The Olympic Crux

[old slave]

So true, so true ... you have obviously been there! At least the criticism from the crowd part usually doesn't amount to jeers and catcalls ... or maybe it does ... just in a veiled, cloaked beneath the surface, academic way

Yes, been there, got the T-shirt and the (mental) scars to prove it.

And while I'm trying to rember all the valid points in 15mins, and not drop my papers or the mike or the pointer and hope the slides (remember those) are not upside down, the smiling academic in the front row has 15mins to think of a cutting remark which will earn him a G&T and a "that put the upstart down, what old boy" in the bar at night. The same bar the 'upstart' has to smoose in to get his next (tempoary) job.

 

[Barbaria1]

Yes, been there, got the T-shirt and the (mental) scars to prove it.

And while I'm trying to rember all the valid points in 15mins, and not drop my papers or the mike or the pointer and hope the slides (remember those) are not upside down, the smiling academic in the front row has 15mins to think of a cutting remark which will earn him a G&T and a "that put the upstart down, what old boy" in the bar at night. The same bar the 'upstart' has to smoose in to get his next (tempoary) job.

Ahhhh ... know it all to well

 

[thehangingtree]

The holding cells are really hellholes with no air conditioning, running water, or even a pot to use as a toilet. The air is hot and still and reeks of human excrement. An hour and half before the athletes are given their cross they are allowed a visit by their crucifixion team. Some of the athletes have ‘acquired cold feet’ and must be ‘convinced’ to compete by their teams.



Some are brutally raped by their team.



As Barb is taken from her holding cell she hears a loud cheer echo down the athletes’ tunnel followed by the announcer booming “One up, 149 to go!” In the ready room Siss helps clean her and distract her from the task ahead of Barb.



Then Siss puts on a large strap-on. Barb looks confused and Siss says “Didn’t Tree tell you about ‘paying’ Bull’s and Gunner’s sons?”

He had but she wanted to forget about that but Siss took somewhat forcefully. Barb looks none too pleased.



Then Siss straps Barb to a bondage chair. As she sets the leather blindfold over Barb’s eyes she says “Trust me- it will be easier this way. At least you can say you didn’t ‘give’ yourself to them.


Barb looks into the darkness and as unpleasant as being taken by the two young men but that is all that separates her from taking her cross to carry it to her crucifixion…



Tree

 

[Eulalia]

Am I to believe Bull and Gunner have only one son apiece?
I'd have thought a significant proportion of babies
born in certain parts of the USA in recent years
have an uncanny resemblance to one or other of them

 

[thehangingtree]

Am I to believe Bull and Gunner have only one son apiece?
I'd have thought a significant proportion of babies
born in certain parts of the USA in recent years
have an uncanny resemblance to one or other of them

Tree is certain they have more than one and not just in the US but the crucifixion teams allow only three members. And speaking of members , not only do they look like younger versions of their fathers but they inherited their generous 'tally hackers'!!!



Tree

 

[Eulalia]

No artificial stimulants or performance enhancers there then?

 

[Barbaria1]

The holding cells are really hellholes with no air conditioning, running water, or even a pot to use as a toilet. The air is hot and still and reeks of human excrement. An hour and half before the athletes are given their cross they are allowed a visit by their crucifixion team. Some of the athletes have ‘acquired cold feet’ and must be ‘convinced’ to compete by their teams.

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Some are brutally raped by their team.

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As Barb is taken from her holding cell she hears a loud cheer echo down the athletes’ tunnel followed by the announcer booming “One up, 149 to go!” In the ready room Siss helps clean her and distract her from the task ahead of Barb.

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Then Siss puts on a large strap-on. Barb looks confused and Siss says “Didn’t Tree tell you about ‘paying’ Bull’s and Gunner’s sons?”

He had but she wanted to forget about that but Siss took somewhat forcefully. Barb looks none too pleased.

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Then Siss straps Barb to a bondage chair. As she sets the leather blindfold over Barb’s eyes she says “Trust me- it will be easier this way. At least you can say you didn’t ‘give’ yourself to them.
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Barb looks into the darkness and as unpleasant as being taken by the two young men but that is all that separates her from taking her cross to carry it to her crucifixion…



Tree

Wait just one minute here!!!!

Not you Siss; you just keep doing what you are doing to me mmmmnmmm.

No I mean you, Tree. I don't remember anything in either the big print or the tiny print about being reamed out before the event by the likes of Bull and Ginner!

