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Eulalia's Ordeal With The Imf

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Now for a brief intermission (I got inspired and decided to add another Wednesday segment and had neither drawn the picture or wrote the text. Be patient, the wounded typing finger is almost completely healed!).

Honest answer, please. How many of you searched the web to find out where the background of this manip was photographed? And do you think you succeeded? I will acknowledge any correct answer.

THT

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Storu continues (I told you the fingers getting better). This part is just a phone call. Lou Reed's 'New York Phone Call' might have infuenced this. 'night all.

My cell phone rang almost as soon as I put it on the charger. I flipped it open and just as I said ‘Hello’ Melissa was yelling in my ear “I’ve been calling you all day! I’ve texted you! You don’t even have voice-mail! Are you a fucking Neanderthal?”

‘Neanderthal’ might have been a bit over the top but…

…the only reason I have a cell phone none of my siblings wanted it in the inheritance. It seems it was outdated even then. The damn thing can’t even take a text message even though I get charged for every one I never received. And, well, maybe, I’m a Neanderthal because the fricking battery on the phone went dead before I could program the voice mail following the ‘intuitive’ instructions…

“Melissa, what do you want? I’m tired. It’s late. Can this wait until I pick you up in the morning?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes and kicked back a swig from the liter under the counter.

“Would you come to the coffee shop?” she asked.

“Sure, when?” I asked.

“Now!” she replied emphatically.

I rubbed my hand through my hair. It felt greasy. “Let me shower and I’ll call you back.”

“Come on over now. I’ve got things to talk about and some of Eulalia’s special blend.”

“It’s tempting” I replied.

“I’ll fuck you.”

That opened my eyes. I took another swig and said “That’s a hell of an offer. Jul would probably stab me in the back if I took you up on it. I’ll be there. Just give me a place to sleep."
 
Now for a brief intermission (I got inspired and decided to add another Wednesday segment and had neither drawn the picture or wrote the text. Be patient, the wounded typing finger is almost completely healed!).

Honest answer, please. How many of you searched the web to find out where the background of this manip was photographed? And do you think you succeeded? I will acknowledge any correct answer.

THT

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did you realy need thet wounded finger?
and next............
yep me, sought it in mid England in a little collegevillage ;) but found no good coffeeshops
 
yeah, the wounded finger helps type, And your search was too close to home. I have no idea how the ladies would plan to spring l'il Eul if they are looking on the wrong side of the pond. I plan to have the next installment up tomorrow but would love to know what time this board is on...

THT
 
This took longer to do than I expected. Hope you enjoy...

From THT’s point of view…

I couldn’t imagine what could be so important that Melissa would offer me a fuck for it. I drove down the winding highway sipping a Seven and water. I had the windows open and took it slow as the ‘meat wagon’ was almost as wide as the narrow lanes. I made the turn onto the highway that heads into town. It’s wider and has broad paved shoulders. As I peered into the glow of my headlights I asked aloud “Melissa, what the hell are you up to?”

I thought of calling Gunner in case it was a set up to get me to show them where the O.P.P. was. I decided not to but when I got to the coffee shop I did look around for a horse. There was no sign of Polly Perkins. I swung around to the rear of the shop and backed up to the loading dock. I locked the rig and walked to the front door. There were a couple lights on inside. I was about to knock but tried the door first. It wasn’t locked; strange this late on a Wednesday. I poked my head in and called Mel’s name. By instinct or habit, I pushed my duster back and unsnapped the holster strap. Without drawing the 9 I flipped the safety to off which also turned on the laser sight. Then I heard “Tree, I’m in the office. Lock the door and come on back. There’s a coffee the way you like on the corner of the bar.”

I locked the door and swapped my go-cup for the mug of hot coffee and whiskey. ‘I’ll need the caffeine’ I thought. I walked into the office finding it dimly lit by a single table lamp and the glow of a computer screen. Hidden behind the monitor was Melissa. She said “I’m just wrapping up the books. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just be a moment. Did you find the coffee?”

