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A Bloody Job....
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cxslave
Chain Slave
Tis such a shame when a girl must from CF, turn away
A bitter truth that the cranks must be turned for work, not play.
The sweat burns the eyes, the grimace pains the teeth
The upturned road is much too long, it's grade too steep.
The mob's sword falls slow, yet it's bite so fleet
One last moment though! A warrioress stands defiant before the beasts!
But brief was this taste of glory, repaid by the long and cruel meal of defeat
The slow death her fate, a predicted end shared with brave comrades in Valhalla she would meet.
Alone she rolls, through her life's twilight in death's strange streets
As vision closes and darkness falls, the white line shines resplendent in the shimmering southern heat.
The kindly maiden stands, in the land of the fallen past the line
Her smile so serene, her unheard words so comforting and sublime.
The amazon's name shes scribed, sadness ever in her eyes
A final mark and nod, the maiden lifts the fog and the young warrior is returned to life!
Her duty done, her comrades away
Now is finally the time, to again be CXslave!
Imagine her joy, her glee!
To find such brilliance, what a story to read!
Three more young warriors, but for them no reprieve.
No kindly maiden to lift the dream, only a cross and nails numbering three!
Who's work can this be, who can raise in her loins such a heat?
Of course only a single possibility! Our beloved chronicler,
Wragg One Three Four, can be said.... No More!
A bitter truth that the cranks must be turned for work, not play.
The sweat burns the eyes, the grimace pains the teeth
The upturned road is much too long, it's grade too steep.
The mob's sword falls slow, yet it's bite so fleet
One last moment though! A warrioress stands defiant before the beasts!
But brief was this taste of glory, repaid by the long and cruel meal of defeat
The slow death her fate, a predicted end shared with brave comrades in Valhalla she would meet.
Alone she rolls, through her life's twilight in death's strange streets
As vision closes and darkness falls, the white line shines resplendent in the shimmering southern heat.
The kindly maiden stands, in the land of the fallen past the line
Her smile so serene, her unheard words so comforting and sublime.
The amazon's name shes scribed, sadness ever in her eyes
A final mark and nod, the maiden lifts the fog and the young warrior is returned to life!
Her duty done, her comrades away
Now is finally the time, to again be CXslave!
Imagine her joy, her glee!
To find such brilliance, what a story to read!
Three more young warriors, but for them no reprieve.
No kindly maiden to lift the dream, only a cross and nails numbering three!
Who's work can this be, who can raise in her loins such a heat?
Of course only a single possibility! Our beloved chronicler,
Wragg One Three Four, can be said.... No More!
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Pp then broke my reverie
The bastard cracked his whip at me!
Fux'ake Wragg, stop sitting there,
Do your job man, I declare,
You waste of space, you’ll get us sacked,
Oh fuck! We’re slaves? I’ll get ya back!
Just snake me whip, to wake ya up,
No pained involved, just get the pluck,
To drive those nails, damned hard and deep,
Start dark queen’s ride to her final sleep.
From good queen Barb now grumble, groans,
And Siss pipes up, and screams and moans,
Well crack the whip man, make Siss squeal,
While Wragg drives home the last sharp steel.
Each hammer blow from Wragg, it hurts,
The queen’s blood flows, from artery spurts,
Barb’s language then became profane,
"Fuck Wragg!" She screamed. "Ya damned insane."
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Roxie has some words to say:
Fucking hell!!! This fucking hurts!
I’m crucified! What can be worse?
Siss hangs on my right; cursing, writhing
As the crowd is cheering to see Barb’s cross rising
Lush, lovely Barb now completes the trio
Now we're six tits, three cunts, oh my, oh me, oh!!!
Three pairs of thighs, three perfect asses,
Such lascivious appeal for the masses
Naked and nailed on our crosses high
Stretched out and bleeding against the sky
It is early morn, we’ll suffer long
Our curse to be so young and strong
The pain is fierce, beyond belief
There’s no respite, no succor, no relief
As flesh pulls on nails, we scream and moan
Strained legs push up, we must suffer alone
Why do you stare you loathsome man?
