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Eulalia's Ordeal With The Imf
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Fantasmo
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Funny enough, just yesterday night I discussed this theme.Oh yes, THT, she enjoys -anticipation is the most thrilling part!
"How should a crucifixion play scene start?"
-> "With the SMS she is receiving, saying "tonight you will be crucified""...
Anticipation...
Eul, hope your day was great and that you did something the 99% would think was totally diabolically (did I come close to spelling that correctly) perverse or at least had a fine cup of Eul's blend.
By the way, Julia DID pick the lock on her shackle. She f...ed-uo my damn hat when she hit me from behind with a 2X4. Dumb bitch wasted the shot and hit me in the head...
HTH
By the way, Julia DID pick the lock on her shackle. She f...ed-uo my damn hat when she hit me from behind with a 2X4. Dumb bitch wasted the shot and hit me in the head...
HTH
much ]
and i'll not speak about peter now
oh and a happy Valentijn and how about eul with it?
Admi, I just was finishing up another flask, but since you asked here's what Eulalia's been up to...
Eulalia wasn’t sure how long she had been bound to the bench. She kept running the guillotine scenario through her head. Each time she did she would rub her clit against the bench until she came. Then she’d remember Mistress Melissa’s telling of the very public crucifixion she would soon endure. Eul imagined dragging the cross through the streets to the site of her punishment. Would she be naked for the walk to her Golgotha or would she be stripped when she arrived? It didn’t matter. The thought of the nails tearing through her flesh to pin her limbs to the cross both frightened and aroused her. She tried to imagine what it would be like to hang from the spikes in her wrists. She thought how painful it was to be tied to the courtyard cross and that was only for a half dozen hours.
‘Can I really live for twenty-four hours nailed to a cross?’ Eulalia wondered. She pictured the crowd leering at her naked body as she hung pinned by the spikes. Would she just hang there or would her body perform a dance of agony. Again she rubbed her clit against and again she came. Eul was catching her breath when she said to herself “You’ve got to stop this or you’re going to wear your pussy out.”
“My thought, exactly, Eulalia” a man’s voice said from behind her. Startled, Eulalia tried to see who was there but the wood yoke prevented her from see him. She felt a finger slip in and out of her sex. There was a slurping sound as he sucked her juices. “I am amazed your mistress allows you to pleasure yourself at will.”
“She… She doesn’t. When she catches me doing it without permission she punishes me” Eulalia replied. Her face blushed; embarrassed that she had been caught. He walked around Eulalia. She tried to look up but he stood too close to see his face. He continued. “A slave like you should use your body only to provide pleasure to others. I should tell the IMF about your indiscretion but they would only add to your sentence and even if Tree crucifies you it’s not likely you’d last two days nailed to your cross. So I am going to show mercy to you. If you satisfy me now as you did last night I will not tell the IMF. However, I will request your mistress submit you to a month of penance assuming, of course, you survive the cross. I’m sure she will agree. If she doesn’t, I’ll simply have to inform the IMF of your lecherous behavior. Don’t you agree, Eulalia?”
“Yes, Friar Abbot” Eulalia replied. She had recognized his voice. He knelt before her and pulled his semi-erect member from the grey pajamas. Eul began to wonder if it would be better to die on the cross. All week the sisters and brothers of the O.P.P. had lamented Eul’s presence there was ‘only’ for punishment and not penance and this week had almost killed her before the IMF could. What hell could a month of penance be like?
He stroked his member a couple of times. The first dew of cum dangled from its head. “Open up, Eulalia, and do your very best…”
Eulalia wasn’t sure how long she had been bound to the bench. She kept running the guillotine scenario through her head. Each time she did she would rub her clit against the bench until she came. Then she’d remember Mistress Melissa’s telling of the very public crucifixion she would soon endure. Eul imagined dragging the cross through the streets to the site of her punishment. Would she be naked for the walk to her Golgotha or would she be stripped when she arrived? It didn’t matter. The thought of the nails tearing through her flesh to pin her limbs to the cross both frightened and aroused her. She tried to imagine what it would be like to hang from the spikes in her wrists. She thought how painful it was to be tied to the courtyard cross and that was only for a half dozen hours.