“Yeah, thanks” I replied as I pulled the duster off and hung it from a hall tree. I pulled the holster and Glock from my belt, set the safety and the strap and slipped it into the coat’s pocket. I grabbed my cup and turned around. In the most lecherous voice I have I said “That’s a fine sight to finish the night with.”

While taking off my coat Melissa had come around desk and had leaned back against it. I’ve seen Melissa naked. I’ve seen her with private parts flashing from open robes. I don’t know if it was the time of day, the whiskey, the lighting, or maybe the offer of a fuck, but never before have I gotten hard looking at her. Don’t get me wrong I always thought she was a doll but I always knew I had as good of a chance getting to first base with her as I did hitting a Bob Gibson fastball in his prime. She smiled as she leaned back. She wore a white silk blouse and blue and pink panties that didn’t cover much more in the front than a thong would. The blouse had no buttons and hung draped open but covering her breasts. Melissa also wasn’t blind. She laughed as she saw the bulge in my jeans and said “I was beginning to doubt you were straight!”

“If I’m not, I must be a lesbian, ‘cause I love women” I replied. I walked over to her and brushed the blouse back exposing her left breast. She shook her hair off her shoulders, tilted her head back, and proudly thrust her chest out. Ever the gentleman I placed the palm of my hand on her belly and slipped my fingers into the panty. They glided through her soft pubic mound. She gasped as I slipped a finger into the warm, moist folds of her sex. And then I pulled my hand out. I turned and took a swig of the coffee. With my back to her I said “I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I like sex” Melissa replied. “I just prefer it with women and one in particular. And if that was your idea of foreplay even you might be able to figure out why.”

“Melissa, I’m tired. I don’t think you had me come to trade insults. What the hell do want?”

Melissa asked “What do you think about the coffee, Tree?”

I looked at the cup and shrugged “I’ve had better. You said it would be Eul’s grind.”

“It is Eul’s; it’s just that the grind is four days old. The newbies don’t have the knack and I think Amdihoek fucks up just to get attention. What I need is for you to crucify Eulalia.”

I almost spit the coffee back in the cup. “You want WHAT?”

“I want you to handle Eulalia’s crucifixion.”

“What the hell for? I’ve got nothing against her!”

“Precisely my point” Mel replied. “Tree, you’ve never done a crucifixion where the condemned dies in less than twenty-four hours. Eulalia’s sentence is twenty-four hours nailed to a cross. I want my slave back alive.”

“So that’s why you offered the fuck? Look, Melissa, I have sex with women for two reasons; one’s the job and the other is she wants to do it. I don’t pay for sex, I don’t get paid with sex, and I don’t do favors for sex! Christ, I never took you for a whore!” I barked.

“A WHORE???... I CAN”T BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT! Tree, you’re a dumber son of a bitch that I thought you were! I’m not trying to pay you with sex. I’ve got enough money. But the offer surely got you here!” Melissa shot back. “God, you are a typical man!”

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I couldn’t argue that point. I shook my head while I stared at my coffee. ‘Really smooth, Tree. You do have a way with words’ I thought. I looked up at Melissa. Her face was red with anger and those fine tits heaved with each deep breath. I sighed and said “You know they’ve dictated it’s a three nail crux. I’m sure she’ll live but I don’t know if she’ll be able to grind coffee again.”

“That’s all I can ask for. Will you do her?”

“Yeah, if that’s what you want” I sighed. Melissa smiled and asked “How much do you want?”

I shook my head and told her I would just do it for her. Melissa walked to me and pulled my hat and glasses off and said “Then this wouldn’t be breaking any of your rules. My offer stands…”
 
Now for a brief intermission (I got inspired and decided to add

Honest answer, please. How many of you searched the web to find out where the background of this manip was photographed? And do you think you succeeded? I will acknowledge any correct answer.

THT

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How's about Great Pacific Coffee Co.,​
220 South 1st Street (corner of E Orleans Street),​
Pacific MO?​
 
welcome back eulalia,
Was that the reason you was gone:
flirtation with your Torturer or teasing the poor nunns?
but your solution was great and now...................:D
 
Hello, Eulalia, and you are of coarse correct! Your prize is a perfect crucifixion performed by yours truly. As noted above the coffee isn't so good without you grinding it. An Amdi, would you try to behave when you're on the grinding wheel???