Where do I lodge my formal protest?

 

[thehangingtree]

No artificial stimulants or performance enhancers there then?

Nope, all natural...

 

[thehangingtree]

Wait just one minute here!!!!

View attachment 403132 Not you Siss; you just keep doing what you are doing to me mmmmnmmm.

No I mean you, Tree. I don't remember anything in either the big print or the tiny print about being reamed out before the event by the likes of Bull and Ginner!

Where do I lodge my formal protest?

Too late... why do you Siss put a ball-gag in your mouth? She certainly enjoyed listening to you try to squeal past it while they pounded you pussy. She was interested how she could see your belly move with each thrust!!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

Too late... why do you Siss put a ball-gag in your mouth? She certainly enjoyed listening to you try to squeal past it while they pounded you pussy. She was interested how she could see your belly move with each thrust!!!!

And for which advanced degree is she conducting research?

 

[thehangingtree]

And for which advanced degree is she conducting research?

'The Study of Female Internal Elasticity'???

 

[Wragg]

And for which advanced degree is she conducting research?

Dunno, but I can't wait for the Awards Ceremony....

- Chairman Emeritus Wragg

 

[thehangingtree]

Dunno, but I can't wait for the Awards Ceremony....

- Chairman Emeritus Wragg

You Bastard!!! Oh that's your cousin "B. 'something' Wragg"... what is his name???

 

[norms]

Olympic Training

 

[thehangingtree]

After Siss with her huge strap-on dildo and the two human jackhammers wrecked my pussy I wonder if I am bowlegged as I enter the athletes’ tunnel that leads to Coliseum’s bowl. Before taking my cross Siss appears before me. I am not pleased with her and say “I could have handled those assholes without you having fun at my expense with the dildo!”



“It was symbolic, Barb. Three cocks- three spikes…” she says as she lights a Madame Wu



“I could use one of those right about now.”

“Sorry Barb but you get only IOC-approved water until you have won the Gold Medal! Listen carefully Barb; once you take the cross and step over that white line you have one hour to drag it to you crucifixion. For every minute or fraction thereof there is five minute penalty deducted from the time when you capitulate. If you take five minutes and one second over the hour to lie the cross down at the top you lose a half hour from you’re your time.

If you fall and cannot lift the cross without help the first time the guys help you lose five minutes from your time. The second time you lose 15 minutes. The third the penalty is a half hour and the fourth is an hour penalty- and each penalty accumulates on top of the previous and is added to any time penalty!

“You have trained well. You can do this Barb” Siss says to me.

“Get out of my way and let me get this over with” I say angrily. Fuck yes I can do this. What choice do I have?

“You be great Barb! I’ll see you ‘Golgotha’ in hour” Siss says. ‘Not the best way of phrasing that’ I think. I take the cross and think this isn’t as bad as I remember. Maybe all the training was worth it!

Before I signed up to even qualify for this I flew out to LA to see the Coliseum. I remember standing high in the stands as a packed house watched a night Soccer match wondering why I could even be considering being nailed to a cross and hang crucified naked before an even larger standing-room-only crowd at the Olympics.



I drag my cross from the tunnel into the blazing late morning sun. The roar of the crowd is deafening but even over the roar I hear announced over the Public address speakers “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REPRESENTING THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND THE UNIVERSITY OF THE VIRGIN MARTYRS, YOUR NUMBER ONE SEEDED ATHLETE- BARBARA MOOOOORRRRRRRRRE!!!!!”

Even in the midday heat I am covered with goosebumps and my nipples are most tumescent!



I think as I see thousands of cameras and phones I am either going to have to become a porn star or find a really good new identity once those pictures are on the web!!!

-Barb

Tree

 

[Wragg]

Hark at the deafening roar of the crowd!

 

[Hondoboot2]

After Siss with her huge strap-on dildo and the two human jackhammers wrecked my pussy I wonder if I am bowlegged as I enter the athletes’ tunnel that leads to Coliseum’s bowl. Before taking my cross Siss appears before me. I am not pleased with her and say “I could have handled those assholes without you having fun at my expense with the dildo!”

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“It was symbolic, Barb. Three cocks- three spikes…” she says as she lights a Madame Wu

View attachment 403211

“I could use one of those right about now.”

