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‘Executed Virgin Avoidance Procedure’

Not on your life, pal!!!!! :mad:

What? Are you some slut that sleeps around???

It's not easy to tell any of the Tree family apart? :rolleyes:

And they think 'cloning' is new... Just knock up your first cousin or sister like we do!!!

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :confused:

Just reporting what you thought... no evidence has been found yet...

NICE POST TREE!

Thanks Barb and good whatever time it is to all...

T
 
I am escorted to the airport all the way to the jet-way and onto the plane. The airline flying me to Scandals Resort has asked that I am clothed for the trip to help keep order in the flight. Even though I am in first class it is not that comfortable with my wrists cuffed behind my back and the flight attendants doing nothing to keep the other passengers from groping me during the flight. I am the last to disembark. Try as they did no one got into my skinny-jeans practically painted around my ‘tight little’. My breasts however hurt from being groped! The

I arrive at Scandals Resort International Airport and am brought to a secure customs area. I meet the ‘customs’ agent at the airport and my handcuffs are removed. He asks “Barbara Moore?”

I reply “Yes I am.”

“Good… strip”

“What?”

“Take you clothes off Ms. Moore or instead of stamping your passport with a green stamp that upholds your sentence I will stamp it with red ink which means you and all you are crucified with are allowed into the resort but you all will hanged crucified until you are dead. It is your choice.”

I begin undressing…

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“You know you are a royal prick” I say.

“I doubt it; I am Thomas Herman Tree, Tree’s nephew. Unless there is royalty in Northwest Arkansas I doubt I am any more than just a ‘prick’. Now strip!”

For some reason or another I find him somewhat funny even considering the circumstance. As I peel off my ‘kinis in his distinct country drawl he says “I’m going to enjoy watching them tits bobbing when you are nailed on the cross.”

I ask “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

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“Fuckin’ aye, it is!”

“You have such a great ‘come on’ line” I reply. Sarcastically I add “How could I possibly refuse you?”

“Really? I’ll ask my uncle if I can perform the ‘Executed Virgin Avoidance Procedure’ on you!”

“What’s that” I ask.

“Tree doesn’t crucify virgins” he tells me. “I’ll see if he’ll let me fuck you.”

“And to think I was starting to like you” I say.

“It’s me or Bull or Gunner” he says.

“Oh shit!”

I am sent to the next processing station. People are milling around and I get few glances even though I am stark naked. The man at a desk looks up at me and asks “Barbara Moore?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Please sit” he says in an accent that combines a hint of country with a northern touch. “I am Thomas Harding Tree. Ms. Moore, you have agreed to be nailed to a cross for a period of not less than 24 hours nor more than 72 hours here at Scandals Resort to avoid any record of a conviction and subsequent 10 year sentence to hard labor at the IMF Woman’s Correctional Farm. You do realize crucifixion even for less than 24 hours bears the risk of death.”

“I spent a summer at the farm and I will take my chances” I say boldly.

“I think it is a wise choice. I thought you looked familiar. I ‘interned’ there for a summer. So sign here and you will be held for at least three days in the dungeon in the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey and if you choose to rescind permission you may do so within that 72 hour period.”

“Let me read the fine print” I wisely say.

“Allow me to save us both of us time” he replies. “If you don’t sign now by this time tomorrow you will be on your way to a week of solitary confinement in a hot box at the IMF Women’s Correction Farm and your sentence goes from 10 years to 15. Do you have any questions?”

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As I sign my life away I ask “Are you ‘The Hanging Tree’?”

“No, he is my uncle. I am Tom’s brother.”

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“You were both named ‘Thomas’?”

“Yes and my three young brothers were too. Mom wasn’t the ‘brightest bulb in the room, but she was hell of a fine fuck. I miss her. Anyway dad thought it would be easier on his sister- I mean mom- naming us all Tom so she wouldn’t have to remember five different names. I can't wait to see those melons bouncing on your ribs when you are crucified.”

I suppose I should be flattered. After I scrawl my name on the document I haven’t read Thomas Harding Tree calls Thomas Harold Tree over. He tells me to stand and cuffs my wrists behind my back then locks a collar around my neck. I don’t even bother to ask if Thomas Harold Tree is the ‘THT’. I get it that nepotism is alive and well at Scandals Resort! He clips a lead to my collar and leads me out of the processing center and though the crowds in the harbor square.

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My visit to the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey Dungeon Intake Center was less than pleasant.

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Oh, did those assholes just piss on my hood?!?!?!

Tree is appalled Barb would even bring such a topic up! Next we catch up with her sister cruxettes and going on there…



Tree
My exercise text on evening.
 
Eulalia’s civet bean production has unexplainably fallen off. She has still been fed the same amount beans but the quantity and quality has been steadily declining. Eul was given a choice by Mistresses Julie and Melissa that she is crucified for a period of at least 24 hours but not more than 72 hours or she could be retired to a breeding farm where when she could no longer produce she would be swiftly beheaded and her carcass would be tossed in a pen with wild boars to be devoured as pig food.

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Eul thought this was terribly unfair- not because as a slave her Mistresses can do whatever they wish with her but that she had to make a choice! She accepted crucifixion knowing there was a real possibility she may not survive the ordeal.

Eul is packed in a cage with the other civet slaves looking on.

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She is loaded in the hold of a cargo ship that would transport Eul and supplies to Scandals Resort.

Melissa would fly on her Lear jet to the resort while Eul swelters in the ship’s hold. During the two day journey locked in the cramped cage she had nothing to do but stew of the cruelness of her mistresses making her select her fate, sucking crewmember’s sweaty cocks if she wanted water or food, and staring at the crosses before her made of Messaline’s Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ knowing she would soon be nailed and hang from one!

