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Roxie Is Tagged
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Wragg, you look so much younger than Pp had imagined. Perhaps it is the touch of a maiden fair that has lifted the years from your care-worn shoulders.
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Not even Wragg
It is Festival Time at the University of the Virgin Martyrs in Minneapolis-St. Paul. Barb and Siss are already dragging their crosses though the drunken crowd of frat boys and media folks that act indignant but record everything…
“Do I look ok?” I ask.
“Oh, yes, Roxie. The only way that cross could look better is if I was carrying it!” Messa said. She tugged my tag and slapped my ass and told me “Do me proud, my darling!”
“I promise I will” I reply…
Roxie
Tree
“Do I look ok?” I ask.
“Oh, yes, Roxie. The only way that cross could look better is if I was carrying it!” Messa said. She tugged my tag and slapped my ass and told me “Do me proud, my darling!”
“I promise I will” I reply…
Roxie
Tree
Siss, you know it would help a lot if you stopped kissing my hip and carried your own cross. Just saying.
The doors open before me and I step towards the sunlight. I feel terrible that Barb and Siss got wrapped up in this.
This would never have happened except I had casually mentioned it would be exciting to have my own tag…
The women had been allowed a conjugal visit the evening before their crucifixion. Tree would like to take credit for convincing the fair and just Judge Admi for allowing it but it probably had more to with the rodent agreeing to split the profits of the film rights. They should be substantial as the women had sex in the shower…
Then in bed they looked up at the ever present camera and Barb said “Enjoy this because it will be better than the dance we do tomorrow.”
Siss and Roxie laughed. We will have to wait and see if it really was…
Tree
This would never have happened except I had casually mentioned it would be exciting to have my own tag…
The women had been allowed a conjugal visit the evening before their crucifixion. Tree would like to take credit for convincing the fair and just Judge Admi for allowing it but it probably had more to with the rodent agreeing to split the profits of the film rights. They should be substantial as the women had sex in the shower…
Then in bed they looked up at the ever present camera and Barb said “Enjoy this because it will be better than the dance we do tomorrow.”
Siss and Roxie laughed. We will have to wait and see if it really was…
Tree
View attachment 187224 Now, that's what I call a fun post....mmmmmmmmmmm
Fun for you and fun for us!
In this time of peril for our three ladies Tree wishes to acknowledge Barb originally posted both the Gif and the jpeg...View attachment 187224 Now, that's what I call a fun post....mmmmmmmmmmm
...she will need all the comfort she can get soon enough...
You can tell this is all taking place on a university campus....
Tree is including references...
... how academic of him
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Pp notices Barb's feet...again...like a fighting hen with spurs.....he couldn't say fighting cock, could he.....perhaps he should have said chicken....be in strife anyway..You can tell this is all taking place on a university campus....
Tree is including references...
View attachment 187229 ... how academic of him
A quarter mile ahead of Roxie Professor Barbaria Moore dragged her cross through the crowd. Siss led her by the same amount. The ‘University of the Virgin Martyrs Spring Festival’ is always a big event but having Professor Barbaria Moore’s execution by crucifixion made for record crowds in the Minneapolis-St. Paul region.
Barbaria did not seem comforted by the turnout. Even with the cross made of ‘Premium French Kiln-dried Crux Wood’ it was heavy and her shoulders were not accustomed to dragging the implement of her demise down Grand Avenue in St. Paul, Minn.
Even though her crucifixion was hours away Barbaria was dragging her cross down the boulevard at 10 AM. A native of the northern states the weather usually would have felt almost balmy but she had no shoes or shirt and she felt cold.
She passed a McDonald’s and knew the sign on the door said ‘No shoes, No shoes, No service’. Barb thought ‘I don’t even have pants… how would that go over at the drive-through window?’.
A reporter from the “Crux Chronicle” pushes through the crowd and asks what I am thinking. I let go of the cross with my right hand and give him the ‘middle finger salute’ just as his rodent photographer takes my picture.