“Sorry Barb but you get only IOC-approved water until you have won the Gold Medal! Listen carefully Barb; once you take the cross and step over that white line you have one hour to drag it to you crucifixion. For every minute or fraction thereof there is five minute penalty deducted from the time when you capitulate. If you take five minutes and one second over the hour to lie the cross down at the top you lose a half hour from you’re your time.

If you fall and cannot lift the cross without help the first time the guys help you lose five minutes from your time. The second time you lose 15 minutes. The third the penalty is a half hour and the fourth is an hour penalty- and each penalty accumulates on top of the previous and is added to any time penalty!

“You have trained well. You can do this Barb” Siss says to me.

“Get out of my way and let me get this over with” I say angrily. Fuck yes I can do this. What choice do I have?

“You be great Barb! I’ll see you ‘Golgotha’ in hour” Siss says. ‘Not the best way of phrasing that’ I think. I take the cross and think this isn’t as bad as I remember. Maybe all the training was worth it!

Before I signed up to even qualify for this I flew out to LA to see the Coliseum. I remember standing high in the stands as a packed house watched a night Soccer match wondering why I could even be considering being nailed to a cross and hang crucified naked before an even larger standing-room-only crowd at the Olympics.

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I drag my cross from the tunnel into the blazing late morning sun. The roar of the crowd is deafening but even over the roar I hear announced over the Public address speakers “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REPRESENTING THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND THE UNIVERSITY OF THE VIRGIN MARTYRS, YOUR NUMBER ONE SEEDED ATHLETE- BARBARA MOOOOORRRRRRRRRE!!!!!”

Even in the midday heat I am covered with goosebumps and my nipples are most tumescent!

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I think as I see thousands of cameras and phones I am either going to have to become a porn star or find a really good new identity once those pictures are on the web!!!

-Barb

Tree

Barbara, Barbara, Barbara, the crowd is chanting wildly as your name is announced. Thousands of people are taking pictures, all of your hard work was for this moment Barb, now go win that gold medal!!!!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

After Siss with her huge strap-on dildo and the two human jackhammers wrecked my pussy I wonder if I am bowlegged as I enter the athletes’ tunnel that leads to Coliseum’s bowl. Before taking my cross Siss appears before me. I am not pleased with her and say “I could have handled those assholes without you having fun at my expense with the dildo!”

View attachment 403209

“It was symbolic, Barb. Three cocks- three spikes…” she says as she lights a Madame Wu

View attachment 403211

“I could use one of those right about now.”

“Sorry Barb but you get only IOC-approved water until you have won the Gold Medal! Listen carefully Barb; once you take the cross and step over that white line you have one hour to drag it to you crucifixion. For every minute or fraction thereof there is five minute penalty deducted from the time when you capitulate. If you take five minutes and one second over the hour to lie the cross down at the top you lose a half hour from you’re your time.

If you fall and cannot lift the cross without help the first time the guys help you lose five minutes from your time. The second time you lose 15 minutes. The third the penalty is a half hour and the fourth is an hour penalty- and each penalty accumulates on top of the previous and is added to any time penalty!

“You have trained well. You can do this Barb” Siss says to me.

“Get out of my way and let me get this over with” I say angrily. Fuck yes I can do this. What choice do I have?

“You be great Barb! I’ll see you ‘Golgotha’ in hour” Siss says. ‘Not the best way of phrasing that’ I think. I take the cross and think this isn’t as bad as I remember. Maybe all the training was worth it!

Before I signed up to even qualify for this I flew out to LA to see the Coliseum. I remember standing high in the stands as a packed house watched a night Soccer match wondering why I could even be considering being nailed to a cross and hang crucified naked before an even larger standing-room-only crowd at the Olympics.

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I drag my cross from the tunnel into the blazing late morning sun. The roar of the crowd is deafening but even over the roar I hear announced over the Public address speakers “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, REPRESENTING THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA AND THE UNIVERSITY OF THE VIRGIN MARTYRS, YOUR NUMBER ONE SEEDED ATHLETE- BARBARA MOOOOORRRRRRRRRE!!!!!”

Even in the midday heat I am covered with goosebumps and my nipples are most tumescent!

View attachment 403212

I think as I see thousands of cameras and phones I am either going to have to become a porn star or find a really good new identity once those pictures are on the web!!!

-Barb

Tree

Hark at the deafening roar of the crowd!

