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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.
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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…

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…and before we went to bed I walked by a mirror and posed as if I was carrying a cross.

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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!!!”

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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…
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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

I have to say, after viewing today's posts on this thread, that Tree deserves a lot of credit for the incredible amount of time, effort, thought and workmanship that go into what he contributes to our site. The kind of plotting, attention to detail, humor, and of course the horrors inflicted on his ever-suffering favorite victims keep us all entertained here on cf every day. We often don't take the time to say it, but it's great Tree ... don't ever stop!

Barbaria
 
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UP YOURS? YOU'LL BE UP ON YOURS SOON ENOUGH, BARB!

By Rupert Wragg
Picture: R. Rodent


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The streets of Minneapolis have never seen anything like this! Barbara Moore, a once-respected Professor at the University of the Virgin Martyrs, who once processed through the city in full academic regalia, is now stripped nude and carrying her cross slowly towards her own crucifixion.

I asked her how she was feeling about this rather dramatic volte-face in her fortunes. Not too happy, evidently, as all I got by way of a reply was an 'up yours' gesture.

Is your intrepid reporter dismayed by this rebuff from one in the buff? Nope. It made her look even sexier, really. Watching the movements of her breasts as she struggled with the timber, I'd have forgiven her anything.

By God, is she ever going to look good, stretched out and raised in front of the whole city. I'm so excited I can scarcely breathe! And we'll make sure that the rodent is on hand to bring you the latest pictures of her on her cross!

But she'll have to wait a bit - it looks like Siss will be up before her!

The crowd is buzzing with the thrill of it all! But that's partly the way Tree tells the story!
 
It took Siss a bit over an hour to cover the quarter-mile or so through the festival crowd on Grand Avenue. Stage hands took the cross from her and she was taken to a building near the stage where she was heavily restrained. She flexed her arms within the chains and asked the IMF goons “What are you worried about; I might jerk you off or suck your cocks? You would never be so lucky.”

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They blindfold and left her to stare into the black silk.

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Some 30 minutes later Professor Moore was escorted in with her hands cuffed behind her back. She looked over at Siss and said “It wasn’t a bad day for a walk for early May in Minneapolis-St. Paul, was it?”

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“If one more person grabbed my tits I would be looking forward to being crucified! What took you so long?” Siss asked.

“I got interviewed by a reporter from the Crux Chronicle” Barb replied as she too was blindfolded…

Another entourage of guards entered the room bringing the already blindfolded and cuffed Roxie into the room. As they left Siss said “Hi, Rox, glad you could join us.”

“Siss? Is that you? I’m blindfolded.”

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“So am I”

“How did you know it was me?” Roxie asked as she had yet to say anything before Siss’ greeting.

“I had my nose and tongue in your condemned cunt all last night when Barb didn’t hers there. I can’t see but I can still smell!” Siss exclaimed.

“You are mad at me! I can’t blame you” Roxie said in a sad voice.

“What would I be mad at you about?” Siss demanded.

“Because of me you and Barb are going to be crucified soon.”

“Don’t be silly” Barb admonished “if you log on to Crux Forums sooner or later this is bound to happen. Anyway we get our revenge in the Rebellion of 2015.”

“I don’t know what that is but I think we will be dead long before it starts” Roxie said.

“Not really” Siss explained “it’s on a different thread…”


Tree
 
The flowers sprout as the naked slaves flee into the wooded hills.

April showers ... or so it goes.

Siss has been sent from 2315 ... she must stop this madness before all is lost.

Each year, in some form, this has happened in one way or another.

Cloth and synthetics will not transport, so ... Naked and alone she has come.

Is this a simple ruse or has she truly been defeated?

Possibly an implant or some computer wonder from the future?

What fate will, could or may be?

Or is this simply a dream?



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;)
 
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The flowers sprout as the naked slaves flee into the wooded hills.

April showers ... or so it goes.

Siss has been sent from 2315 ... she must stop this madness before all is lost.

Each year, in some form, this has happened in one way or another.

Cloth and synthetics will not transport, so ... Naked and alone she has come.

Is this a simple ruse or has she truly been defeated?

Possibly an implant or some computer wonder from the future?

What fate will, could or may be?

Or is this simply a dream?