“Got it! Thanks, Barb” the rodent says as he scampers off…
Tree
Barbaria did not seem comforted by the turnout. Even with the cross made of ‘Premium French Kiln-dried Crux Wood’ it was heavy and her shoulders were not accustomed to dragging the implement of her demise down Grand Avenue in St. Paul, Minn.
Even though her crucifixion was hours away Barbaria was dragging her cross down the boulevard at 10 AM. A native of the northern states the weather usually would have felt almost balmy but she had no shoes or shirt and she felt cold.
She passed a McDonald’s and knew the sign on the door said ‘No shoes, No shoes, No service’. Barb thought ‘I don’t even have pants… how would that go over at the drive-through window?’.
A reporter from the “Crux Chronicle” pushes through the crowd and asks what I am thinking. I let go of the cross with my right hand and give him the ‘middle finger salute’ just as his rodent photographer takes my picture.
“Got it! Thanks, Barb” the rodent says as he scampers off…
Tree
Very clever and nice detailing Tree....‘Premium French Kiln-dried Crux Wood’ made me laugh, as did the idea of walking up naked to the McD's drive-through window, resting my cross against the wall, and asking for a burger and fries; but the best part was giving the Crux Chronicle reporter the "middle finger salute" ... giggle
Never thought about doing a cross-carry drive through picture before...
...might have to work on that...
Tree
...might have to work on that...
Tree
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Very clever and nice detailing Tree....‘Premium French Kiln-dried Crux Wood’ made me laugh....
Please Tree, nail this disrecpectful girl , laughing about the "top of ‘Premium French Kiln-dried Crux Wood’" , with square nails to do her most suffering !!!
Messa is regarding the ‘University of the Virgin Martyrs Spring Festival’ : nothing could escape to her sagacity !
This Barb, so-called "professor", is here to do the promotion of Messa' French wood , not to laugh !!!
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Pp trusts that Messa will receive a suitable commission on all sales of Premium French kiln-dried crux wood. Perhaps a personal crucifiction for each 10 crosses sold.Please Tree, nail this disrecpectful girl , laughing about the "top of ‘Premium French Kiln-dried Crux Wood’" , with square nails to do her most suffering !!!
Messa is regarding the ‘University of the Virgin Martyrs Spring Festival’ : nothing could escape to her sagacity !
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This Barb, so-called "professor", is here to do the promotion of Messa' French wood , not to laugh !!!
The people running the University of the Virgin Martyrs knew to milk the crucifixion of Barb, Siss, and Roxie. On Monday, May 4, the Spring Festival opened at 11 AM. Usually the crowd was sparse until late afternoon but when it was announced that the women would carry their crosses the ten blocks down Grand Avenue where the festival would be held starting at noon even though the women would not be crucified and raised until 6:30 that evening. To keep the interest up instead of sending the three women together the three women were sent down the street one at a time through the packed boulevard. Siss had been sent first through the crowd.
It would take her more than an hour to cover the quarter mile…
I had often wondered what it would be like to be condemned to the cross and forced to carry it to the site of my execution. In fact that night at Barb’s house after we did the mock arrest of Roxie…
…and before we went to bed I walked by a mirror and posed as if I was carrying a cross.
I wondered how Roxie felt that although she did not the date of her crucifixion the metal tag that hung from her labia was a constant reminder she was on borrowed time. Little did I know later that night I would be arrested and later condemned to die on the cross.
Now I drag my cross through the throngs. Officials and police are doing their best to keep them back but in the first few blocks I have been groped and spat on more than I had ever been in my whole life. Progress is slow as wedges of policemen have to part the crowd so I can carry the cross down the ten block journey.
We weren’t served breakfast this morning. I drag this cross past vendors cooking hotdogs, hamburgers, gyros… I have to stop thinking of food.
