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Crucified Amazon
Perhaps that it's a new manner to be an amazon, malins ...
Hé oui, le monde est dur ! (The world is hard)
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Malins Gets Her Titulus...
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Perhaps that it's a new manner to be an amazon, malins ...
Hé oui, le monde est dur ! (The world is hard)
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Perhaps that it's a new manner to be an amazon, malins ...
Acier cuisses ... la poitrine ... autant audacieuses et Crepes avec des fruits frais et crème baratté.
For Tree ... I will say,
Slippery when wet!
I know, I know.
I could spend my time picturing nails being driven through my wrists, crippling my hands into useless claws and fixing me to unforgiving wood, the tearing agony of my weight on them, the days of dreadly suffering...
But I'll try to dissociate my mind from that, try to shove those thoughts away into some dark corner of my mind, so that it's not myself who ends up huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth, whimpering while chewing my nails down to the bone...
So I'll worry about the little things. Like what goes on my titulus and what people think of it. Or with what exactly they're going to lay into my 'tastefully plump cheeks'. They always want to do that!
That's of course nonsense but they don't want to admit in public why they're really doing this!
Not related at all!
Have any of you at this IMF ever pondered, that if all you ever get is complaints, contempt and rebellion from such different people, ... that is not because they are all by some coincidence born rebellious... it's because that's the only way any person with a last shred of honor and self-respect can possibly react?
So the Amazon warrior disappears in a puff of smoke ... and what's revealed instead is a heartless profiteer without principles, who obeys every whim and arbitrary rule imposed on an innocent woman by these wicked men, just for her part of the pay-out! I say, I'm sorely disappointed!
At least someone understands!!!!
Orders?
If I resist, I'm screwed and nailed, in that order.
If I comply, I'm nailed nevertheless...
...and probably screwed while the nails go in... they'd love that wouldn't they, one of them pounding the spikes through my wrists while the other is furiously raping me... feeling me bucking wildly underneath him...
But really... that inspection...
they've taken the irons off... my hands are free ... my legs too...
this despicable creature has her hand at my throat but not applying force, no firm grip, she's not closing my windpipe.
She's so busy gloating, reveling in her threats.
Standing so close.
So very sure that her uniform and the 'authority' of the IMF protects her.
Of course I can't escape this compound alive but I'm marked for death anyway.
If I do something it will be now ...
Dear Malins, my brother Tree types painfully slow...
Try something with me and I will treat you pain that you will recover from long before you are crucified...
Warden Joan Tree
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Does Joan know that feeling just before the dawn?
That river in the night?
The surprise in a taxi or bus?
I think she knows, she thinks, she knows!
How high are her heels?
Do Ta doot ... do ta doot!
That river in the night?
The surprise in a taxi or bus?
I think she knows, she thinks, she knows!
How high are her heels?
Do Ta doot ... do ta doot!
I am locked in a pillory and the overseer uncoils his bullwhip. He says “Pushing Warden Tree was not the smartest thing you ever did, Malins.”
“Did I hurt her” I ask hopefully.
“No, but you pissed her off. Have you ever been whipped” he asks.
“No, and you cannot do this to… AUGH”
-Malins
I take no great pleasure striping her back, ass, and thighs. It doesn’t bother me, either.
-Bull
Meanwhile at the Tree estate the fair and just Judge Admi and Tree have their rapt attention turned to the ‘Skype’ call from Dr. Moore, the professor from the University of the Virgin Martyrs with a PhD on the thesis ‘Judicial Executions Through the Ages’.
Prof. Moore begs them to release Malins to her custody so she can present before her lecture before Malins is crucified. They are skeptical until Ulrika passed the a note that she will insure Malins is returned in time for her crucifixion.
Judge Admi says “That is good enough for. Do you know how this ‘Skype’ works, Tree?”
“Are you serious, Admi?” Tree replies.
