connoisseurs
Senator
I´m really delighted about all these woman and their modesty and their striving for decency - so much the better to deny it
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Summer at the Tree estate
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I´m really delighted about all these woman and their modesty and their striving for decency - so much the better to deny it
Night seems to last forever. I am exhausted yet cannot sleep. I talk with the naked guard lady.
I don’t think she is really here but it helps pass the time.
Dawn arrives. I can’t get a good look at my feet but I know they are messed up. I really don’t feel them except for the pain when I move.
Below me is a video camera. I presume it has been there the whole time but I have just noticed it. I cringe at the thought of what images of me it is taking.
I push my hips out and try to piss on it.
Either it is farther away than it looks or I just can’t pee far enough. I hope they like the view I gave them.
Tree comes up. It is still early morning and he already has a drink in his hand. He looks me over and comments “The rain washed you off pretty well."
“That’s wonderful. I guess I’ll look better on TV” I snap back.
“You looked fine before.”
I grunt as I move then ask “Are you ‘the boss’?”
“I guess so. I own the place and pay everyone. Why” he asks.
“One guard told me he couldn’t kill me without permission from the boss. How about showing some mercy and put me out of my misery right now” I reply.
“Not a chance in hell… You serve your whole sentence on the cross.”
“You son of a bitch! You just enjoy watching me suffer” I yell the best I can.
“Whatever you think… Any way you cut it you are serving your sentence” he says as he staggers away.
I glare at him as he shuffles away.
I fight a bit with cross. It gets me nowhere and hurts like hell. I grimace as I realize I am going to hang here until I die.
This is so unjust!
-Barb Moore
I don’t think she is really here but it helps pass the time.
Dawn arrives. I can’t get a good look at my feet but I know they are messed up. I really don’t feel them except for the pain when I move.
Below me is a video camera. I presume it has been there the whole time but I have just noticed it. I cringe at the thought of what images of me it is taking.
I push my hips out and try to piss on it.
Either it is farther away than it looks or I just can’t pee far enough. I hope they like the view I gave them.
Tree comes up. It is still early morning and he already has a drink in his hand. He looks me over and comments “The rain washed you off pretty well."
“That’s wonderful. I guess I’ll look better on TV” I snap back.
“You looked fine before.”
I grunt as I move then ask “Are you ‘the boss’?”
“I guess so. I own the place and pay everyone. Why” he asks.
“One guard told me he couldn’t kill me without permission from the boss. How about showing some mercy and put me out of my misery right now” I reply.
“Not a chance in hell… You serve your whole sentence on the cross.”
“You son of a bitch! You just enjoy watching me suffer” I yell the best I can.
“Whatever you think… Any way you cut it you are serving your sentence” he says as he staggers away.
I glare at him as he shuffles away.
I fight a bit with cross. It gets me nowhere and hurts like hell. I grimace as I realize I am going to hang here until I die.
This is so unjust!
-Barb Moore
connoisseurs
Senator
absolutely great, especially the last pic. (Scraping along the demerits I won´t mention the camera
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connoisseurs
Senator
Wouldn´t that be the right poster for Tree?
Tree has listened too much to connoisseurs. A bad combination, those two!
“You son of a bitch! You just enjoy watching me suffer” I yell the best I can.
And this is going to go on forever, isn’t it?
connoisseurs
Senator
Tree has listened too much to connoisseurs. A bad combination, those two!
Coming from you - thanks!!!
I'm the odd one out then - at least, it wouldn't count very high on my
'things to worry about while I'm on the cross' list. As Tree knows well,
in my modern-day fantasies I'm expecting jumbo screens all around the arena,
showing giant close-ups of all our agonies - no doubt zooming in from time to time
(in more senses than one
)
connoisseurs
Senator
I'm the odd one out then - at least, it wouldn't count very high on my
'things to worry about while I'm on the cross' list. As Tree knows well,
in my modern-day fantasies I'm expecting jumbo screens all around the arena,
showing giant close-ups of all our agonies - no doubt zooming in from time to time
(in more senses than one
Just my girl!
Do I see a little resemblance here?
That's the right!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
"Ferocies bestiae " in Latin .....
But what animals ? This one ( termite ?) ?
..... hum, Messa sells only Premium French Crucifixion Wood , without any termite in it !!!
Sorry to interrupt but here is the next chapter...
The second day on the cross is drawing to an end. Barbara hangs crucified with her only freedoms being able to breathe and writhe in pain.
I am all but dead and doubt I am far from that. Breathing hurts and my mind is clouded with the pain that wracks my body. No one but a guard looks at me. There is no crowd… no spectators… I am alone to die nailed to this cross.
Before night is over if I am not dead I will be quite insane. I look up and again beg “God, damn me to hell but let me die…”
-Barbara Moore
The second day on the cross is drawing to an end. Barbara hangs crucified with her only freedoms being able to breathe and writhe in pain.
I am all but dead and doubt I am far from that. Breathing hurts and my mind is clouded with the pain that wracks my body. No one but a guard looks at me. There is no crowd… no spectators… I am alone to die nailed to this cross.
Before night is over if I am not dead I will be quite insane. I look up and again beg “God, damn me to hell but let me die…”
-Barbara Moore
connoisseurs
Senator
I would love for a wonder to happen that rescues her so that you can start over (and over and over)
I am all but dead and doubt I am far from that. Breathing hurts and my mind is clouded with the pain that wracks my body. No one but a guard looks at me. There is no crowd… no spectators… I am alone to die nailed to this cross.
I think I am starting to sound and look a little desperate .... I wish someone would notice and rescue me!
connoisseurs
Senator
Sorry but I never mess with current relationships. Though I would love to cover (lit.) your
Well... read on...
It has become dark on the second day Barbara has been crucified. She hasn’t moved in a while. Thirty-six hours after her cross was raised. Her still body is lowered from cross. There is no response.
I wake wondering where I am. The cowboy is leaning against the wall looking at my naked body as I lounge on a bed.
I ask “Am I in heaven or hell?”
“You are in my house at the Tree estate” he replies. “You aren’t dead.”
“How long have I been here?”
“A week… you have been sedated since you were taken down. Your wounds are healing well. They didn’t even do surgery on your feet” he explains.
“Am I free to go” I ask.
“I won’t stop you but the doctors say you shouldn’t walk at all for another two weeks.”
“So what can I do?”
Tree says “Anything you can do on that bed. A nurse will help you get to the restroom.”
I look over my body and notice I am clean. I look at him and say “I can have sex?”
“If that’s what you want” he replies.
“I’ve never fucked my executioner. Are you up for it?”
-Barbara Moore
The end…
Surprised???
Tree
connoisseurs
Senator
Definitely surprised. And these pics? Awesome, above all, the first.
Watch out with her
“I’ve never fucked my executioner. Are you up for it?”
“up for it” is the critical phrase here ....
HE WAS
connoisseurs
Senator
“up for it” is the critical phrase here ....
HE WAS
See Tree? Like I told you. Make a pause bevor the last drink. It could be worth it.