When I started this journey I thought despite the size of the cross the Messaline’s Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ wasn’t that heavy but after dragging it only half the distance it was getting heavier as it digs into my shoulder. The base of the stipe telegraphed every imperfection of the road up its length and into my flesh.
I ask one of the officers if he could help me change shoulders the cross sits on. He tells me “I am doing crowd control and ain’t touching it, Lady.” That’s the nicest thing I have been called in a while. With nothing else to do I have counted the blocks as I walk to the site. I know I have to carry it ten blocks. As I pass the fourth cross street I see a bank that has a display that flashes time and temperate. It says ’12:34’ and ‘74°F’. I’m sweating like it is 100! At block five I hear someone calling my name.
“Siss… Siss… Little Siss… Look up hear… Smile…”
It is Messa and she has perch above the crowd and takes pictures of me. She calls down and says “Siss, you make my wood look so beautiful!!!”
I am so happy she likes how her cross wood looks…
Siss
Tree
It would take her more than an hour to cover the quarter mile…
I had often wondered what it would be like to be condemned to the cross and forced to carry it to the site of my execution. In fact that night at Barb’s house after we did the mock arrest of Roxie…
…and before we went to bed I walked by a mirror and posed as if I was carrying a cross.
I wondered how Roxie felt that although she did not the date of her crucifixion the metal tag that hung from her labia was a constant reminder she was on borrowed time. Little did I know later that night I would be arrested and later condemned to die on the cross.
Now I drag my cross through the throngs. Officials and police are doing their best to keep them back but in the first few blocks I have been groped and spat on more than I had ever been in my whole life. Progress is slow as wedges of policemen have to part the crowd so I can carry the cross down the ten block journey.
We weren’t served breakfast this morning. I drag this cross past vendors cooking hotdogs, hamburgers, gyros… I have to stop thinking of food.
When I started this journey I thought despite the size of the cross the Messaline’s Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ wasn’t that heavy but after dragging it only half the distance it was getting heavier as it digs into my shoulder. The base of the stipe telegraphed every imperfection of the road up its length and into my flesh.
I ask one of the officers if he could help me change shoulders the cross sits on. He tells me “I am doing crowd control and ain’t touching it, Lady.” That’s the nicest thing I have been called in a while. With nothing else to do I have counted the blocks as I walk to the site. I know I have to carry it ten blocks. As I pass the fourth cross street I see a bank that has a display that flashes time and temperate. It says ’12:34’ and ‘74°F’. I’m sweating like it is 100! At block five I hear someone calling my name.
“Siss… Siss… Little Siss… Look up hear… Smile…”
It is Messa and she has perch above the crowd and takes pictures of me. She calls down and says “Siss, you make my wood look so beautiful!!!”
I am so happy she likes how her cross wood looks…
Siss
Tree
I do know what it feels like to be tagged. With every step I take the metal tag sways and slap my thighs. Sometimes it sticks as the University of the Virgin Martyrs did not want us to have our ‘no virgin’ fuck required by the IMF to be performed before the festival crowd so Roxie, Barb, and I were raped before we left the building with our crosses. It is somewhat ironic it was done in a ‘family planning’ office. I drew Bull. He was as gentle as he could be considering how ‘endowed’ he is.
The last block of the walk is lined off for the media. There is no hiding from the cameras…
You may wonder why I would carry the cross I would be nailed to and hang from to my death. I did too. But I am alive right now. I do not want to die but my body does not want to hurt any more than it has too. There are two escorts off camera that hold vicious whips; one of them is Joan Tree- she knows how to use it. My brain tells me to make her beat me senseless but my body says ‘no’…
Siss
Tree
The last block of the walk is lined off for the media. There is no hiding from the cameras…
You may wonder why I would carry the cross I would be nailed to and hang from to my death. I did too. But I am alive right now. I do not want to die but my body does not want to hurt any more than it has too. There are two escorts off camera that hold vicious whips; one of them is Joan Tree- she knows how to use it. My brain tells me to make her beat me senseless but my body says ‘no’…
Siss
Tree