That night I am oiled with ‘Polly Perkins Crucifixion Cream’ which eases the physical pain of the whipping but doesn’t erase the memory of it…
-Malins
Tree
“Did I hurt her” I ask hopefully.
“No, but you pissed her off. Have you ever been whipped” he asks.
“No, and you cannot do this to… AUGH”
-Malins
I take no great pleasure striping her back, ass, and thighs. It doesn’t bother me, either.
-Bull
Meanwhile at the Tree estate the fair and just Judge Admi and Tree have their rapt attention turned to the ‘Skype’ call from Dr. Moore, the professor from the University of the Virgin Martyrs with a PhD on the thesis ‘Judicial Executions Through the Ages’.
Prof. Moore begs them to release Malins to her custody so she can present before her lecture before Malins is crucified. They are skeptical until Ulrika passed the a note that she will insure Malins is returned in time for her crucifixion.
Judge Admi says “That is good enough for. Do you know how this ‘Skype’ works, Tree?”
“Are you serious, Admi?” Tree replies.
That night I am oiled with ‘Polly Perkins Crucifixion Cream’ which eases the physical pain of the whipping but doesn’t erase the memory of it…
-Malins
Tree
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Hmmm. The whip, striking and coiling and teasing and biting, reaching me everywhere... it could make me forget myself.
It could be something for two, we could find something there, even if it's a surprise.
But not here, not with this one.
No surprises I guess. Maybe that ought to go onto my titulus. No surprises. It's got to run its course, just bite down and bear it...
I guess somebody noticed the situation there, with that Joan (... and let me say, those heels are not advantageous...) before I could make use of it and follow through with my little surprise for her. So they quickly shackled me again.
I sort of bumped into her while they did that. And now she's complaining I pushed her? Pffft. What a squealer. They're like playground bullies who can't take a sip of their own medicine. Who appointed these people to any responsibility?
At least the girl who rubbed in that oil knew what she was doing. I could have some more of that.
andy01
Magistrate
The wall posters in that room are excellent. Any chance of posting them individually so we can read them?
I maniped in the titles... I think they were in Russian...
Malins is transported to the University of the Virgin Martyrs by car. She is bound and blindfolded. No… why would we bother dressing her???
Upon arrival she is brought to Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg’s opulent estate for a welcoming reception.
The ride to the university was most uncomfortable. My wrists are bound behind my back and the driver has the car’s air conditioning cracked down to ‘freeze’. My teeth chatter and though I can’t see them I know my nipples are most tumescent. To make matters worse plays so 70’s music (Mott the Hoople) and chain smokes the whole trip and he smells of alcohol. When I get wherever they have taken me stiletto-heeled sandals are strapped onto my feet. The damn things would be hard enough to walk in but near impossible with a blindfold covering my eyes and my wrists bound behind my back. I am hustled up some stairs and into a house. It must be a big one as I am led down long lushly carpeted halls.
-Malins
Wragg’s house is a North American copy of the Cruxton Abbey. Malins is brought to the mansion’s study where she perched on a table surround by candles. She is warned not to speak.
I have to admit this bitch is going to look superb crucified. Chancellor Wragg strolls in and with a lecherous grin on his face says “Well, what do we have here?”
“Her name is Malins. She has been condemned to die on a cross for debauchery, contempt of court, and anarchy” I explain.
“All I wanted was a picture with a titulus on my cross” Malins protests.
“Shut up, cunt, you are going to have you titulus when you are crucified” I snap.
“Where is she going to be crucified?” he asks.
“Tree said he would be willing to do it at the Golgotha behind your garden but he wants 10% of the ticket sales” I explain.
“Fair enough- but can I fuck her before she’s crucified” Wragg’s asks.
“I don’t see why not… it’s against the law to crucify a virgin” I tell him.
“I am not a virgin” Malins cries.