‘Can I really live for twenty-four hours nailed to a cross?’ Eulalia wondered. She pictured the crowd leering at her naked body as she hung pinned by the spikes. Would she just hang there or would her body perform a dance of agony. Again she rubbed her clit against and again she came. Eul was catching her breath when she said to herself “You’ve got to stop this or you’re going to wear your pussy out.”
“My thought, exactly, Eulalia” a man’s voice said from behind her. Startled, Eulalia tried to see who was there but the wood yoke prevented her from see him. She felt a finger slip in and out of her sex. There was a slurping sound as he sucked her juices. “I am amazed your mistress allows you to pleasure yourself at will.”
“She… She doesn’t. When she catches me doing it without permission she punishes me” Eulalia replied. Her face blushed; embarrassed that she had been caught. He walked around Eulalia. She tried to look up but he stood too close to see his face. He continued. “A slave like you should use your body only to provide pleasure to others. I should tell the IMF about your indiscretion but they would only add to your sentence and even if Tree crucifies you it’s not likely you’d last two days nailed to your cross. So I am going to show mercy to you. If you satisfy me now as you did last night I will not tell the IMF. However, I will request your mistress submit you to a month of penance assuming, of course, you survive the cross. I’m sure she will agree. If she doesn’t, I’ll simply have to inform the IMF of your lecherous behavior. Don’t you agree, Eulalia?”
“Yes, Friar Abbot” Eulalia replied. She had recognized his voice. He knelt before her and pulled his semi-erect member from the grey pajamas. Eul began to wonder if it would be better to die on the cross. All week the sisters and brothers of the O.P.P. had lamented Eul’s presence there was ‘only’ for punishment and not penance and this week had almost killed her before the IMF could. What hell could a month of penance be like?
He stroked his member a couple of times. The first dew of cum dangled from its head. “Open up, Eulalia, and do your very best…”
Admi, we only have 'Friday' to get through before the hammer meets the nail heads. Have a fine drink and spank the monkey (opps, we were leaving Peter the great out of this) until the time arrives....
THT
THT
that monkey is the Great
After Friar Abbott finished fucking Eul’s mouth (not a very erotic description but accurate from Eul’s, um, point of view) Eulalia was blindfolded and her hands were cuffed behind her back before her neck was freed from the lunette. She was taken to her cell, shackled and manacled face-up to her bed, and left to dream or dread about her fate.
Friday morning two sisters came for Eulalia but instead of taking her to the cafeteria Eulalia was brought into one of the shower rooms. The dingy pale green tile sported a generous helping of mold on the grout. There was a metal cart sitting over one of the drains with a garden hose hanging over the side of it. Behind the cart stood Sister Persecutor. Eulalia thought a perfectly shitty day had just gone worse.
Sister P. smiled and said cheerfully “Eulalia, good morning! I hope you slept well. Hop on up here so we can get you ready for you last day of punishment before your crucifixion.”
She backed Eulalia to the cart and leaned her over the metal bars that made for the top. Then Sister strapped a belt around one of the bars and Eul’s neck. Next she pulled one then the other of Eul’s legs to the outside of two metal posts and fastened leather cuffs around her ankles. Satisfied that Eul was securely splayed, Sister smiled and asked “Have you ever had an enema, Eulalia?”
Eulalia’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She pleaded “Oh, no, Sister, please do that!”
“Oh, but I must” Sister replied cheerfully. “And you will behave while I do it. And do you know why you’ll behave? Because your Mistress has agreed in exchange for the O.P.P. not telling the IMF about your attempted escape, she would submit you for a month of penance. And if you thought punishment was bad wait until you do penance!”
Sister explained to Eul how the enema worked in a tone of casual conversation. “We had this custom made. You see how it looks like a cock. And just like a cock it only shoots out. The two rings at the base expand when the water fills them. So, Eulalia, do want to take it dry or lubed?”
“I’ll take it lubed” Eul groaned. Sister laughed and said “Then open wide, whore, and lick it like you love it. That’s good, you little slut. All that cock sucking that you do is really paying off now, isn’t it? But that’s enough. I’m going to breakfast if I don’t get this rammed up your ass soon.”
And with that Sister shoved the phallic nozzle into Eul’s ass, burying to the second ring. “The fun begins after breakfast…”
Trust me, the story picks up from here. I can only type with two fingers and that's when I don't have a cup of coffee entertaining one...
