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