THT
I'll try but................... you know............. the bitch is backflower2:D
 
We continue. Its now Thursday morning....

Eulalia was fed another lavish breakfast. Unknown to her the Abbott had ordered it. Again she was the only one naked at the tables. Instead of looking at Eul, many looked with lust at the breakfast she was fed. Once finished, two sisters led her out to a courtyard. Eul was surprised to find a short, small cross with the gardener that had stuffed his cock in her mouth standing next to it. She looked side to side at the two sisters then shrugged. Maybe this was her two hours tied to the cross that she had been sentenced.

The sisters untied her wrists and pushed Eul towards the gardener. He waved his hand motioning her towards the cross. With more than a touch of an Irish brogue Daniel said “Come on, lass, this is going to happen anyway. Do yourself a favor and make it easy.”

Eul looked at him for a moment and walked over to the cross. As she stepped up to the cross he turned her around and pulled her arms over the crossbar. He instructed her “Just say there while I get the ropes.”

She stood unbound with her arms draped back over the crossbar and watched the gardener gather handfuls of ropes…

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We continue...

Thursday morning dawned clear and unseasonable warm. Melissa didn’t think much of shades or blinds. I looked about the room then got up and dressed. I went down stairs and found Mel and Julia already serving customers. I looked over at the hall tree. My duster was still there and the way it hung I could tell the Glock was still in the pocket. Melissa greeted me and asked if I’d like some coffee. I did and she poured me a cup. Julia just glared at me. About then Connie came in and pulled her coat off. ‘Don’t these women have clothes” I wondered. I looked at my watch and said “We need to leave in fifteen minutes if you want to see Eul.”

“We’ll be ready” Melissa assured me. “Connie thanks for covering the shop for us. OK, Tree, I guess we’re ready.”

“Turn around” I told them. Melissa offered her wrists to me and I quickly cuffed them behind her back. Julia made me pull her arms before I could cuff her wrists. “You’re in a crappy mood, Jul.”

We walked to the back of the shop and I raised the door to the loading dock. I pulled out my Keys and looked at the fob. The light shone green. No one had planted a tracking devise on the meat wagon. I opened the back door, reached in and pulled out a scanner. I waved it around Melissa with no result. Julia tensed up as I approached her and with good reason. The scanner howled as I waved it over her belly. It had picked up a GPS device. I looked at Julia and said “By the location of that, it ain’t shoved up your butt ore your snatch.”

Julia pouted “I swallowed it.”

“Then you’re not going” I said. I reached into the wagon and pulled out a set of shackles. I locked one end around Julia’s ankle and the other around a pipe that fed a radiator. Julia protested “That’s not necessary.”

“Yeah, it is. I’ll let you go when we get back.” I wasn’t worried about the ladies picking the lock. It used a round key and the metal was hardened so it would burn her ankle before a cutting torch could get through. I pulled out one of the stainless steel drawers and turned to Melissa. “Are you ready?”

She climbed on to the drawer and laid out face down. As I pushed her into the darkness Julia yelled “Tree, you’re a son of bitch!”

I slammed the wagon’s door shut and looked at Julia. “Your little stunt cost you what might have been an entertaining ride. I’m curious. Would you have gone face to face or sixty-nine?”

“Fuck you” she screamed as I closed the dock’s door…

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Back to poor Eulalia...

Eulalia stood patiently as Daniel bound her arms tight behind the stipe. As he busied himself tying Eul to the cross he casually talked with her. “O, Eul that was a fine blow-job you gave me the other day. I even told my wife how good it was.”

“Doesn’t it bother her that some other woman is sucking your dick?” Eul asked.

“Aw, hell no! She’s just happy it was you and not her” he explained as he tied another knot. “You know, my wife is a pretty good cocksucker. But she has no problem letting someone else takin’ it in the throat. Anytime someone else gets me ol’ rod in the gullet its one less time she has to do it.”