THT
Friday morning two sisters came for Eulalia but instead of taking her to the cafeteria Eulalia was brought into one of the shower rooms. The dingy pale green tile sported a generous helping of mold on the grout. There was a metal cart sitting over one of the drains with a garden hose hanging over the side of it. Behind the cart stood Sister Persecutor. Eulalia thought a perfectly shitty day had just gone worse.
Sister P. smiled and said cheerfully “Eulalia, good morning! I hope you slept well. Hop on up here so we can get you ready for you last day of punishment before your crucifixion.”
She backed Eulalia to the cart and leaned her over the metal bars that made for the top. Then Sister strapped a belt around one of the bars and Eul’s neck. Next she pulled one then the other of Eul’s legs to the outside of two metal posts and fastened leather cuffs around her ankles. Satisfied that Eul was securely splayed, Sister smiled and asked “Have you ever had an enema, Eulalia?”
Eulalia’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen. She pleaded “Oh, no, Sister, please do that!”
“Oh, but I must” Sister replied cheerfully. “And you will behave while I do it. And do you know why you’ll behave? Because your Mistress has agreed in exchange for the O.P.P. not telling the IMF about your attempted escape, she would submit you for a month of penance. And if you thought punishment was bad wait until you do penance!”
Sister explained to Eul how the enema worked in a tone of casual conversation. “We had this custom made. You see how it looks like a cock. And just like a cock it only shoots out. The two rings at the base expand when the water fills them. So, Eulalia, do want to take it dry or lubed?”
“I’ll take it lubed” Eul groaned. Sister laughed and said “Then open wide, whore, and lick it like you love it. That’s good, you little slut. All that cock sucking that you do is really paying off now, isn’t it? But that’s enough. I’m going to breakfast if I don’t get this rammed up your ass soon.”
And with that Sister shoved the phallic nozzle into Eul’s ass, burying to the second ring. “The fun begins after breakfast…”
Trust me, the story picks up from here. I can only type with two fingers and that's when I don't have a cup of coffee entertaining one...
THT
I spent Friday morning in the shop in front of the belt sander. Between the spiked coffee and the 80 grit paper spinning through the sander it took me less than an hour to bring the 3/8” nails to a fine point.
I hoped Eulalia would appreciate the effort….
THT
I hoped Eulalia would appreciate the effort….
THT
Bozzly
Magistrate
So if she survives the crucifixion she still has to go back to the nuns?
The coffee shop might go bankrupt by then, we know Hansi won't make a decent grind ( well maybe if you give him beer) possibly Connie or the French Minx could fill in to save the shop..
Melissa better put out the help wanted sign or attend a slave auction!
The coffee shop might go bankrupt by then, we know Hansi won't make a decent grind ( well maybe if you give him beer) possibly Connie or the French Minx could fill in to save the shop..
Melissa better put out the help wanted sign or attend a slave auction!
One shall see... There are twists and turns in all stories...
Splayed open with the heavy nozzle stretching and filling her ass Eulalia laid bound on the bars alone to contemplate what soon to happen to her. She wondered what the enema would feel like and knew it couldn’t be pleasant if it was administered with a garden hose. What would the rest of the day bring? The next day would only bring a change in agonies as she faced crucifixion. And how could Mistress Melissa agree to turn her over to the O.P.P. for a month? Eul believed two days on a cross would be a better fate even if it ended her life!
All too soon her first concern would be realized. Sister Persecutor entered the room followed by the novice and a half-dozen other sisters. The sisters were all dressed in full habits. The novice wore only her blue veil. Sister P. wore only her head gear and a cotton apron. Sternly Sister announced “I will now demonstrate how punishment and penance can be performed at the same time.”
Sister removed the novice’s veil then had her kneel with face less than a foot from Eul’s ass. The woman stared at the nozzle protruding from Eul’s ass and rightly thought nothing good was going to happen. Sister nodded and the faucet was opened. As the water pour from the hose over Eul’s spread sex Sister explained “I will demonstrate how two people can at one time endure the pain and humiliation of punishment while the other can receive the humbling joy of penance.”
Sister paused, felt the water, and satisfied it was cold nodded. The faucet was closed and Sister toiled to attach the hose to the nozzle. “Let us begin the slave slut’s punishment.”