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;)

Gasp!!! That pic Siss could launch a thousand rebellions, in the past, now, or in the future.:rolleyes::p:D

here the battle cry ...:mad:

LONG LIVE THE COMING REBELLION OF 2015


ok, back to Tree .... crucify us, make us martyrs!!! ... a day or reckoning shall come....;)
 
a day or reckoning shall come....;)

Perhaps a day of reckoning will come. It will be yours again, Barbaria, as it is obvious you are so lustful you type worse than Tree...
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...why is he picking on me???

'Leave me out of this, Tree. Do you have any more Madame Wu's?'
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Messa
 
a day or reckoning shall come....;)

Perhaps a day of reckoning will come. It will be yours again, Barbaria, as it is obvious you are so lustful you type worse than Tree...
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...why is he picking on me???

'Leave me out of this, Tree. Do you have any more Madame Wu's?'
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Messa

madame wu 10.jpg How about we settle this over a nice drink on the TreeHouse deck ... and see where that takes us?
 
“I had my nose and tongue in your condemned cunt all last night when Barb didn’t hers there. I can’t see but I can still smell!” Siss exclaimed."

Geeze Tree....give the girl a little dignity, why don't you :confused:
I am so confused... Isn't giving a 'girl a little dignity' an oxymoron???

Tree

...No, Ulrika, I don't know what 'dignity' means and 'oxymoron' is a laundry supplement... I think...
 
I am so confused... Isn't giving a 'girl a little dignity' an oxymoron???

Tree

...No, Ulrika, I don't know what 'dignity' means and 'oxymoron' is a laundry supplement... I think...

teaching.jpg Back to school for you....I think you need to repeat the 8th grade or take a refresher course
 
View attachment 187980 Back to school for you....I think you need to repeat the 8th grade or take a refresher course
Your execution is scheduled for 6 o'clock, Professor Moore. Do you want to spend your last 25 minutes teaching Tree English or would you like to play around (note the clock above)...

Tree

...does she have to play with you or can I fill in??? -Ulrika
 
Your execution is scheduled for 6 o'clock, Professor Moore. Do you want to spend your last 25 minutes teaching Tree English or would you like to play around (note the clock above)...

Tree

...does she have to play with you or can I fill in??? -Ulrika

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I have to say, after viewing today's posts on this thread, that Tree deserves a lot of credit for the incredible amount of time, effort, thought and workmanship that go into what he contributes to our site. The kind of plotting, attention to detail, humor, and of course the horrors inflicted on his ever-suffering favorite victims keep us all entertained here on cf every day. We often don't take the time to say it, but it's great Tree ... don't ever stop!

Barbaria

Agreed! Tree is a masterful weaver of intensely erotic stories!

He's responsible for my "tagging" which fills me with so much crux-fantasy-erotic stimulation...I cannot even describe how it excites me so!!!!! And his image of me was so wonderful I just had to use it as my avatar.

Thank you Tree!!!!! You helped me develop my true persona for this site!:D:bdsm-heart:

I can't wait until I'm crucified with Siss and Barb...with my metal tag of condemnation dangling from my pussy lips between spread thighs...glinting in the sun...presenting me, Roxie, naked, nailed to her cross, to the gathering crowd.

It makes me soooo horny to think on this.....

Only hope I inspire lots of erections in the men and make a lot of pussies wet with desire for what I'll be enduring!!!:D
 
The flowers sprout as the naked slaves flee into the wooded hills.

April showers ... or so it goes.

Siss has been sent from 2315 ... she must stop this madness before all is lost.

Each year, in some form, this has happened in one way or another.

Cloth and synthetics will not transport, so ... Naked and alone she has come.

Is this a simple ruse or has she truly been defeated?

Possibly an implant or some computer wonder from the future?

What fate will, could or may be?

Or is this simply a dream?



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;)

Sooo, sort of like a Terminator-trix, huh!

TK2000_1992_bhatty_500px.jpg She'll be back....!:D
 
Gasp!!! That pic Siss could launch a thousand rebellions, in the past, now, or in the future.:rolleyes::p:D

here the battle cry ...:mad:

LONG LIVE THE COMING REBELLION OF 2015


ok, back to Tree .... crucify us, make us martyrs!!! ... a day or reckoning shall come....;)
Yeah! Sac-up man!!!! Quit pussy-footing around! (Well...Barb...loved the toe sex last night...really quite novel...and fun!:D)

We're ready? Let's go out with our dignity intact ladies! Fuck these bastards and their prejudices! Heads up, backs straight, chests forward...unafraid...

Yeah...we're ready...fuck all of you!!!!!

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