On Scandals Resort Island Eul is harnessed up with the help of Mistress Melissa.

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She is hitched to the cart with none other than Tree himself riding and driving her on. He takes the long route to the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey taking her past Golgotha where soon she will be crucified. Three randomly selected women, all guests of the resort hang crucified with the same sentence (24 to 72 hours) writhe on their crosses!

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(Editor’s note: The one in the middle is the mistress of a ‘sugar-daddy’ twice her age and her selection was somewhat less than ‘random’ but money does indeed talk!!!)

Seeing the women crucified reminds me of when Tree crucified me almost six years ago. I was amazed at the pain of being nailed to the cross, the shock of the cross dropping into the hole, and then the unending pain as I hung naked before the crowd that had no concern for the agony I was in. To them it was just one grand street party with me just the centerpiece decoration.

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Then I was to be crucified for ‘just’ 24 hours and as the end drew near I began doubting I could make it. What if I get 72 hours? There is no way I can make that! I’m older now and “OWWWW!!!”

Tree used his buggy whip to knock one of the bells that was clamped to my nipples off. The whip looks like a toy compared to some of the tools I have been whipped with but he seems to have a firm command on how to make the most of it! I turn and glare at him.

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He says “Get that pony slave-cunt of yours moving or you will get more. It’s almost happy hour at the abbey!”

He seems to have different priorities than I!

-Eulalia, for now still a civet slave-bard…

So where is Sister Emily? We will find out in the next episode…



Tree
 
(Editor’s note: The one in the middle is the mistress of a ‘sugar-daddy’ twice her age and her selection was somewhat less than ‘random’ but money does indeed talk!!!)


Tree

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Tree had 'help' with his random number generator ;)

Prof Wragg
 
Seeing the women crucified reminds me of when Tree crucified me almost six years ago. I was amazed at the pain of being nailed to the cross, the shock of the cross dropping into the hole, and then the unending pain as I hung naked before the crowd that had no concern for the agony I was in

Yes ! Dont believe those who say that there are wonderful sensations , that we're lucky women !
It's horrible in fact and you've only a wish : to die !!! You're supplying that your legs could be broken to stop the torture !

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I forgot to mention the three crucified are by Bobinder!!! I had nothing to do with it!!!
I suspect you have moved mountains to create the new horizon!
 
I am convicted a jury of my peers and am ‘birched’ by the same before my sentence is handed down.

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Archbishop Despard orders me to be crucified with three other equally deserving wenches on a hill called Golgotha on an island called Scandals Resort.
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I have heard of Golgotha but have never been to a resort though I have seen advertisements for them. Am I on a collision course with Heaven and Hell? Two of the sisters I entered the convent with prepare to be shipped to this resort.

One says “I think this cunt is getting better than she deserves.”

The other says “The damn slut lusts the cross more than the cocks she seduces!”

I hang my head and say nothing. If I denied what they said I would be lying!

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That afternoon I am bound and set in the front yard of the convent with an overnight DHL shipping tag wired to my big toe. I guess I might see the Caribbean before I die after all… or at least while I do…

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Sister Emily

Tree
 
Something that I dont understand : since a long time ago, Messa was dreaming to be crucified by bobinder, and now that it's done, she's crying !!!:eek:
 

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I am soon to be crucified. I practically orchestrated receiving this punishment and am so grateful I am painfully punished in the days leading up to my crucifixion.

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As the iron horse I pray both thanks for the relentless torment of my loins and that I receive the full 72 hours nailed to the cross!

-Sister Emily of the Sisters of Adulation of the Cross

I wonder what Messa is doing…

This dungeon is so hot sweat coats my body and sprays when my beautiful breasts are whipped!

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I hope I do not overshadow the other women I crucified with. It is not fair to them!!!

-Messa

She is far too hard on herself!

My wrists hold my arms above my head as I stand naked in the dimly lit room. It is hot and humid and the air reeks of urine and excrement. There is a whip draped over a chair with its braided leather darkly stained. I suspect it is with women’s blood and fear mine will be added to it soon.

My fears are confirmed when Dean Despard Wragg V walks in, picks up the whip, and after a few ‘practice’ snaps on the soiled cement floor asks “Shall we begin, Ms. Moore?”

Defiantly I say “I’ve nothing better to do.”

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I add “Can you even handle something that big?”

…he could and did…

-Barbara Moore

She always pushes things a bit too far…

I am dressed in clothing more costly than I could make if I lived my youth for 1000 years. I am served food tastier than I have imagined. I drink something called ‘fine wine’. Across the table from me is a man wearing an unlined leather coat and a straw hat of off an odd design. I am confused by my unfamiliar surroundings and don’t recognize him at first. Then it comes back to me. I was to be crucified for 24 hours and some thugs wanted me dead for reasons I don’t know. I came out of the coffee shop and they demanded I come to them.

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This same guy named Tree leaned against a utility pole sipping his coffee, reached for his pistol, and said I was his bounty. They backed off!

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I hate to interrupt here but there are many new members. From Eul’s perspective the story is true but the coffee was a 50/50 mix of coffee and Seagram’s- Tree’s breakfast- and it took him two tries to slip his hand under his jacket to reach his Glock pistol. They backed off because Bull and Gunner were packing large caliber fully automatic weapons with endless belts of ammunition and had them flanked. But Tree is writing this thread so I will get out of the way.

-Ulrika

“Are you going to crucify me again” I ask.

“Yes I am, Eul” he replies.

“I have a better idea how to spend the night” I purr.

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-Eulalia

Umm… OK...

Tree
 
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