He pulled Eul’s legs up and began binding them at the ankles. Eul whispered “I’m so glad I could help her.”

“That’s most kind of you, lass. No, me and the missus have a fine marriage going on twenty-seven years now. She knows the ol’ tallywacker stays home unless the Abbott or Mother Superior requests it’s… (both Daniel and Eul grunted as he cinched the rope tight, pulling her arms so her elbows nearly touched behind the stipe)…its service. There, that’s good and tight! What do you think, lass? Will that hold you?”

“I think it will do” Eulalia sighed. Daniel began winding ropes around one of Eul’s thighs. The rope would sometimes brush her labia and again she found herself becoming aroused. He knotted the rope and began binding her other thigh. Again the rope would slap against her sex or wiggle the tag. It was driving her crazy. She whispered “It would be OK for you to finger my clit.”

“Oh, no, lass, I couldn’t do that! I told you I’m a married man. I don’t go ‘bout getting jollies with other women. But I’m going to do you a favor just this once and not tell Sister Persecutor that you asked me.”

Eul guessed she got the better end of the deal. Daniel grabbed an ankle and lifted her leg until the calf met the thigh and quickly bound her leg there. She grunted as he snatched her other leg from the ground. She was hanging from her biceps. Daniel then tied her ankles to her wrists. As he finished up he said “It’s a shame you’re only here for punishment. I’d have liked to help the sisters with your penance.”

“Well, maybe I can come back some time” Eulalia suggested sarcastically. He patted her rump and laughed “You give an ol’ man hope!”

Eul looked down her stretched body then to Daniel and asked “So is this my sentence?”

Daniel looked confused and said he didn’t understand. Eul explained “The IMF sentenced me to two hours on a cross. Is this it?”

“Oh, no, lass, the O.P.P. just does punishment. Whatever you owe the IMF will be settled after you leave here. It’s Thursday. I’m just getting you set up for visitors” he explained. He stepped back and admired his work. The he pulled the zipper and opened his fly. Eul’s eyes widened as he pulled out his hardening shaft. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Fuck is the word, lass. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do” he replied. Foreplay consisted of Daniel stroking his shaft. He speared her sex and beat it like a rented mule. As her body bounced on the shaft she licked the sweat from his neck. Her nipples slid against his coarse shirt. Just as she was getting close she felt his cock swell and semen squirt into her. She wiggled her hips what little she could in a desperate attempt to come. As he loosened his grip on her ass she begged “Please, just a few more moments.”

Daniel pulled out and wiped his member on her leg. He shrugged and said “Fuck was the word, lass.”

He then stepped behind Eulalia and forced a bit gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. As he walked away he said “Enjoy the day, lass.”

Eul hung on the cross in desperate need of satisfaction…

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Melissa visits...

Again I took an indirect route to the O.P.P. to insure I wasn’t being followed. As I drove I thought about last night with more than a bit of regret. Did we do it, you ask? I’ll never tell.

I pulled through the gates and up the long drive. Mother Superior and Sister Persecutor were awaiting our arrival. I got out of the van, nodded towards them, then walked to the back. As I opened the door and pulled out the drawer Mother Superior approached. I helped Melissa to her feet. Mel squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light. Mother Superior looked Mel over and said “So this is Mistress Melissa. She’s a fine looking woman. I’d enjoy having her for penance.”

“Not, this time, Mother S. She’s just here to see her property” I replied.

“I’m glad you worded it that way. There’s been a development. Yesterday your slave made an attempt to escape. It’s only due to ‘favors’ she performed for Friar Abbot does the IMF not know about her attempt. However there are consequences. Mistress Melissa you may still see your slave, but Eulalia has surrendered her rights to a conjugal visit. So if you still wish to see Eulalia you will remain cuffed and you will be shackled to insure you cannot touch. If you agree to these terms Sister Persecutor will escort you to your slave.”

Melissa looked at me. I shrugged and mouthed ’I don’t know’. Melissa sighed and said “Please take me to her.”