With that the water began to flow. At first, Eul felt just a strange coldness as the water began to fill her colon. The strange cold quickly became cramping. The water kept coming and Eul’s belly was visible swelling. She felt a fullness unlike anything she had ever experience and was sure her gut would explode. Yet Sister eyed the clock on the wall behind Eul and let the water fill her another minute. Eul looked like she was midway through a pregnancy when the water stopped.
“That is the first part of the slut’s punishment. Her bowels are filled with three gallons of cold well water. Look at her thrash in her binds. She would do anything for relief. Wouldn’t you, slut?”
“AH, YES, SISTER, PLEASE LET ME PURGE!” Eul cried.
Instead Sister began slapping Eul’s breasts and clit with a leather crop. Sister rubbed her own breasts as she admonished Eul. “Slut’s don’t purge! They shit! But you have some punishment to suffer before you find relief. See how her tits and cunt that she uses for pleasure can be useful for punishing a slut. Novice, I want you to lick this slut’s cunt the way we practiced. DO IT NOW!”
The novice’s hesitation did not go unnoticed by Sister Persecutor. “You’ll pay for that moment of pride, young lady. As you will see, even as the slut Eulalia writhes in pain the whore WILL orgasm. It is her nature. And our novice will learn she is beneath even the most disgusting whore of a woman. “
“Ah, Sister, I can’t take this!” Eul cried as the novice slowly lapped her tongue through Eul’s slit. Sister leaned over Eul and said “But you have no options. Be a good little slut and come for us.”
Sister had trained the novice well. The woman’s tongue slowly dragged through the folds of Eulalia’s labia and flicked across Eul’s clit. Then she lapped her tongue over Eul’s swollen belly before she started licking Eul’s sex again. Eul looked between her breasts and over her swollen belly. The novice did not look back as tears ran down her cheeks. It was all but inevitable as Eul felt the warming between her legs. She looked away from Sister and the novice and cried “Oh, my god!’’
“Pull it out” Sister barked to the novice as Eul felt the orgasm race through her body. The novice did as she was told. Eul again looked down her body and found the novice still kneeing there! As water trickled from Eul’s bottom she cried “Move! I can’t hold it in much longer!”
“Of course you can’t” Sister Persecutor said as she slapped the crop against Eul’s belly. “The novice will learn humility by being shit on by a slave whore.”
Eulalia looked at the crying eyes of the novice and whispered “I am so sorry…”
All too soon her first concern would be realized. Sister Persecutor entered the room followed by the novice and a half-dozen other sisters. The sisters were all dressed in full habits. The novice wore only her blue veil. Sister P. wore only her head gear and a cotton apron. Sternly Sister announced “I will now demonstrate how punishment and penance can be performed at the same time.”
Sister removed the novice’s veil then had her kneel with face less than a foot from Eul’s ass. The woman stared at the nozzle protruding from Eul’s ass and rightly thought nothing good was going to happen. Sister nodded and the faucet was opened. As the water pour from the hose over Eul’s spread sex Sister explained “I will demonstrate how two people can at one time endure the pain and humiliation of punishment while the other can receive the humbling joy of penance.”
Sister paused, felt the water, and satisfied it was cold nodded. The faucet was closed and Sister toiled to attach the hose to the nozzle. “Let us begin the slave slut’s punishment.”
With that the water began to flow. At first, Eul felt just a strange coldness as the water began to fill her colon. The strange cold quickly became cramping. The water kept coming and Eul’s belly was visible swelling. She felt a fullness unlike anything she had ever experience and was sure her gut would explode. Yet Sister eyed the clock on the wall behind Eul and let the water fill her another minute. Eul looked like she was midway through a pregnancy when the water stopped.
“That is the first part of the slut’s punishment. Her bowels are filled with three gallons of cold well water. Look at her thrash in her binds. She would do anything for relief. Wouldn’t you, slut?”
“AH, YES, SISTER, PLEASE LET ME PURGE!” Eul cried.
Instead Sister began slapping Eul’s breasts and clit with a leather crop. Sister rubbed her own breasts as she admonished Eul. “Slut’s don’t purge! They shit! But you have some punishment to suffer before you find relief. See how her tits and cunt that she uses for pleasure can be useful for punishing a slut. Novice, I want you to lick this slut’s cunt the way we practiced. DO IT NOW!”
