None of the ladies seem as remorseful as I thought they would be...
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I do my best...View attachment 554412Tree is as poor a judge of women as he is a defense attorney.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Tree isn't a defense attorney, only a good professional crucifer ... but it could be linked, in fact !View attachment 554412Tree is as poor a judge of women as he is a defense attorney.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
This crucifixion is not like my Anjou Tours™ or even being crucified for Madame Judith’s parties. While those are taxing events they are in a controlled environment. This is not in my control at all! I am in the middle of the seven woman chain and am being marched to be nailed to a cross. My bare feet scream in pain as they tread over sharp stones. If any of us dare hesitate all of us are whipped!
We arrive at the hill top and the chains are removed from my neck and I am hustled to a cross. Two guards wrestle me onto a cross even as I beg them to take it easy.
They don’t and quickly I find my bum parked on the stipe of a cross I am to be nailed to! I try to catch my breath but a guard grabs my hair and orders me to stretch out and accept my fate.
There is nothing to be gained by resisting. I slide down the stipe and surrender my arms. Everyone around me is in costume of Roman times in Judea and the surrounding are like a movie set of that era. Little did I know this is how they dress in whatever part of the world I am in and the area is not a screen setting! This is how they live!
I of course have been crucified before but never nailed to a cross. It doesn’t take long but the best I can describe is I have never felt such pain as the square spikes were driven through my wrists. I lay on the cross unaware they are positioning my feet over the stipe for the third spike.
As bad as the spikes through my wrists were, the spike driving through my feet overshadows even the pain from my wrists being nailed! I slowly come around realizing what has been done to me. Searing pain runs from my limbs and consumes me with agony. I try to move before I find I am one with the cross. Oh, how do I hurt!
Ropes are fixed to the cross beam and guards prepare to raise me with the cross. There is an inhuman howl to my left as Laetitia’s cross slams into the hole. This is going to be bad I think as they lift the cross.
As the cross swings up Messa’s body slides down the stipe until her arms are pulled straight between the spikes and her shoulders. The pain from the spikes twisting in her wrists seems intolerable but then the cross begins its fall into hole. It bottoms with a hard thud and her body swings out stopped only by the three spikes in her wrists and feet.
Time and place is meaningless. I am hanging from spikes nailed to a cross. What happens now?
-Messa
Tree
We arrive at the hill top and the chains are removed from my neck and I am hustled to a cross. Two guards wrestle me onto a cross even as I beg them to take it easy.
They don’t and quickly I find my bum parked on the stipe of a cross I am to be nailed to! I try to catch my breath but a guard grabs my hair and orders me to stretch out and accept my fate.
There is nothing to be gained by resisting. I slide down the stipe and surrender my arms. Everyone around me is in costume of Roman times in Judea and the surrounding are like a movie set of that era. Little did I know this is how they dress in whatever part of the world I am in and the area is not a screen setting! This is how they live!
I of course have been crucified before but never nailed to a cross. It doesn’t take long but the best I can describe is I have never felt such pain as the square spikes were driven through my wrists. I lay on the cross unaware they are positioning my feet over the stipe for the third spike.
As bad as the spikes through my wrists were, the spike driving through my feet overshadows even the pain from my wrists being nailed! I slowly come around realizing what has been done to me. Searing pain runs from my limbs and consumes me with agony. I try to move before I find I am one with the cross. Oh, how do I hurt!
Ropes are fixed to the cross beam and guards prepare to raise me with the cross. There is an inhuman howl to my left as Laetitia’s cross slams into the hole. This is going to be bad I think as they lift the cross.
As the cross swings up Messa’s body slides down the stipe until her arms are pulled straight between the spikes and her shoulders. The pain from the spikes twisting in her wrists seems intolerable but then the cross begins its fall into hole. It bottoms with a hard thud and her body swings out stopped only by the three spikes in her wrists and feet.
Time and place is meaningless. I am hanging from spikes nailed to a cross. What happens now?
-Messa
Tree
And good to have the Tree-exercise-texts back.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Nobody, if he (she) hasn't lived that, can describe what are these Like I said " I try to move before I find I am one with the cross. Oh, how do I hurt!" : one with this piece of wood ! But how people could imagine such a kind of execution ?!!!
Tree, I've nothing against you : be sure that I pardon you , you're so much professional into your work so much quickly done !
Perhaps that it's my fault : I was so much dreaming of this crucifixion and so much waiting to it ...
Now, I'm raising up to these crowd : some are benevolent and pitying me ... some other are teasing, even telling that I deserve !
Anyway, I'm there, now, for many hours : I cant forget my pain, only trying to be accustomed with it ...