I started to follow but Mother Superior told me Melissa would go alone. I didn’t like it but she assured me Melissa would not be harmed. We watched as Melissa was led up the steps and into the building. Mother Superior asked “Are all the women of the coffee shop that beautiful?”

I nodded “Yeah, they tend to be.”

Melissa was led to the court yard where she found Eulalia stretched on the cross and the bit gag leaving Eul reduced to unintelligible grunt. At the opposite side of the courtyard was a second woman- the young novice- bound in a similar manner and as naked as Eul except for the blue veil. Sister Persecutor walked Melissa to an iron ring embedded in the pavers. A pair of shackles was looped through the ring. Melissa stood staring at Eulalia as sister locked the shackles around her ankles. Melissa looked over her shoulder at the novice and noted she was not gagged. Sister P. stood up, smiled at Melissa, and said “I wish we had you here for penance. You are divine.”

“I’m glad you approve” Melissa replied. “As you might say I was given certain gifts.”

Sister looked at Mel’s breasts and agreed “You certainly were. I’m going to take the gag out of your slave’s mouth and leave you two to talk. I’ll be back to get you in one hour. Use it the best you can. And, Mistress Melissa, if you try to plan Eulalia’s escape you will join her on Saturday.”

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Eulalia was mortified to see Melissa naked, cuffed, and shackled. She thought her actions had led to her mistress’ capture. Sister Persecutor removed the bit from Eul’s mouth and as she slapped Eul’s ass she looked at Melissa and said “Remember, one hour.”

“Mistress, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to get you into this mess!” Eul cried. Melissa shook her hair off her shoulders and glared at Melissa. “I’m not in a ’mess’, but I am not happy with you. I thought I trained you better! Why do you keep running?”

“Melis… Mistress, I mean, they wanted me to shove a three inch pipe up my ass! I…”

“Did you deserve it? Didn’t you almost close the coffee shop by running the first time? Eul, look at me! You run a second time and I end up handcuffed and shackled! Is this how your mistress is supposed to look?”

“No, Mistress” Eul said meekly, lowering her eyes.

“I’m glad you realize that. I don’t suppose you know the IMF has changed your sentence in light of your escape.”

Eulalia shook her head. She hoped for the best but her worse fear was confirmed. “You are going to be nailed to a cross and hung for twenty-four hours. And it’s going to be a very public crucifixion. They were going to do it in front of the coffee shop but because of the crowds and the media they moved it to the commuter parking lot.”

Thoughts raced through Eul’s head. Up until then she thought she was going to be tied to a cross for two hours in the IMF’s correction facility. She had imagined how much it would hurt hanging from the cross with ropes burning into her wrists and ankles. She had wondered how humiliating it would be to writhe naked on a cross in the center off a cellblock with leering prisoners and guards looking on. Now she faced a day nailed to the wood in public. Eul felt the pain in her shoulders and chest as she struggled to breathe after the few hours she had been bound to the small cross with her legs at least offering some support. She took a deep breath and said “Oh, Mistress, I’m afraid I’m as good as dead!”

Melissa said sharply “Eulalia, you can do it. I’m not going to lose the best coffee grinder I’ve go! I’ve asked for Tree to crucify you and the IMF has approved it”

“But, Mistress, his victims last for days before they die!” Eul cried.

“Exactly! Eulalia, your punishment has been raised to a capital offence. That means if you last twenty-four hours you are freed. You haven’t been condemned to die. You can make it!”

It didn’t seem like an hour had passed when Mother Superior arrived. She leaned down and opened the shackles. She stood before Melissa and slipped a finger into Melissa’s sex. It was warm and moist. With a hint of a smile she said “Mr. Tree has made arrangement for the last fifteen minutes of your visit to be conjugal. Make the most of it”

She stepped behind Melissa, removed the hand cuffs, and walked away. Across the courtyard the novice was having her own visitors. And older man and two men near her age were taking turns raping the poor woman. Mother Superior thought it would have been nice if she had a father and brothers that would have attended to her training when she was a novice…

Melissa asked if she could ride back in the cab. I handcuffed, blindfolded her, and then helped her into the seat. Buckled in I closed her door and climbed in and drove off. As we passed through the gates Melissa asked “So, Tree, what did you have to do to free me.”

