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Barb's Vacation
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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-Ulrika
I walk into the room. Instead the intimate setting of the crucifixion I had seen days before (I think it was days before- I have lost track of time) there were hundreds of people there. The only one in the room that wasn’t looking forward to what faced me was me!!!
There is a warm applause at my entry to the hall. It’s a huge room… nearly 100 feet wide stretching more than a few hundred feet deep. From the speakers that ringed the room Sir Despard Wragg’s voice boomed “Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the National Museum of Crucified Women ‘Crux bitch of 2015’!”
I have a title at least! I look up and in one corner of the room there is a stage with the cross waiting for me. I may as well get this done.
Barb walked towards the stage when a blond woman redirected down a catwalk that ran halfway down the length of the hall before turning towards a wall. Barb’s walk was slowed both by her fear and the shackles restricting her gait. Even though more people had peered at her naked in her cell over the past day and a half, she was being paraded before more than 750 in one crowd.
Some just stared at her while others yelled crude comments. At the point where the catwalk turned towards the wall Barb heard the familiar of her friends call up things like “You look great” and “You can do it, sweetie.”
She shook her hair off her shoulders and raised her head, never looking at them as she walked to the raised platform by the wall decorated with only two stout posts with chains and irons that by no doubt waited to hold her spread in an ‘X’ before the crowd. Barb thought ‘OK, I am going to be displayed to this crowd before they crucify me. Yeah, dear friends I can do it but don’t expect me to let you plan my next vacation activities! And what are all those whips hanging from that rack for?’
All too quickly the handcuffs were removed and her arms were raised and spread so her wrists could be locked in the irons with the same done to her to ankles. Then the curator Sir Despard Wragg walked up next the bound woman and picked up a microphone and addressedaudience. “Dear friends, thank you for coming. We have several extra surprises for youand our ‘Crux Bitch of 2015’. As you know this weekend instead of a three hour crucifixion today’s subject submits to six hours.”
I did not ‘submit’!!!
“Our ‘Crux Bitch’ was caught with contraband in her cell. I mercifully said she would serve an extra hour on the cross but she asked me to make it two. Far be it for me to deny such a request!”
It was rhetorical, you asshole!
“In addition this bitch had two more infractions. One was littering her cell (Sir Wragg tossed the wadded empty pack of Madame Wu between her feet) and that earned her yet another hour crucified!”
Shit, nine hours!!!
“Then she had the audacity to soil Museum property the throw the item at one our guests! So she will serve yet another hour on the cross!”
What? Ten hours???
“But my most important announcement is that one of our benefactors not only donated the $5,000 to put our exterior restoration above its goal with the condition that this bitch serves an additional two hours crucified but doubled the donation if our ‘Crux Bitch’ would be flogged and scourged prior to her crucifixion!”
You have got to be bullshitting me!!! Who would spend ten grand to do that to me?
A man in a tuxedo walked on to the platform and took microphone and pompously announced “Ladies and gentlemannnnnnnnnnnnnn,
“On the center of the stage we have Barbara Moore, the ‘Crux Bitch of 2015’ already tagged for four demerit hours on the cross and two more purchased to torture the sorry cunt.
I DID NOT HAVE A CHANCE TO READ THE FINE PRINT!!!
“And in this corner please welcome the ‘Master of Whip Disaster, the master of blood splatter, the true sultan of leather swing…
Priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimusssssssssssssssss Piluuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!”
“Bet you didn’t see that coming Barb” Wragg said.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=I6eQ78HCGEA
Tree
There is a warm applause at my entry to the hall. It’s a huge room… nearly 100 feet wide stretching more than a few hundred feet deep. From the speakers that ringed the room Sir Despard Wragg’s voice boomed “Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the National Museum of Crucified Women ‘Crux bitch of 2015’!”
I have a title at least! I look up and in one corner of the room there is a stage with the cross waiting for me. I may as well get this done.
Barb walked towards the stage when a blond woman redirected down a catwalk that ran halfway down the length of the hall before turning towards a wall. Barb’s walk was slowed both by her fear and the shackles restricting her gait. Even though more people had peered at her naked in her cell over the past day and a half, she was being paraded before more than 750 in one crowd.
Some just stared at her while others yelled crude comments. At the point where the catwalk turned towards the wall Barb heard the familiar of her friends call up things like “You look great” and “You can do it, sweetie.”
She shook her hair off her shoulders and raised her head, never looking at them as she walked to the raised platform by the wall decorated with only two stout posts with chains and irons that by no doubt waited to hold her spread in an ‘X’ before the crowd. Barb thought ‘OK, I am going to be displayed to this crowd before they crucify me. Yeah, dear friends I can do it but don’t expect me to let you plan my next vacation activities! And what are all those whips hanging from that rack for?’
