on my cross:

Me! Do Me! Oh, please Tree, do me now.!!!

I can't stand being this horny without be able to do anything about!

It's worse than the nails. Oh god Tree, please touch my pussy! PLEASE get me off too!!!!!!

I can't stand this torture any longer!

Sven, Tree, anybody!!! Please touch my cunt! PLEASE!!!!!!!! Grab me by my pussy! Now! Oh Please!

 

[messaline]

Allons, allons, un peu de tenue, Marcella ! (keep calm, cool and self-control !)

 

[thehangingtree]

Too easy

a 'preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine, and the temptations of Eve’.

The Hombres Let it Out

Nice chapter, Tree

A gold star and forgiveness of the next demerits Barb gives you!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

I'm squirming in uncontrollable lust on my cross:

Me! Do Me! Oh, please Tree, do me now.!!!

I can't stand being this horny without be able to do anything about!

It's worse than the nails. Oh god Tree, please touch my pussy! PLEASE get me off too!!!!!!

I can't stand this torture any longer!

Sven, Tree, anybody!!! Please touch my cunt! PLEASE!!!!!!!! Grab me by my pussy! Now! Oh Please!

With Marcella's pleas for relief lets she what happens when Tree stumbles over to her cross...


I go Marcella’s cross and ask her if she too is horny. She looks down at me and says “You fucking murderer. It’s not enough for you crucify me but you have to make fun of me too! It’s none of your fucking business!”

I shrug and reach up to rub her clit. She hisses “Don’t you touch me!”

“Stop me” I say. It doesn’t take even a minute for Marcella to come. She slumps down exhausted and groans “Thank you.”

I go to Messa’s cross and she has seen what I did to Barb and Marcella. She says “Please Tree I would rather suffer this arousal if my lady Judith cannot come to give me my release.”

“Messa, my sister shot you with a horny potion dart” I explain.

“It doesn’t matter. If I am horny for unnatural reasons it is no more unnatural than being crucified. Please Tree just leave me” she pleads.


I shrug and walk away. I see one of the droids lift a blanket hiding a cooler and taking out water. I tell him to get the women water. He looks at me and says “Who the fuck are you to order me around? Besides they are going to die on their crosses!”

“That may well be but I told you to give them water, so do it!”

“I don’t take orders from a hick cowboy!”

I pull out my pistol and ask “Do you take orders from a ‘hick cowboy’ with a Glock 9 MM pointed at your gonads?”

The women got water.



So the day drags on getting only sultrier as hours pass. The costumed crowd still mills around like it’s some historic reenactment while Marcella, Messa, and Barb writhe on their crosses with their naked bodies wracked with the pain of their crosses, thirst, and hunger accentuated by the smells of barbeques wafting up from vendors’ tents from 150 feet below them.



The afternoon was brutal with a near-cloudless sky, the temperature around 97°F (36°C) with stifling humidity…

Tree

 

[Barbaria1]

With Marcella's pleas for relief lets she what happens when Tree stumbles over to her cross...


I go Marcella’s cross and ask her if she too is horny. She looks down at me and says “You fucking murderer. It’s not enough for you crucify me but you have to make fun of me too! It’s none of your fucking business!”

I shrug and reach up to rub her clit. She hisses “Don’t you touch me!”

“Stop me” I say. It doesn’t take even a minute for Marcella to come. She slumps down exhausted and groans “Thank you.”

I go to Messa’s cross and she has seen what I did to Barb and Marcella. She says “Please Tree I would rather suffer this arousal if my lady Judith cannot come to give me my release.”

“Messa, my sister shot you with a horny potion dart” I explain.

“It doesn’t matter. If I am horny for unnatural reasons it is no more unnatural than being crucified. Please Tree just leave me” she pleads.
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I shrug and walk away. I see one of the droids lift a blanket hiding a cooler and taking out water. I tell him to get the women water. He looks at me and says “Who the fuck are you to order me around? Besides they are going to die on their crosses!”

“That may well be but I told you to give them water, so do it!”

“I don’t take orders from a hick cowboy!”

I pull out my pistol and ask “Do you take orders from a ‘hick cowboy’ with a Glock 9 MM pointed at your gonads?”

The women got water.



So the day drags on getting only sultrier as hours pass. The costumed crowd still mills around like it’s some historic reenactment while Marcella, Messa, and Barb writhe on their crosses with their naked bodies wracked with the pain of their crosses, thirst, and hunger accentuated by the smells of barbeques wafting up from vendors’ tents from 150 feet below them.

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The afternoon was brutal with a near-cloudless sky, the temperature around 97°F (36°C) with stifling humidity…

Tree

Nice tri-pic!

Define "stifling humidity" please for those who have never visited Missouri.

 

[thehangingtree]

Nice tri-pic!

Define "stifling humidity" please for those who have never visited Missouri.

You sweat but unless you are in front of a powerful fan it will not evaporate! We have hot days with over 90% relative humidity.

A lot of people say the US Southwest is hot but it is a 'dry heat' so it is tolerable (115F in Needles, California is not tolerable)!!!

By the way the Cahokia Mounds are in Illinois... don't blame Missouri for this one!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

You sweat but unless you are in front of a powerful fan it will not evaporate! We have hot days with over 90% relative humidity.

