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After The Rebellion Of 2014
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Yikes said barb, those guy's like to be a fly on the wall
just? you are ...........................and a redheaded one too.............redhotHehe...I'm just a lil devil!
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in that way it would be a very nice thoughtOops.....
View attachment 143001 ..... I thought you said banister....
and this is much hotter said our lil devil
you are not aloneFighting temptation to grab the sweet red headed nut
Ascanio have a solution to keep that devil in check
The sky brightens and I know there is not much time left. I cannot imagine being alive this long if I knew I was going to die on this cross. Only the hope of knowing that if I survive the day and half I will be freed of this hell kept my will to live going. Bull and Gunner casually trudge up the hill while three ambulances take station at the bottom of the mound.
Besides them and a guy with an ‘RR Video Productions’ T-shirt following them carrying his video camera there were only a few dozen onlookers. I watch as first Messa then Mistress are removed from their crosses. I guess that is fair; they were raised before I. The cameraman documented the careful removal of them. Each was placed on a stretcher and taken to an ambulance and whisked away.
Gunner stands before me and says “We have to take you down like a slave, Blaire.”
I have no idea what this means and don’t give a damn! I want off this cross now! I lean my head down and I peer past my breasts as he places the pry bar between the head of the spike in my feet and my top foot. He tells me to take a deep breath before he pries the spike from the stipe. Before I take the deep breath I ask “Master, may I keep the spikes?”
“Sure, Blaire, now take a breath… and call me ‘Gunner’… I’m not into that ‘master’ shit! Ready, Blaire?”
I nod and watch as he presses on the pry bar. I feel the shank groan against the wood of the cross then suddenly it is free of the wood. I was not expecting what happened next! I hadn’t realized how much of my weight was supported by that spike that now hung entirely by the spikes in my wrists. I hadn’t felt this much pain since the cross slammed to stop at the bottom of the hole!
As soon as the spike was free of the cross Gunner jumped back without taking the time to pull the spike out of Blaire’s feet. Blaire let out a shriek and a spray of her piss painted her legs.
She looked down her quivering body stretched against the spike. Gunner would press her belly and say “Breathe, honey, it is almost over…”
Tree
Besides them and a guy with an ‘RR Video Productions’ T-shirt following them carrying his video camera there were only a few dozen onlookers. I watch as first Messa then Mistress are removed from their crosses. I guess that is fair; they were raised before I. The cameraman documented the careful removal of them. Each was placed on a stretcher and taken to an ambulance and whisked away.
Gunner stands before me and says “We have to take you down like a slave, Blaire.”
I have no idea what this means and don’t give a damn! I want off this cross now! I lean my head down and I peer past my breasts as he places the pry bar between the head of the spike in my feet and my top foot. He tells me to take a deep breath before he pries the spike from the stipe. Before I take the deep breath I ask “Master, may I keep the spikes?”
“Sure, Blaire, now take a breath… and call me ‘Gunner’… I’m not into that ‘master’ shit! Ready, Blaire?”
I nod and watch as he presses on the pry bar. I feel the shank groan against the wood of the cross then suddenly it is free of the wood. I was not expecting what happened next! I hadn’t realized how much of my weight was supported by that spike that now hung entirely by the spikes in my wrists. I hadn’t felt this much pain since the cross slammed to stop at the bottom of the hole!
As soon as the spike was free of the cross Gunner jumped back without taking the time to pull the spike out of Blaire’s feet. Blaire let out a shriek and a spray of her piss painted her legs.
She looked down her quivering body stretched against the spike. Gunner would press her belly and say “Breathe, honey, it is almost over…”
Tree
If having the spike removed from the stipe painful what was to follow was even worse. Gunner handed the custom pry bar to Bull and reached for the spike that still joined Blaire’s feet. He drew the spike out of Blaire’s mangled feet while Bull positioned the bar between her right wrist and the head of the spike. The spike slipped from her feet and her legs drifted apart. She felt the cross vibrate as the spike in her right wrist was pulled from the wood.
Free of the cross Blaire’s wrist drops and she swung below the last spike holding her left wrist.
Even with her debilitated weight all of it hung from one wrist. Bull tossed the pry bar to Gunner and grabbed Blaire’s torso just below her ribs. He whispered “Lean against me, Blaire” as Gunner pried the last spike from her cross. The two giants laid her gently on the last stretcher. She was covered with a sheet up to her shoulders and was gently strapped onto gurney. As she was loaded into the last ambulance Blaire looked at the empty crosses. She whispered “You do have the spikes, Gunner?”
“I do darling. Do you want them clean or bloody?”
“Can I think about it???”
T
Free of the cross Blaire’s wrist drops and she swung below the last spike holding her left wrist.
Even with her debilitated weight all of it hung from one wrist. Bull tossed the pry bar to Gunner and grabbed Blaire’s torso just below her ribs. He whispered “Lean against me, Blaire” as Gunner pried the last spike from her cross. The two giants laid her gently on the last stretcher. She was covered with a sheet up to her shoulders and was gently strapped onto gurney. As she was loaded into the last ambulance Blaire looked at the empty crosses. She whispered “You do have the spikes, Gunner?”
“I do darling. Do you want them clean or bloody?”
“Can I think about it???”
T
Well just remember...the Romans had Erin nailed to the cross and she escaped...and Rome fell!!!!
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You always underestimated him and now he has his MCT union card... Not a good idea, Barbaria...WTF ..... a gentle Gunner
Tree
Never!!! You vixens are always more cruel to each other than even Tree can think off...Does this mean the lunkhead is going to replace Joan as my number one nemesis?
Tree
...no, Barb, if you read the threads written by the ladies here they are always more vicious than Tree's threads...Joan made him say that, right Ulrika?
...Oh my... what if you ladies gang up on me???
Ulrika
RUN, ULRIKA!!!
T
cxslave
Chain Slave
I have to say that did not end like I thought it would.... Blaire actually living through the crucifixion, Bull and Gunner being nice, Mistress Barbaria being nice...
There has to be more going on here methinks...
Don't get in Connie's way!
. Blaire actually living through the crucifixion, Bull and Gunner being nice, Mistress Barbaria being nice... There has to be more going on here methinks...Love that pic!
Don't get in Connie's way!We just know how to hit all the right spots Ulrika....
As I have always said, they only have half a brain between them
WOW AN IMPROVEMENT!!!!!As I have always said, they only have half a brain between them