Mikerytel
Senator
There’s be pitchforks and torches looking for you if you didOf course you’re left in suspense. If I’ve learned anything writingfor CruxForumsin my diary, never end without a cliffhanger!![]()
![Devil :devil: :devil:](http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/devil.png)
There’s be pitchforks and torches looking for you if you didOf course you’re left in suspense. If I’ve learned anything writingfor CruxForumsin my diary, never end without a cliffhanger!![]()
Bravo. Good story,19.
IN MY BED, LATE ON A SATURDAY NIGHT IN AUGUST, THE EVENT CONCLUDED AND THE CROWDS GONE HOME (part 6)
Okay, dear diary, thanks for waiting. I’m back now to finish my recounting of my crucifixion in the grand finale of the “The Cruxton Abbey Judicial Punishments and Executions through the Ages Live Reenactments Review” As you’ll recall, I’d gotten as far as relating to you how we girls had been nailed by the wrists to our respective patibula.
Next, as anyone familiar with crucifixion would know, comes the task of raising the victims up, securing their patibula to the waiting stipites, and nailing their feet.
And that is where Tree’s impressive ingenuity and know-how came into play (I’m saying that to flatter him as, truth be told, most of Tree’s accomplishments can be explained by pure dumb luck).
The plan was actually straightforward enough. It called for a ladder to be placed against a stipes and mounted by Tree, carrying a very large hammer. Then Bull and Gunner, both of whom are extraordinarily tall and muscular guys, were to grasp a patibulum (with its victim already attached at the wrists), lift it on high (imagine well over their heads) and slide it into a pre-prepared notch cut into the face of the stipes. At that point Tree was to use the hammer to bludgeon it into place and then secure it with a pair of genuine-imitation, realistic-looking Roman nails, marketed exclusively through NailusMartyrs.com.
Sounds simple enough, right? What could possibly go wrong? Well, I being the first to be raised, was about to find out.
It all started out well enough, with Bull and Gunner, working in perfect unison, grasping either end of my patibulum in their huge paws and lifting it and me, seemingly effortlessly, off the ground. I twisted and turned, screamed and hollered like a banshee as the nails driven through my wrists pressed on nerve endings which in turn sent thunderbolts of ‘pain messaging’ through my nervous system. And, once off the ground I kicked and thrashed wildly with my legs … all in all, putting on a show that delighted the crowd.
But, as my patibulum was about to be pressed into the notch awaiting it, the heel of one of my wildly flailing legs happened to catch Tree right between his legs, eliciting a howl of surprised shock and causing him to double over and grab his crotch, and to drop the big hammer, which landed on the bridge of Gunner’s realistically-styled faux Roman legionary footwear, causing the lummox to hop about in one foot and to let go of his end of the patibulum, which in turn caused Bull to lose his balance and do a pratfall. While I, along with my patibulum, plummeted to the ground, landing not far from where I had been lying when this all began.
The crowd, thinking this had all been deliberately staged as some kind of comic relief, laughed and applauded wildly.
As they say in show business, the show must go on! With both Tree and Gunner temporarily disabled, others moved swiftly to pick up where they’d left off.
And it wasn’t long before I was raised again, this time successfully, my flailing legs grabbed, forced to bend at the knees, and my feet held firmly in place while nails were driven through them, pinning them to the wood.
Crucified, I was left with nothing more to do than begin with the suffering … writhing and twisting myself about, endlessly pushing/pulling myself up only to fall back, screaming and cursing … all the classic elements of the so-called ‘dance of the crucified’ … and so I danced while the other five were raised and secured, one by one, without further mishap, to join in and suffer along with me
And so, dear diary, for the next three and a half hours the crowd was entertained by the spectacle of six naked girls, dancing on their crosses, putting on for all in attendance the show of a lifetime. Surging forward, the throng. eagerly formed itself into long lines, the attendees patiently waiting their turn to file past and amongst us, to mercilessly mock and taunt each and every one of us in turn, to revel unabashedly in our discomforts and sufferings.
For we Cruxgirls, it was an exhausting, painful, frightful and humiliating … not to mention seemingly interminable … experience. The only respite we received during our time on the cross was a sponge on a stick, soaked in Riesling and pressed to our parched lips about three quarters of the way through our ordeal. That was welcome, but totally insufficient in my opinion, not to mention the fact that most of it ended up running down our chins. I tried to complain but was ignored.
Of course, all this eventually came to an end, largely due to a Cruxton Council ordinance
that required all public events to come to an end by the midnight hour. At which point the crowd slowly dispersed, retiring dorm the slope, still in a holiday-like mood. The parking lot was soon lit up with head beams and red taillights as it gradually emptied.
And mercifully, shortly thereafter, we were all taken down from our crosses, laid on stretchers and taken into the Abbey to receive a bit of first aid before sent off to our sleeping quarters for a well deserved rest. We were all relieved to see Tree and Gunner limping along beside us, both having apparently recovered somewhat from their misfortunes.
As we passed into the Manor through the main entry, no less, with Briggs standing stiffly by, we were welcomed by Lord and Lady Wragg who graciously thanked each and everyone of us individually for laying our bodies on the line to save Cruxton Abbey in its time of need.
I felt rather proud at that moment. I wasn’t accustomed to being thanked for anything by either m’Lord or m’Lady … being sent to the cellar for ‘corrective punishment’, in retribution for having caused some mishap or another, being more the rule. Perhaps a raise in my wages may be in the offing, I thought, as I smiled wanly and chose to ignore the way in which his Lordship gave one of my boobs a quick little fondle as he leaned in close to express his gratitude.
And so, dear diary, that’s the way it was. The Crisis at Cruxton Abbey had been successfully averted, thanks to the dedication and sufferings of so many Cruxgirls like myself … both members of the staff here, as well as others like Messaline, Mp5stab and poor Ms Prudely … who also put their bodies on the line.