Barbara, Barbara, Barbara, the crowd is chanting wildly as your name is announced. Thousands of people are taking pictures, all of your hard work was for this moment Barb, now go win that gold medal!!!!!!

Now I know why Olympians train and compete for the gold, no matter how great the sacrifices may be. They are either stupid or insane.

What the fuck am I doing here? Whatever made me think there was any glory in dragging a fucking heavy piece of timber, stark naked up a fucking steep slope, in front of tens of thousands of lecherous enraptured spectators, all for the purpose of being fucking nailed to the stupid thing and left up there to twist and writhe in the blazing sun, while some fucking idiot calculates how many extra minutes I have to capitulate, whatever the fuck that means, and all of this after having my pussy fucked three times by Siss, Bull and Gunner!!!

Who came up with all this shit anyway? I am feeling rebellious. What would happen if I just dropped this cross on the track and walked off? Maybe went back to Siss for an encore of something infinitely more pleasurable? Why not? Being seeded number 1 is no advantage when you know perfectly well that the Russians have doped up their entry anyway, along with hacking every email server they can find. Now I am on a roll here. Let's see what else can I bitch and complain about?

Uh oh, Wait. Here come Hondo and Wragg out on the track to give me a little pep talk. Oh, seems they have a little cash bet on my winning the gold, and my sudden refusal to go forward and compete has them a little upset. In fact, Wragg was so sure I would win that he bet that entire pile known as Cruxton Abbey on me. His ancestors will roll over in their graves when they find out he lost the place in a stupid bet on soneone from the colonies. And Hondo says he bet all of Oklahoma on me. It's only a red state, but you have to admit placing it all on me was pretty stupid brave.

Well, I have no choice, as Thessela is fond of saying. If I ever want to be invited again to Cruxton Abbey, to have the pleasure of being spreadeagled naked again on one of Wragg's four posters, or experience the joy of sneaking a few nips of his expensive sherry, I am going to have to pick up this cross and, as the English say, "carry on". Hondo agrees.

Alright, alright. I'll do it. The roar of the crowd cheers me on as I set off at a brisk pace ... Or maybe they just like my tight little?

Anyway, Olympic gold, here I come!

 

[Wragg]

View attachment 403236 Now I know why Olympians train and compete for the gold, no matter how great the sacrifices may be. They are either stupid or insane.

What the fuck am I doing here? Whatever made me think there was any glory in dragging a fucking heavy piece of timber, stark naked up a fucking steep slope, in front of tens of thousands of lecherous enraptured spectators, all for the purpose of being fucking nailed to the stupid thing and left up there to twist and writhe in the blazing sun, while some fucking idiot calculates how many extra minutes I have to capitulate, whatever the fuck that means, and all of this after having my pussy fucked three times by Siss, Bull and Gunner!!!

Who came up with all this shit anyway? I am feeling rebellious. What would happen if I just dropped this cross on the track and walked off? Maybe went back to Siss for an encore of something infinitely more pleasurable? Why not? Being seeded number 1 is no advantage when you know perfectly well that the Russians have doped up their entry anyway, along with hacking every email server they can find. Now I am on a roll here. Let's see what else can I bitch and complain about?

Uh oh, Wait. Here come Hondo and Wragg out on the track to give me a little pep talk. Oh, seems they have a little cash bet on my winning the gold, and my sudden refusal to go forward and compete has them a little upset. In fact, Wragg was so sure I would win that he bet that entire pile known as Cruxton Abbey on me. His ancestors will roll over in their graves when they find out he lost the place in a stupid bet on soneone from the colonies. And Hondo says he bet all of Oklahoma on me. It's only a red state, but you have to admit placing it all on me was pretty stupid brave.

Well, I have no choice, as Thessela is fond of saying. If I ever want to be invited again to Cruxton Abbey, to have the pleasure of being spreadeagled naked again on one of Wragg's four posters, or experience the joy of sneaking a few nips of his expensive sherry, I am going to have to pick up this cross and, as the English say, "carry on". Hondo agrees.

Alright, alright. I'll do it. The roar of the crowd cheers me on as I set off at a brisk pace ... Or maybe they just like my tight little?

Anyway, Olympic gold, here I come!

There's fine wine in the cellar at Cruxton Abbey. Expensive kit in the dungeon. Would I risk all that on someone as, erm, 'unpredictable' as Barb?

Maybe, under extreme pressure, her imagination is playing tricks on her.

We'll see....

 

[Madiosi]