A lot of people say the US Southwest is hot but it is a 'dry heat' so it is tolerable (115F in Needles, California is not tolerable)!!!

By the way the Cahokia Mounds are in Illinois... don't blame Missouri for this one!!!

I knew that ... southern Illinois/Missouri... same difference

 

[thehangingtree]

I knew that ... southern Illinois/Missouri... same difference

I know you did

 

[LittleSiss]

Is this another Chicken Joke?

Or a Blues Brothers thing?


Eat my rubber biscuit!!!!!!


Sorry? Laugh In , has been on An oldies channel .

 

[messaline]

the temperature around 97°F (36°C) with stifling humidity…

Mmmmmm ! A dream !!!



... I need of ...

... Mme wo ?

 

[thehangingtree]

Mmmmmm ! A dream !!!

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... I need of ...

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Messa is becoming delusional confusing her first crucifixion with her current one... will no one offer her relief? Where is Judith? Is she to die on the cross as a sacrifice to the some sun god???

Some answers to come!!!

 

[thehangingtree]

It’s a bit after 5:30 PM, three hours before the sun sets when Tree returns to his Prevost RV bus that has been called the ‘Trump penthouse of Recreational Vehicles’.



He takes a shower even though it is not Saturday and puts on a clean pair of jeans. As he shuffles towards the ice-maker to fix another Seagram’s and water he notes there is a stunningly beautiful nude woman sitting at the dining table drinking his most expensive Champaign. That doesn’t bother him. Ulrika stocks the ‘cellar’ with all sorts of shit Tree won’t drink until he is desperate. He walks back to the dining room with bare feet squeaking on the tiled floor and looks at the woman gazing up at the mound.



“I hate to impose but may I sit with you?”

“You are a bit old but do what you want. How is Messa doing?”

What I want is to drag her into the bedroom and fuck her but say “Forgive me; I am Tree. May I ask who are you before I start answering you questions?”

“You sent your Gulfstream to fetch me. I am Judith, Messaline’s mistress. How is she doing?”

“My sister Joan shot her with a horny potion dart and she begged me not to touch her saying she would only want relief if you gave it to her” I reply.

“That’s why I keep her; she knows her place.”

“Do you want me to take you up the hill so you can…”

“Oh, no, but thank you! That was a kind offer, Tree” she says. “Let her suffer another hour. Is a man of your age still able to get an erection?”

“WHAT???”

“The thought of my Messaline being sacrificed has aroused me greatly” Judith says.

“I thought you and Messa are…”

“We are.”

“Not that I am turning you down but Ulrika is here and she…”

“Mr. Tree, how dare you suggest I bed another woman while my dear Messa suffers on a cross before hundreds of strangers…”

For some reason when we ask for water a wet rag raised on a spear for us to suck on. We can’t drink enough this way to really hydrate our bodies but at least our throats and mouth aren’t parched. As bonus the rags drip down our bodies giving us small relief from oppressive heat. I squirm as much as I can within the confines of the spikes piercing me to relieve a joint or a muscle only to have another part of my body screams in pain. The cross’ torture is unrelenting…



-Barbara Moore

It’s almost 6 PM. Marcella doesn’t seem interested in the spectacular view of downtown St. Louis and the Gateway Arch just seven miles away now that she has been crucified 13 hours.



At 6:30 PM (1830) a UTV with an air conditioned cab drives up the service path that winds up the back side of the mound.

Perhaps I should have taken up Tree’s offer to give me release. Why should I expect to come to see me die crucified?

I must be hallucinated as I see Judith standing below me. She scolds me saying “Where am I to find someone to replace you for the fall Anjou Crux tour?”

“Judith you came!”

“Of course I came. Are you enjoying yourself my little flower” she asks.



“I am not but this is my fate. May I ask a favor of you Mistress Judith?”

“You may ask” Judith grants.

“I was shot with dart with a potion that keeps me aroused but I cannot climax without having my clitoris rubbed. I beg you to give me release!”

“Why should I? You come to this godforsaken place so you can be crucified as a sacrifice to some sun goddess and have you pretty crucified ass beamed around the world on RR’s channel.”

“Oh, Mistress, I did not volunteer for this! I was picked at random and once I was tagged I had no choice. Please dear Mistress as my last request please give me release!”

“Oh, Messa, I’m just messing with you! I’ll grant you your request!”

-Messa

Tree

 

[messaline]

“WHAT???”
“The thought of my Messaline being sacrificed has aroused me greatly” Judith says.
“I thought you and Messa are…”
“We are.”
“Not that I am turning you down but Ulrika is here and she…”

Hum, Tree has yet to learn concerning lesbians ... Though remember Messa and you by the past ...

have you pretty crucified ass beamed around the world on RR’s channel.”

What ? !!! He's yet here !!!

“Oh, Messa, I’m just messing with you! I’ll grant you your request!”

I recognize well my lovely Judith !

 

[Barbaria1]

Still trying to clench my thighs together after all these hours! I don't know what drives the impulse the most ... is it modesty or the after effects of Joan's horny dart? Oh, and how is it that the water in this wet rag tastes so salty? It's what? Oh Shit!!!!! Spithoooooooie !!!!!!!!!! Shake my head! Damn you Tree!!!