“Shut up, Malins, and quit admitting you’re a promiscuous slut” I tell her
-Professor Barbara Moore, PhD
Malins is put in a cell in the Cruxton Abbey’s dungeon. The sandals and blindfold are removed but her wrists are left bound. Professor Moore comes to see her…
I look at the woman outside the cell and ask what the hell is going on. I recognize her voice when she says “You’re in your last ‘hotel room’ before your crucifixion.”
“You are Professor Moore” I exclaim.
“Yes, but please call me Barb” she replies.
“You condone what they are going to do to me” I ask.
“It’s no skin off my ass” she casually replies.
“Look these charges are all cooked up! If they can do this to me what makes you so sure they won’t do the same to you?”
“They would never do that to me” Barb laughs.
-Malins
I don’t know what websites Barb has been visiting…
Tree
Upon arrival she is brought to Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg’s opulent estate for a welcoming reception.
The ride to the university was most uncomfortable. My wrists are bound behind my back and the driver has the car’s air conditioning cracked down to ‘freeze’. My teeth chatter and though I can’t see them I know my nipples are most tumescent. To make matters worse plays so 70’s music (Mott the Hoople) and chain smokes the whole trip and he smells of alcohol. When I get wherever they have taken me stiletto-heeled sandals are strapped onto my feet. The damn things would be hard enough to walk in but near impossible with a blindfold covering my eyes and my wrists bound behind my back. I am hustled up some stairs and into a house. It must be a big one as I am led down long lushly carpeted halls.
-Malins
Wragg’s house is a North American copy of the Cruxton Abbey. Malins is brought to the mansion’s study where she perched on a table surround by candles. She is warned not to speak.
I have to admit this bitch is going to look superb crucified. Chancellor Wragg strolls in and with a lecherous grin on his face says “Well, what do we have here?”
“Her name is Malins. She has been condemned to die on a cross for debauchery, contempt of court, and anarchy” I explain.
“All I wanted was a picture with a titulus on my cross” Malins protests.
“Shut up, cunt, you are going to have you titulus when you are crucified” I snap.
“Where is she going to be crucified?” he asks.
“Tree said he would be willing to do it at the Golgotha behind your garden but he wants 10% of the ticket sales” I explain.
“Fair enough- but can I fuck her before she’s crucified” Wragg’s asks.
“I don’t see why not… it’s against the law to crucify a virgin” I tell him.
“I am not a virgin” Malins cries.
“Shut up, Malins, and quit admitting you’re a promiscuous slut” I tell her
-Professor Barbara Moore, PhD
Malins is put in a cell in the Cruxton Abbey’s dungeon. The sandals and blindfold are removed but her wrists are left bound. Professor Moore comes to see her…
I look at the woman outside the cell and ask what the hell is going on. I recognize her voice when she says “You’re in your last ‘hotel room’ before your crucifixion.”
“You are Professor Moore” I exclaim.
“Yes, but please call me Barb” she replies.
“You condone what they are going to do to me” I ask.
“It’s no skin off my ass” she casually replies.
“Look these charges are all cooked up! If they can do this to me what makes you so sure they won’t do the same to you?”
“They would never do that to me” Barb laughs.
-Malins
I don’t know what websites Barb has been visiting…
Tree
malins
Stumbling Seeker
Well I think some fun could be had in that setting but then it's not that kind of story...
...it is for some...
Always happy to play host to one of Tree's stories....
But I'll thrash her if she scratches that table!
malins
Stumbling Seeker
What am I going to scratch it with? The stupid sandals? Those weren't my idea!But I'll thrash her if she scratches that table!
But I'll try my best to do that anyway.
Getting thrashed by you sounds a lot better than what these people want to do to me! And maybe you're not so perfunctory about it like that lackey at the detention center?
And I can smell the candles and hear them crackle a bit and sense the warm draft and that would make me go mmmmm, thinking of what could be, you know me, but that, again, would be another story.
I believe that I have been misquoted here ... I believe what I actually said was ... "It's no skin off my tight little!"
