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The Olympic Crux
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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well knownShe also has other talents
we did it just in an other somewhat longer way but it will be fixedThis isn't a root canal ???????????????????
I just need my tooth fixed !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thought more about a stag party
called that abuse of my authority, will looking for a just and rightful building for my own hall
I had to remember that
three days? nuts! that is only the first round
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Sure, quick, get a cross for her!
shastar
Tribune
The 2016 Olympic games are opening now. In 2024 Barbara Moore has less than dozen meters till she is the last athlete to be joined with her cross with three spikes through her wrists and feet!
Tree
Tree
I was not masturbating!!!Putting in an impressive spurt on the home straight!
Meanwhile outside the Coliseum in the Wragg's Concession and Rotten Fruit Stands a voice vote (it sounded damn near unanimous) decides the slave-bard Eul will remained crucified until the first Olympian capitulates or midnight that evening, which ever is longer...
Tree
...that will teach her!!!!
Fox-on-Cross
Great-Cruxinquisitor
As ever, remember please, the Olympic imaginary World comes to an end]
On the top tier of the Olympic Golgotha as with the field level and second tier the crosses are raised to form a circle with the athletes facing out towards the stands. The bases of the stipes are 3 meters apart. When raised there is slightly less than two meters between the right side of one patibulum to right end of the next. Ten meters would allow easy conversation between athletes allow relatively easy conversation with the women flanking them… if they were just standing on the ground. More pronounced on the top tier due to the tighter radius of the circle the athletes have to not just look to their side but somewhat behind their crosses to see the athletes on each side. Given the heat and the torture of the cross each woman would soon find their cross a solitary torment! Let’s join Barbara Moore as she nears the end of her trek…
I hope it is less than an hour since I left the athletes’ entrance till I arrive here. I’m not in a rush to have spikes pounded through me and be raised on the cross but I don’t want any dread penalty time. I was getting ‘cold feet’ before I took my cross but the true reality of what I am about to do sunk in when I passed the women on the field level who had been crucified well more than an hour. The ones closest to the path were maybe ten feet away as I passed. One begged me to toss my cross down and run away but even as afraid I became I knew that wasn’t an option; I would be crucified anyway and it would be up to panel of three male IOC judges to determine who much I can take. They have never seen a woman crucified before now and assholes aren’t even doctors that specialize in trauma!
Others were pleading to capitulate but even I read the rules enough to know that there is a six hour minimum (the networks insisted- sorry, money talks). The only one on the first tier doing fairly well was the Transylvanian women caught doping. She would be hard to beat except for her six hour penalty. Others cried for water but we get that only every three hours. I know much about the second tier as they are crucified 40 feet above the field and with the slope of the mound the closest one I pass is more than 100 feet away. I did look up there a couple times and thought it a perversely awesome sight. But none of that prepared me for the top of Golgotha!
The first one I saw was the crucified Sister Mary Martyr who was still acclimating to being. As I carried my cross on the south path that arcs to where I will be crucified I watched them raise the Russian woman. When her cross bottomed I thought she was knocked out but she was dazed for a few moments. She looks up and says something in Russian. I had to move on.
I told you about Thessela being raised now before me Tash, the Celtic Virgin, is about to take her first spike. She watches as the spike is placed over her wrist. She cannot look away as the hammer is raised. I can’t either!
-Barb
Tree
I hope it is less than an hour since I left the athletes’ entrance till I arrive here. I’m not in a rush to have spikes pounded through me and be raised on the cross but I don’t want any dread penalty time. I was getting ‘cold feet’ before I took my cross but the true reality of what I am about to do sunk in when I passed the women on the field level who had been crucified well more than an hour. The ones closest to the path were maybe ten feet away as I passed. One begged me to toss my cross down and run away but even as afraid I became I knew that wasn’t an option; I would be crucified anyway and it would be up to panel of three male IOC judges to determine who much I can take. They have never seen a woman crucified before now and assholes aren’t even doctors that specialize in trauma!
Others were pleading to capitulate but even I read the rules enough to know that there is a six hour minimum (the networks insisted- sorry, money talks). The only one on the first tier doing fairly well was the Transylvanian women caught doping. She would be hard to beat except for her six hour penalty. Others cried for water but we get that only every three hours. I know much about the second tier as they are crucified 40 feet above the field and with the slope of the mound the closest one I pass is more than 100 feet away. I did look up there a couple times and thought it a perversely awesome sight. But none of that prepared me for the top of Golgotha!
The first one I saw was the crucified Sister Mary Martyr who was still acclimating to being. As I carried my cross on the south path that arcs to where I will be crucified I watched them raise the Russian woman. When her cross bottomed I thought she was knocked out but she was dazed for a few moments. She looks up and says something in Russian. I had to move on.
I told you about Thessela being raised now before me Tash, the Celtic Virgin, is about to take her first spike. She watches as the spike is placed over her wrist. She cannot look away as the hammer is raised. I can’t either!