The novice’s hesitation did not go unnoticed by Sister Persecutor. “You’ll pay for that moment of pride, young lady. As you will see, even as the slut Eulalia writhes in pain the whore WILL orgasm. It is her nature. And our novice will learn she is beneath even the most disgusting whore of a woman. “
“Ah, Sister, I can’t take this!” Eul cried as the novice slowly lapped her tongue through Eul’s slit. Sister leaned over Eul and said “But you have no options. Be a good little slut and come for us.”
Sister had trained the novice well. The woman’s tongue slowly dragged through the folds of Eulalia’s labia and flicked across Eul’s clit. Then she lapped her tongue over Eul’s swollen belly before she started licking Eul’s sex again. Eul looked between her breasts and over her swollen belly. The novice did not look back as tears ran down her cheeks. It was all but inevitable as Eul felt the warming between her legs. She looked away from Sister and the novice and cried “Oh, my god!’’
“Pull it out” Sister barked to the novice as Eul felt the orgasm race through her body. The novice did as she was told. Eul again looked down her body and found the novice still kneeing there! As water trickled from Eul’s bottom she cried “Move! I can’t hold it in much longer!”
“Of course you can’t” Sister Persecutor said as she slapped the crop against Eul’s belly. “The novice will learn humility by being shit on by a slave whore.”
Eulalia looked at the crying eyes of the novice and whispered “I am so sorry…”
Sister Persecutor removed the phallic nozzle and replaced it with a standard head. The water was turned on and Eul was hosed off with cold water followed by the novice as she still knelt in the excrement that had blasted her. Satisfied the women were cleaned they were left as they were to slowly drip dry. Even though she was not tethered the novice made no attempt to move. Eulalia looked at her and said “I am so sorry! I couldn’t hold it back.”
“There is no need for an apology. It is just another part of my stay here” the novice replied.
“Why are you here and for how long?” Eulalia asked. The novice looked at Eul with confusion on her face. “I’m here to be trained. Once a month I am evaluated. If they are satisfied with my progress I can stay. At any evaluation period I can choose to leave. After a year, if I choose and they accept me I can join the order and help punish miscreants like you.”
Eulalia rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe the Novice could have freely left this hell. Soon a pair of sisters came in. They free Eul’s feet then sat her up. A blindfold covered her eyes. A thick collar was buckled around her neck before they untied her wrists then pulled them crossed behind her neck and pinned them there with leather straps attached to the collar. Eulalia was pulled from the cart and blindly led down a hall. She could hear the novice’s bare feet following behind. When they stopped Eulalia could smell the incense and figured that’s where she was. Some fixed a rope to the collar and two more were tied to her ankles though her legs weren’t bound together. Then she heard Mother Superior sternly say “You may proceed.”
The blind fold was removed and Eulalia blinked her eyes as they adjusted to the light. The two sisters stood on each side of Eul and the ropes tied to her ankles. Then Eulalia looked before. She almost feinted when she saw the wood horse waiting for her. Just as she whimpered “oh, please not that” a pair of brothers pulled on the rope. That was attached to Eul’s collar and ran through a pulley on the chapel’s ceiling, hoisting her feet off the floor as the two sisters pulled on the ropes to spread Eul’s legs, Reflexively Eul squawked and tried to twist free. Sister Persecutor pushed the horse between Eul’s legs. She smiled and said “Those are some pretty big brothers on the end of that rope. You’re getting on that horse the easy or the hard way.”
Eul thought for a moment Maybe she could just strangle now but knew The O.P.P. wouldn’t deny the IMF of her crucifixion. The sisters ran the ankle ropes through rings on each side of the horse. Eul looked horrified as the top edge of the horse touched her bottom. The sisters tied off her ankles pulling them back behind Eul. Then the brothers lowered her until Eul’s body rested on the narrow edge of her bottom. The brothers tied off their rope so Eul could breathe but she could hardly move her torso. Just a few seconds into her ‘ride’ Eul couldn’t believe the pain. Mother Superior admired the work the brothers and sisters had done. Cruelly she told Eulalia “Because you sentence has been raised to ‘Capital’ you’ll be fucked on the cross after your wrists are nailed. That’s so if you die in the twenty-four hours they will be sure they didn’t crucify a virgin. But that doesn’t mean you’ll have a chance to enjoy it if you wanted to. Come along; let us leave her before it gets loud in here.”