I'll be proud , if I can ... I can doubt ... It's so much awful !!!
Tree doing what he does best!
There is no sense to be found in the barbaric crucifixions inflicted upon these women by the statesmen of the the Northwest Arkansas tribe. While sane people will abhor these brutal executions the tribe watches the women's torturous deaths entertained by their suffering. And it is not just the men entertained by their agony. Slave women and servants wonder what it would take to suffer the the same fate!wonderf... horrible sufferings that a nailed crucifixion is bringing to the body !!!
Like I said " I try to move before I find I am one with the cross. Oh, how do I hurt!" : one with this piece of wood ! But how people could imagine such a kind of execution ?!!!
Tree, I've nothing against you : be sure that I pardon you , you're so much professional into your work so much quickly done !
Perhaps that it's my fault : I was so much dreaming of this crucifixion and so much waiting to it ...
Now, I'm raising up to these crowd : some are benevolent and pitying me ... some other are teasing, even telling that I deserve !
Anyway, I'm there, now, for many hours : I cant forget my pain, only trying to be accustomed with it ...
I'll be proud , if I can ... I can doubt ... It's so much awful !!!
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
Perhaps to write some text ?
....... I'm hopelessly searching my Judith among the crowd , but she's even not there !
Quit whining, Messa; she went to the hospitality tent for dinner. She'll be back...Perhaps to write some text ?
....... I'm hopelessly searching my Judith among the crowd , but she's even not there !
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Possibly the best part - that first touch of wood to bare bottom. The moment of anticipation as she is laid back. Hot stuff.
I don’t remember why I am hanging nailed to this cross. I only know I have never felt such agony that rips through my body now. I move as much as I can to find some relief for my body pinned by the three spikes but any comfort I find in one place is replaced by burning pain elsewhere. The bastards watching me enjoy my endless torment. I am doomed to die on this cross.
-Marcella
I walk up to Barb’s cross. She looks damn good for being nailed to it as long as she has been. Yeah, she shows a bit of wear but crucifixion will do that to anyone. I look up and ask how she’s doing.
“How the hell do you think I am doing” I yell at him. “I’m nailed to this damn thing to die and you can’t even get that done right!”
“I had nothing to do with what happened here” he replies. “I just happened by and stopped to look.”
“I hope you like what you see” I say in gasping breaths.
“You look good to me” he says as he turns to leave.
I watch him walk away and cry “You can’t leave me here!”
“I didn’t put you there so I can’t take you from the cross” he says as he walks away.
He fades into the crowd that looks like Romans and disappears. Was he even here?
He’s gone. Was he even here? I would swear this is just a very bad nightmare except for the pain that wracks my body.
-Barbara
Tree
-Marcella
I walk up to Barb’s cross. She looks damn good for being nailed to it as long as she has been. Yeah, she shows a bit of wear but crucifixion will do that to anyone. I look up and ask how she’s doing.
“How the hell do you think I am doing” I yell at him. “I’m nailed to this damn thing to die and you can’t even get that done right!”
“I had nothing to do with what happened here” he replies. “I just happened by and stopped to look.”
“I hope you like what you see” I say in gasping breaths.
“You look good to me” he says as he turns to leave.
I watch him walk away and cry “You can’t leave me here!”
“I didn’t put you there so I can’t take you from the cross” he says as he walks away.
He fades into the crowd that looks like Romans and disappears. Was he even here?
He’s gone. Was he even here? I would swear this is just a very bad nightmare except for the pain that wracks my body.
-Barbara
Tree
I walk up to Barb’s cross. She looks damn good for being nailed to it as long as she has been. Yeah, she shows a bit of wear but crucifixion will do that to anyone. I look up and ask how she’s doing.
“How the hell do you think I am doing” I yell at him. “I’m nailed to this damn thing to die and you can’t even get that done right!”
This guy always asks the most brilliant questions ....
Yeah, yeah. You just nail 'em and leave 'em. No responsibility, right?
Sometimes I can be a little "needy"....
He fades into the crowd that looks like Romans and disappears. Was he even here?
Romans? What Romans? Don't tell me those guys on the Cunnilungus have turned up here! Geez!
He’s gone. Was he even here? I would swear this is just a very bad nightmare except for the pain that wracks my body.
On a Tree thread one can have nightmares in broad daylight ... come to think of it, most Tree threads are nightmares!
I am going to try to calm my nerves by watching that little trickle of blood make its way down my arm and onto my breast. It is so slow. Taking forever. Not unlike my time on this cross! 
Nice post, Tree!
It's easy when one uses good subject matter!Nice post, Tree!
Tree
...what's the problem? She's crucified meat not a person...
