An exploratory trip to the Land of Penance
In the mid-2020s, Barbara Moore had made a name for herself by publishing numerous books on the injustices women were subjected to under the various laws around the world. She was known well enough that the University of the Virgin Martyrs not only provided her housing but a rather opulent condominium overlooking the river that ran through town.
There were people that said Barbara was more interested in what happened to the women she researched than she was in improving their lots, but is hard to argue with the numerous best sellers she had published. Barbara insists her research is difficult and her goals are difficult in light of the laws and rules she confronts. She denies enjoying the work she puts in each book, explaining (but never detailing) the amount of research she puts in.
One evening doing research on the Crux Chronicle Platinum Channel she has (strictly for her research) she came across a ‘documentary’ recorded in a country she has never heard of named Tierra de Penitencia. Barbara is appalled at what she sees.
There is a young woman wearing only a loincloth carrying a cross before a crowd of onlookers that hardly seem sympathetic to what is happening to her.
In fact, Barb thought the onlookers seemed to show distain toward the woman. The woman gets to the top of a sandy hill where a crew of men take the cross from her shoulder and lay it on the ground. The woman begs “Don’t do this to me” but the man in charge says “You have been sentenced to death and you will experience the tortures of the cross before your death takes you.”
The woman is laid on the cross not looking at all willing to cooperate with what the men have in mind for her. She pleads “Don’t crucify me” but the men spread her arms and readies a pair of huge spikes.
With the swing of a pair of mallets, the spikes are driven through her wrists and into the wood beneath them.
The loincloth hides the fountain of pee that shoots from between the woman’s legs. The crew ignores her release and finish hammering the spikes trough her wrists to the wood of the cross.
Barbara stares at her computer and thinks ‘I don’t think she volunteered for this!’
A big man starts to lift the woman and the cross she is nailed to. A blond woman in a dark robe urges the man to raise the cross. She shouts “Come on, Bull! Get that cross upright so we can finish her crucifixion.”
The woman’s legs, still not nailed to the stipe, flail about as she is raised. She nearly shrieks “What are you doing to me?”
The woman in the robe says “Carrying out your sentence, you whore.”
At the cross nears vertical, it drops into the mounting hole. The woman is stunned, hanging limp from her nailed wrists. Another river of piss runs down her legs dangling beneath her. The crew needs no orders to tell them what to do. They tear the loincloth from her hips and the woman’s legs are lifted. A vile-looking cornu is mounted to the cross’ stipe. The men drop her ass onto the horned end of the stipe, rudely awaking the woman. She tries to move but her arms cannot lift her off the horn in her rectum. Her legs are tied to the stipe and Bull kneels by her feet and drives one spike through a foot then starts the other into her second foot.
The woman is raised and nailed to the cross. She uses as much strength as she has to raise herself to free her ass from its cruel intruder.
The woman in the robe taunts her saying “You can’t stay off it forever. Relax and take the horn up your ass.”
In the mid-2020s, Barbara Moore had made a name for herself by publishing numerous books on the injustices women were subjected to under the various laws around the world. She was known well enough that the University of the Virgin Martyrs not only provided her housing but a rather opulent condominium overlooking the river that ran through town.
There were people that said Barbara was more interested in what happened to the women she researched than she was in improving their lots, but is hard to argue with the numerous best sellers she had published. Barbara insists her research is difficult and her goals are difficult in light of the laws and rules she confronts. She denies enjoying the work she puts in each book, explaining (but never detailing) the amount of research she puts in.
One evening doing research on the Crux Chronicle Platinum Channel she has (strictly for her research) she came across a ‘documentary’ recorded in a country she has never heard of named Tierra de Penitencia. Barbara is appalled at what she sees.
There is a young woman wearing only a loincloth carrying a cross before a crowd of onlookers that hardly seem sympathetic to what is happening to her.
In fact, Barb thought the onlookers seemed to show distain toward the woman. The woman gets to the top of a sandy hill where a crew of men take the cross from her shoulder and lay it on the ground. The woman begs “Don’t do this to me” but the man in charge says “You have been sentenced to death and you will experience the tortures of the cross before your death takes you.”
The woman is laid on the cross not looking at all willing to cooperate with what the men have in mind for her. She pleads “Don’t crucify me” but the men spread her arms and readies a pair of huge spikes.
With the swing of a pair of mallets, the spikes are driven through her wrists and into the wood beneath them.
The loincloth hides the fountain of pee that shoots from between the woman’s legs. The crew ignores her release and finish hammering the spikes trough her wrists to the wood of the cross.
Barbara stares at her computer and thinks ‘I don’t think she volunteered for this!’
A big man starts to lift the woman and the cross she is nailed to. A blond woman in a dark robe urges the man to raise the cross. She shouts “Come on, Bull! Get that cross upright so we can finish her crucifixion.”
The woman’s legs, still not nailed to the stipe, flail about as she is raised. She nearly shrieks “What are you doing to me?”
The woman in the robe says “Carrying out your sentence, you whore.”
At the cross nears vertical, it drops into the mounting hole. The woman is stunned, hanging limp from her nailed wrists. Another river of piss runs down her legs dangling beneath her. The crew needs no orders to tell them what to do. They tear the loincloth from her hips and the woman’s legs are lifted. A vile-looking cornu is mounted to the cross’ stipe. The men drop her ass onto the horned end of the stipe, rudely awaking the woman. She tries to move but her arms cannot lift her off the horn in her rectum. Her legs are tied to the stipe and Bull kneels by her feet and drives one spike through a foot then starts the other into her second foot.
The woman is raised and nailed to the cross. She uses as much strength as she has to raise herself to free her ass from its cruel intruder.
The woman in the robe taunts her saying “You can’t stay off it forever. Relax and take the horn up your ass.”