I tossed my hat on the console and ran my hand through my hair. She persisted. “So, did you fuck the penguin?”

I shook my head and said “Yeah, I fucked the nun.”

“I thought you only did that for business or if she wants it.”

“Let’s call it both, then” I replied.

“M’Hmmm, by the way, I know where the place is. We used to, um, park there.”

“Yeah, and when you parked there they didn’t have barded wire and guards with automatic weapons. So keep your friends safe and your mouth shut” I said as I pulled the blindfold off…
 
Thank you, sir Bozz. This is a l'il piece to move us up to Eul's Thursday...

“How did Eulalia take the news?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I’m sure she’s frightened but I also think she’s excited” Mel explained. I pulled over on one of the few stretches of road that had a shoulder. I unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her wrists from behind her back and unlocked the cuff from her left wrist. She pulled her right arm from behind her back, pulled the key from the left cuff and unlocked the right side. She looked at me and said “the nun must have been pretty damn good for you to throw this much protocol out the window.”

As I pulled back on the road I said “Doesn’t matter, Mel. Just make sure none of your friends try anything stupid. They’ll all die and Eul will get condemned.”

I reached over to the glove box and pulled out a flask. I took a heavy hit and handed the bottle to Melissa. I’ve never seen her drink hard liquor- hell, I don’t think I’ve seen her drink- but she took a big slug. She coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “JESUS, TREE, you can tell the difference from Eul’s grind to someone else with that SHIT in it?”

“One of God’s gifts’ I replied…
 
prosit,skol
 
I have to torment Eul on her day. By the way Admi, does "prosit, skol" Mean "Scoal, brotha"?

Eul hung on the cross until mid afternoon. She groaned as she was freed, stretching muscles and loosening joints that hadn’t moved for hours. Sister Persecutor led her into the main building, not bothering to use any restraints. As they rode up the elevator Sister said “You should thank us. That will be good training for your real crucifixion.”

Eul was brought to a windowless room and was knelt over a bench with a lunette at one end. Without being told Eulalia leaned forward, surrendering her neck to the open lunette. Sister pulled her hair forward then slipped the upper half down, locking it position. Eulalia had an image of her being mounted onto a guillotine. That started that warming in her loins. To insure Eulalia wouldn’t have an easy time satisfying that urge her wrists were tied to her knees. Sister ran a finger through Eul’s sex and smiled as she found the expected wetness. She slapped Eul’s ass hard and said “You have to be the horniest bitch I’ve ever seen. You’ll have a few hours to ponder you upcoming date with the cross. Try not to come too many times.”

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Not done yet. Have to add this part. Hope Eulalia enjoys...

Sister left, dimming the light above Eul and closed the door. Thoughts of the crucifixion she would face did race through her head. They mingled with the guillotine thoughts. It wasn’t long before she discovered if she coiled her back she could rub her clit against the bench. Eul began humping the bench with the added stimulation of her metal tag tugging at her labia.

She imagining being high on a scaffold facing a guillotine, surrounded by a mob. Not satisfied just ripping her dress to expose her shoulders and breasts they tear at the dress until she stood naked except for the ropes binding her elbows behind her back. She would be pushed to the edge of the platform so the mob could get a clear view of her naked body. The leering crowd shouted lewd insults. They laughed at her breasts thrust out proudly with nipples erect in the cool late evening. They didn’t care that her only crime was her blood line. She was led to the guillotine and her neck was secured in the lunette. She thought that the blade would soon drop and the nightmare would end. But the executioner had another idea. To the delight of the mob he speared her sex with his hard shaft, fucking her hard. It didn’t take him long to pump his load into her…

“Oh, God” Eul hissed as she came. She panted heavily. She looked about the dim room and said to herself “That might work here. What are you going to do on a cross, girl?”

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