Eul looked about like a freshly trapped animal. This was the most pain she had ever felt and she had no idea how long the ordeal would last. She tried straightening her legs but that only rocked her body over the edge. Once she tried curling her back and pushing up with her legs. The momentary relief was not worth the pain when she’d crash back onto the horse. In less than five minutes Eul was begging for someone to free her. Soon she was reduced to a sobbing wreck. No cared. The chapel door had been closed and unless they chose to watch on closed circuit TV her cries went unheard…
“There is no need for an apology. It is just another part of my stay here” the novice replied.
“Why are you here and for how long?” Eulalia asked. The novice looked at Eul with confusion on her face. “I’m here to be trained. Once a month I am evaluated. If they are satisfied with my progress I can stay. At any evaluation period I can choose to leave. After a year, if I choose and they accept me I can join the order and help punish miscreants like you.”
Eulalia rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe the Novice could have freely left this hell. Soon a pair of sisters came in. They free Eul’s feet then sat her up. A blindfold covered her eyes. A thick collar was buckled around her neck before they untied her wrists then pulled them crossed behind her neck and pinned them there with leather straps attached to the collar. Eulalia was pulled from the cart and blindly led down a hall. She could hear the novice’s bare feet following behind. When they stopped Eulalia could smell the incense and figured that’s where she was. Some fixed a rope to the collar and two more were tied to her ankles though her legs weren’t bound together. Then she heard Mother Superior sternly say “You may proceed.”
The blind fold was removed and Eulalia blinked her eyes as they adjusted to the light. The two sisters stood on each side of Eul and the ropes tied to her ankles. Then Eulalia looked before. She almost feinted when she saw the wood horse waiting for her. Just as she whimpered “oh, please not that” a pair of brothers pulled on the rope. That was attached to Eul’s collar and ran through a pulley on the chapel’s ceiling, hoisting her feet off the floor as the two sisters pulled on the ropes to spread Eul’s legs, Reflexively Eul squawked and tried to twist free. Sister Persecutor pushed the horse between Eul’s legs. She smiled and said “Those are some pretty big brothers on the end of that rope. You’re getting on that horse the easy or the hard way.”
Eul thought for a moment Maybe she could just strangle now but knew The O.P.P. wouldn’t deny the IMF of her crucifixion. The sisters ran the ankle ropes through rings on each side of the horse. Eul looked horrified as the top edge of the horse touched her bottom. The sisters tied off her ankles pulling them back behind Eul. Then the brothers lowered her until Eul’s body rested on the narrow edge of her bottom. The brothers tied off their rope so Eul could breathe but she could hardly move her torso. Just a few seconds into her ‘ride’ Eul couldn’t believe the pain. Mother Superior admired the work the brothers and sisters had done. Cruelly she told Eulalia “Because you sentence has been raised to ‘Capital’ you’ll be fucked on the cross after your wrists are nailed. That’s so if you die in the twenty-four hours they will be sure they didn’t crucify a virgin. But that doesn’t mean you’ll have a chance to enjoy it if you wanted to. Come along; let us leave her before it gets loud in here.”
Eul looked about like a freshly trapped animal. This was the most pain she had ever felt and she had no idea how long the ordeal would last. She tried straightening her legs but that only rocked her body over the edge. Once she tried curling her back and pushing up with her legs. The momentary relief was not worth the pain when she’d crash back onto the horse. In less than five minutes Eul was begging for someone to free her. Soon she was reduced to a sobbing wreck. No cared. The chapel door had been closed and unless they chose to watch on closed circuit TV her cries went unheard…
trying to get as much done as I can. Have family visiting this weekend and its not going to help move the story along.
good for her some rest
Kodos the Executioner
Governor
Really enjoyed everything you have posted in the last few days, have fun with your family this weekend!
Enjoy your weekend THT, thanks for all you're doing to me!
I'm back on home ground with my own fantasies now you've put me on the Saw-Horse,
that's an Instrument of Torture that makes me wet and quivery even to think of it,
and of course I've got that Cross waiting for me to anticipate all weekend ....