Time to get some of that well-earned rest now.
EPILOGUE TO FOLLOW
... and the shame which was linked : I've to notice that each people who was passing in front of us was introducing a finger into our intimity to verify that we were wet ! ...as well as others like Messaline, Mp5stab and poor Ms Prudely … who also put their bodies on the line.
And the guard's spears poking and prodding your breasts and genitals, and anything else they desire, and virtually nothing you can do about it...... and the shame which was linked : I've to notice that each people who was passing in front of us was introducing a finger into our intimity to verify that we were wet ! ...
That's good news!And so, dear diary, that’s the way it was. The Crisis at Cruxton Abbey had been successfully averted, thanks to the dedication and sufferings of so many Cruxgirls like myself … both members of the staff here, as well as others like Messaline, Mp5stab and poor Ms Prudely … who also put their bodies on the line.
... and the shame which was linked : I've to notice that each people who was passing in front of us was introducing a finger into our intimity to verify that we were wet ! ...
Three nails are setting us to the wood : what could we do ?
Never mind, it adds to our pain ( ... or pleasure ? )
View attachment 1515135View attachment 1515136 ... Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm !
Nothing but the best for our cruxgirls at the Abbey, eh?The only respite we received during our time on the cross was a sponge on a stick, soaked in Riesling and pressed to our parched lips about three quarters of the way through our ordeal.
I almost missed this line. Was it important?I tried to complain but was ignored.
I don't think I've ever seen those two in anything but top form. Makes one almost sympathetic, doesn't it?We were all relieved to see Tree and Gunner limping along beside us
Now, Mp5stab and Messaline might be used to this sort of thing, but our Ms. Prudely has had a rather novel experience, from her perspective. I wonder if she can actually take on her duties as a counsel member or functionary or whatever she was before we found out she had these latent, shall we say, tendencies. Perhaps she might fit in somewhere in the Abbey Staff? Some sort of gatekeeper/secretary function to screen out unwanted callers, like inspectors, government functionaries, environmentalists or human rights activists and the like. You know, riff-raff.so many Cruxgirls like myself … both members of the staff here, as well as others like Messaline, Mp5stab and poor Ms Prudely
Always nice to have a success and avert crisis. The success and complicity, er, participation of so many members of not only the general public, but also people of some celebrity and position will doubtless ensure that nobody will look into the details of how this event actually got approved with anything but the most slipshod approach. Mustn't ruffle the feathers of the powerful, after all.“The loan is now fully repaid with interest and the crisis at Cruxton Abbey has been fully laid to rest!”
And at the end of the day, isn't that what everyone wanted; a return to normal? The daily round, the common task. I'm sure Barb will appreciate that as well.“Well, I think it’s safe to say that Barbara will be paying for this one by forfeiting any increase in her wages!” Declared Lady Wragg.
“And an evening of corporal punishment down in the cellar dungeon too,” added Wragg with a noticeable gleam in his eye and an anticipatory rubbing together of hands.
I DO APOLOGISE. I NORMALLY HAVE MY OWN TRANSPORT, BUT IN THIS CASE I THOUGHT I WOULD TRY FLYING IN COMFORT. UNFORTUNATELY, I SEEM TO HAVE ONLY MANAGED AN ECONOMY SEAT. I'LL JUST TURN DOWN THE LITTLE AIR VENT THING IF IT'S BOTHERING YOU.
By the way, on my flight back to Canada, I was getting comfortably settled into my seat as the plane made its ascent, and ready to nestle in for a nap...when I felt a cold chill coming from the seat behind me. I look around, and to my surprise I see this....
Don't worry! He will never be allowed to take with his scythe as hand luggage in the cabin.I DO APOLOGISE. I NORMALLY HAVE MY OWN TRANSPORT, BUT IN THIS CASE I THOUGHT I WOULD TRY FLYING IN COMFORT. UNFORTUNATELY, I SEEM TO HAVE ONLY MANAGED AN ECONOMY SEAT. I'LL JUST TURN DOWN THE LITTLE AIR VENT THING IF IT'S BOTHERING YOU.
But not the ghost in the garden?the crisis at Cruxton Abbey has been fully laid to rest!”
The crisis is over! The daily fuzz and routine are back in Cruxton Abbey!“Oh dear,” interjected Lady Wragg. “What on earth did that clumsy girl knock over and break this time? I do hope it wasn’t anything very valuable.”
“I fear that depends on what m’Lady defines as valuable. Rest assured it’s not a smashed priceless vase this time. Something quite different. It seems our Barbara, on her way to the Morning room, has managed to drive the tea cart into that tall and rather opulent 18th century Florentine cabinet that stands out in the hallway … the one with the complex design and elaborate inlays of semi-previous stones. It’s not entirely smashed, thank goodness, I think it’s safe to say, that it’s just somewhat scratched and dented.”
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that Barbara will be paying for this one by forfeiting any increase in her wages!” Declared Lady Wragg.
“And an evening of corporal punishment down in the cellar dungeon too,” added Wragg with a noticeable gleam in his eye and an anticipatory rubbing together of hands.
Has temporary moved inside, until the garden is restored to its original lay-out!But not the ghost in the garden?![]()
For me, if it's possible, I should like a lond whipping'session with my wonderful lover Judith ...But … and I think this is very important, Wraggie … given how all the Cruxgirls and all your friends at CruxForums came to our rescue, I do believe we owe them a gesture of our gratitude.”
on CF anything is possible!For me, if it's possible, I should like a lond whipping'session with my wonderful lover Judith ...
Thanks by advance ...
View attachment 1516221![]()
I thought the ghost was inside the great houseBut not the ghost in the garden?![]()
And then she can be crucified as often as