-Barb
Tree
The hammer falls and spike passes through Tash’s wrist and digs inches deep into the cross. Tash’s left wrist is joined to the cross and two blows later it is almost pinned by the spikes head. Tash is reduced to un-humanlike howls and gasps. Bull Jr. (his name is ‘Miura’ and hates when Barb calls him ‘Junior’!) says “Time is running out, Barb. You’ll know soon enough what she is feeling.”
I drag the cross past her looking back as they repeat the wretched act on her right wrist.
Less than two meters before me stands my special assistant and crux team member Siss and the senior advisor to the team Tree on either side of the socket the cross will drop into. They look like they have had a damn good time while I was doing the heavy lifting. Siss is drinking chilled Champagne and smoking a Madame Wu Blunt™ while Tree lights up a Marlboro while drinking what looks like Seagram’s 7 ‘neat’ over ice. I am so fucking thirsty I’d drink the water the bastard is draining from his cooler into cross’ receptacle…
-Barb
Tree
I drag the cross past her looking back as they repeat the wretched act on her right wrist.
Less than two meters before me stands my special assistant and crux team member Siss and the senior advisor to the team Tree on either side of the socket the cross will drop into. They look like they have had a damn good time while I was doing the heavy lifting. Siss is drinking chilled Champagne and smoking a Madame Wu Blunt™ while Tree lights up a Marlboro while drinking what looks like Seagram’s 7 ‘neat’ over ice. I am so fucking thirsty I’d drink the water the bastard is draining from his cooler into cross’ receptacle…
-Barb
Tree
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QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
Looks like Barb could use a swig of Seagrams to calm her down. After witnessing Sister Mary Martyr, the Russian babe, Tash, and others being crucified, her nerves might be frayed
I made it! Behind me I hear Tash’s cross thunder to a halt behind me. I don’t hear anything after that as the roar of 100,000 people drown everything. I look about and think I want to keep holding fucking cross. It’s harder to be nailed to that way.
“You two look like you are having fun” I say in surly voice driven by fear equaled only by the fear filling me.
“We’ll have time to talk after you’re nailed to the cross. You have less than five minutes to be nailed to that before you accrue penalty minutes” Tree replies.
I look about and can’t see a clock and I know the teams aren’t allowed anything from a watch to a phone that can show time. He just says “Trust me!”
-Barb
I’ve crucified women; the rules committee never has even seen one nailed to a cross and so one of the few rules I wrote that was not accepted was that Master Crucifixion Technicians could participate in the crucifixions. I knew they would through that out. It’s what is called a ‘red herring’ in negotiations. I wasn’t hoping it to pass but it was focused rules committee on the small rules I wanted to pass. I know what time it is because I put a rule in that allowed support teams to use electronic devices for their disabilities. I have a hearing aid that I really don’t need but it does give me GMT adjusted for local time with updates every 10 seconds!
Tree
It's called the 'Art of the Deal'... He is genius!
-Donald
“You two look like you are having fun” I say in surly voice driven by fear equaled only by the fear filling me.
“We’ll have time to talk after you’re nailed to the cross. You have less than five minutes to be nailed to that before you accrue penalty minutes” Tree replies.
I look about and can’t see a clock and I know the teams aren’t allowed anything from a watch to a phone that can show time. He just says “Trust me!”
-Barb
I’ve crucified women; the rules committee never has even seen one nailed to a cross and so one of the few rules I wrote that was not accepted was that Master Crucifixion Technicians could participate in the crucifixions. I knew they would through that out. It’s what is called a ‘red herring’ in negotiations. I wasn’t hoping it to pass but it was focused rules committee on the small rules I wanted to pass. I know what time it is because I put a rule in that allowed support teams to use electronic devices for their disabilities. I have a hearing aid that I really don’t need but it does give me GMT adjusted for local time with updates every 10 seconds!
Tree
It's called the 'Art of the Deal'... He is genius!
-Donald
I made it!!!!!! Huff puff. But here is where the going gets tough and the tough gets going.
I don't know what the fuck that really means, but it sounds inspirational and right now I think I will be grateful for any inspiration I can get.
Now for some complaining.
Are such big spikes really necessary? Just look at my delicate little wrists and tiny feet? Perhaps something a little shorter and with a narrower shank would do just as well, don't you think?
I am also wondering why I have to wait three hours between sips of water? Have you looked at that blazing hot sun? How would you like to go three hours without water? Or three hours without your Seagrams for that matter?
And finally, what's all this crap about red herrings, GMT, and making artful deals? This is the Olympics, for fucks sake. You are not running for office or losing another case in Admi's courtroom.
So stop congratulating yourself and get on with the job of nailing and raising me before I lose my nerve and chicken out!
And finally, what's all this crap about red herrings, GMT, and making artful deals?
'Red herrings, the artful deal, and Tree's cooler draining into the hole your cross will land are all related...
This is the Olympics, for fucks sake. You are not running for office or losing another case in Admi's courtroom.
I worked very hard to keep this out of Admi's courtroom....
T