All too quickly the handcuffs were removed and her arms were raised and spread so her wrists could be locked in the irons with the same done to her to ankles. Then the curator Sir Despard Wragg walked up next the bound woman and picked up a microphone and addressedaudience. “Dear friends, thank you for coming. We have several extra surprises for youand our ‘Crux Bitch of 2015’. As you know this weekend instead of a three hour crucifixion today’s subject submits to six hours.”
I did not ‘submit’!!!
“Our ‘Crux Bitch’ was caught with contraband in her cell. I mercifully said she would serve an extra hour on the cross but she asked me to make it two. Far be it for me to deny such a request!”
It was rhetorical, you asshole!
“In addition this bitch had two more infractions. One was littering her cell (Sir Wragg tossed the wadded empty pack of Madame Wu between her feet) and that earned her yet another hour crucified!”
Shit, nine hours!!!
“Then she had the audacity to soil Museum property the throw the item at one our guests! So she will serve yet another hour on the cross!”
What? Ten hours???
“But my most important announcement is that one of our benefactors not only donated the $5,000 to put our exterior restoration above its goal with the condition that this bitch serves an additional two hours crucified but doubled the donation if our ‘Crux Bitch’ would be flogged and scourged prior to her crucifixion!”
You have got to be bullshitting me!!! Who would spend ten grand to do that to me?
A man in a tuxedo walked on to the platform and took microphone and pompously announced “Ladies and gentlemannnnnnnnnnnnnn,
“On the center of the stage we have Barbara Moore, the ‘Crux Bitch of 2015’ already tagged for four demerit hours on the cross and two more purchased to torture the sorry cunt.
I DID NOT HAVE A CHANCE TO READ THE FINE PRINT!!!
“And in this corner please welcome the ‘Master of Whip Disaster, the master of blood splatter, the true sultan of leather swing…
Priiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimusssssssssssssssss Piluuuuuusssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!”
“Bet you didn’t see that coming Barb” Wragg said.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=I6eQ78HCGEA
Tree
Well, the first thing to The second thing is that the math that got me to 10 hours went by too fast....can we go over that again slowly please?
The third thing is "with friends like mine who needs enemies"... what's with all the "you can do it sweetie" crap? Or is it just that Messa is hoping to get a cut on the gate receipts?
The fourth thing is that Wraggie will never crawl out from under the pile of demerits I will heap on him for taking part in this travesty.
The fifth is that I am imagining Pp in a white tux (like those worn by an aging Elvis), tailored to show his bare chest and without sleeves to lend greater freedom to his muscular whipping arm.
The sixth is that the fine print was too fine for anyone to read!!!!!
The seventh is "no, Wraggie, I didn't see this coming"
And the eight is that THIS WAS ONE HELL OF A POST TREE ... You always said you liked to play with the feelings and emotions of victims as they begin to fathom what is about to happen to them.... let me tell you, this post certainly does that!!!!
Now, can I please back out? Do I have to go through with this? Anyone out there want to take my place?
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Flogged and scourged Barb? Shit, Pp has been gentle with you up to now but this is going to hurt.
And made worse for that woeful comment about an aging Elvis. No warm up first for that. Straight into it.
Woeful?????? "Whip me tender,
whip me sweet,
never let me go.
You have made my life a hell,
and I fear you so.
(apologies to Elvis)
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Well, it's one for the money
Two for the show
Three to get ready
Now go, cat, go...........
(As Barb says.....apologies to Elvis but to Carl Perkins who recorded it first)
Don't be cruel to my tight little.
Don't be cruel to my tight little.
I don't want no more red welts,
Pp it's you I'm thinking of
messaline
Crucified Amazon
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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
'Cause it's Barb's crux nite and Pp just got paid
Fool about his whip don't try to save
His heart says go, go
Have a time, 'cause it's Saturday nite
The whip's feelin' fine
He's gonna rip her up, He's gonna rock her up,
He's gonna shake her up, gonna whip her up,
He's gonna rock her up and whip tonight.....
Yay ... a volunteer from the crowd....step right up Messa ... I am sure there is a place for you up here too.
I should think that poor Elvis must be rolling over in his grave by now..... enough!!!!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
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1) Yes it is, by design... Tree did not make it up- only reported...
2)Six hours originally... 2 hours for contraband... 1 hour for littering (the empty Madame Wu pack) and another for wiping your ass on the pillow slip and throwing it at a 'guest' and two hours Messa bought for you...
3)Tree has nothing to add...
4)He did not 'take part', he orchestrated the whole thing...
5)Pp outfit will not be described but Tree suspects your blood will be red...
6) I already said you never got to see the ticket...
7) Nor did I...
Thank you Barb but I doubt 'backing out' is an option...
Tree
Well Tree said it would be an "X-spread" between two posts....we could always face each other?
...remember, dear Messa bought you the scourging and two hours added to the cross...
T
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
To Pp's great delight. He has fond memories of the last time he whipped this pair at the same post......X-spread would be more of a pleasure.
So organized for so late at night....impressed!!! ... a regular Hemingway and must still be sober too ... but then writers are so inscrutable, aren't they.