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Beyond my fear that my crucifixion is really not some horrible nightmare I am to be presented at Professor Moore post-graduate class for a lecture! My wrists are bound behind me and my ankles are locked in iron shackles joined by a short but heavy chain that limits my steps to less than awkward 1/3 meter. Assistant Professor Joan Tree after looking me over says with great satisfaction “It looks like you are ready. And remember this you condemned bitch; anything you are asked you will answer. Anytime you don’t you earn five lashes with a bullwhip while bound to a whipping post. Do you understand, Malins?”
“Not really but yes” I reply weakly. This is all so fucked up. I am pushed through a curtain and find myself in an auditorium with Professor Moore at a podium and am greeted with a mix of polite applause and lewd cat-calls.
“That is enough” Professor Moore admonishes the class. “We have less than an hour and half with the condemned Malins. Remember your grade will be affected by the intelligence of your questions. Are you ready, Malins?”
I stand before her class. I am not but say “Let’s get this done!”
A microphone is placed before me and the questions come in rapid fire.
“How long do you think you will last crucified?”
“I… I have no idea. All I wanted was a titulus added to picture” I stammer.
“Ladies and gentleman, you cannot expect Ms. Malins to know the answer for that. Just looking at her she has more than adequate breasts, a buttock and legs and arms that are trim but not thin. I suspect that her body will consume the fat tissue and that, while hungry, that will not be a factor. Her breasts could easily shrink a cup size, her legs and arms will be noticeably smaller in circumference, and her buttock will be less robust. The temperature, thirst, and her sanity will be far larger factors but I believe she will last two days minimum and a bit more than four on the outside.”
“What?” I hiss.
“Shut up, Malins” Joan Tree whispers from behind me.
-Malins
Tree
“Not really but yes” I reply weakly. This is all so fucked up. I am pushed through a curtain and find myself in an auditorium with Professor Moore at a podium and am greeted with a mix of polite applause and lewd cat-calls.
“That is enough” Professor Moore admonishes the class. “We have less than an hour and half with the condemned Malins. Remember your grade will be affected by the intelligence of your questions. Are you ready, Malins?”
I stand before her class. I am not but say “Let’s get this done!”
A microphone is placed before me and the questions come in rapid fire.
“How long do you think you will last crucified?”
“I… I have no idea. All I wanted was a titulus added to picture” I stammer.
“Ladies and gentleman, you cannot expect Ms. Malins to know the answer for that. Just looking at her she has more than adequate breasts, a buttock and legs and arms that are trim but not thin. I suspect that her body will consume the fat tissue and that, while hungry, that will not be a factor. Her breasts could easily shrink a cup size, her legs and arms will be noticeably smaller in circumference, and her buttock will be less robust. The temperature, thirst, and her sanity will be far larger factors but I believe she will last two days minimum and a bit more than four on the outside.”
“What?” I hiss.
“Shut up, Malins” Joan Tree whispers from behind me.
-Malins
Tree
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Tight little ... Tight little !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Do I keep saying, Plump Jiggly?
No! I don't!
So much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Just looking at her she has more than adequate breasts, a buttock and legs and arms that are trim but not thin."
So impersonal, yet so personal! And so humiliating.
A delicious fantasy, to see our lovely Malins prepared for her cross. And to eventually see her mount it, even more wonderful. I expect a running commentary of deep and interesting insights on the process as we proceed
Hi Andy, the second pic is an old manip of mine.
based on this original
The poster on the wall on the left was constructed on the spot, there is no larger version.
The ones on the right are based on these, which I found online in 2009
The first one appears on the wall in an edited version.
So impersonal, yet so personal! And so humiliating.
A delicious fantasy, to see our lovely Malins prepared for her cross. And to eventually see her mount it, even more wonderful. I expect a running commentary of deep and interesting insights on the process as we proceed
Hi Andy, the second pic is an old manip of mine.
based on this original
The poster on the wall on the left was constructed on the spot, there is no larger version.
The ones on the right are based on these, which I found online in 2009
The first one appears on the wall in an edited version.