And you, you bitch, why such a fan?
Of three poor girls pierced through and through
Come, please stand close, I'll piss on you!!!!
Go right ahead, stare up my thighs
On my bleeding pussy feast your eyes
Watch my titties bounce as I draw breath
As proceeds this day my groaning death
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Magister Australis
Eloquence from roxie. Sheer eloquence! Oh my, oh me oh!
More than eloquence, I would say
as Roxie brings us all into play
Naked, bleeding, on display
Too bad it has to end this way
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Really depends on your perspective.
Well come on Jollyrei, wake up son,
Jump on in, there’s work to be done!
Don’t sit back shirkin', grab a nail,
Give Wragg a hand ta spike Barb to the rail.
Wragg's nailed up Siss, tagged roxie too,
It's Barb's turn now with help from you.
No need to help her, too late to protect,
Your shoulder to the stipes, get her cross erect.
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Included in this snippet are my thoughts about whether crucifixion victims should have their hair shorn off or not:
We raised her cross, and so it stood
Between her bleeding sisterhood
And, as I watched her suffer there
The wind disturbed her long black hair.
It blew across her hazel eyes
But it could not be brushed aside;
Now tortured, too, by her own hair,
She hung and cried in bleak despair.
The women fought for ev’ry breath
They danced the bitter dance of death
They struggled up the tree of pain
Then fell exhausted down again.
“Oh Roxie, Siss” I heard Barb say
“I’m glad you’re both with me today
“We fought together for our home
“We die together, not alone!”
Three naked women, limbs impaled
How utterly their war had failed!
How Rome had crushed these women down!
Where now was Queen Barbaria’s crown?
We raised her cross, and so it stood
Between her bleeding sisterhood
And, as I watched her suffer there
The wind disturbed her long black hair.
It blew across her hazel eyes
But it could not be brushed aside;
Now tortured, too, by her own hair,
She hung and cried in bleak despair.
The women fought for ev’ry breath
They danced the bitter dance of death
They struggled up the tree of pain
Then fell exhausted down again.
“Oh Roxie, Siss” I heard Barb say
“I’m glad you’re both with me today
“We fought together for our home
“We die together, not alone!”
Three naked women, limbs impaled
How utterly their war had failed!
How Rome had crushed these women down!
Where now was Queen Barbaria’s crown?
If you follow the various rebellion threads this was bound to happen...
We fought the good fight
with all our might
it was not enough
those Romans are bloody tough
So now we dance the dance of death
writhing, twisting, gasping for breath
you hear us cry between howls and moan
"We die together, not alone!"
Naked as the day we were born
but thank god not our hair shorn
matted and twisted, wet with sweat
to have lost our hair we would regret
I try to rally, my face a frown
it's late the sun is nearly down
it's sure we will not see the morning sun
but Wragg's new thread sure was fun
Pleasured, indeed...quite stirred -- not shaken
By this wonderful partaking
In such a marvelous story written
By Wragg, a bard of crux, I'm smitten!
And I believe I speak for Siss and Barb
We who love to hang in our birthday garb
Nailed to a cross that’s raised on high
Oh what a fantastical way to die!
Thank you Wragg!!!! And Pp!!!
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Pp? He watched Wragg standing there,
Bewitched by Barb’s dark wind whip’ed hair,
Her rebel friends, Siss, Roxie too,
What would they think, if yet they knew,
Of Wragg’s despair at what he’d done,
As he nailed them there, yes, one by one,
To leave them dance until their death,
Yet not alone for that last breath.
Come Wragg, Pp would have to say,
Our work is done, at close of day,
The tools are packed, in cart’s light load,
Sorry mate, Pp must goad,
To leave them now to their dark fate,
To ride away, hey Wragg, old mate,
Its time we left, head home to bed,
Best not for us to see them dead.
It's just like a guy to leave we three
Hanging naked, crying, in our misery
You did your duty…and well it seems
But tonight we'll come, to haunt your dreams!
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