RacingRodent
Consul
View attachment 536687 Other than ass-covering, no.
Well at least it makes for a more comfortable ride to the cross
View attachment 536687 Other than ass-covering, no.
View attachment 536690 Ok RR, now THAT just broke the Guiness World record on lame! Geeze!
She doesn't like you mentioning her ass, RRView attachment 536690 Ok RR, now THAT just broke the Guiness World record on lame! Geeze!
She doesn't like you mentioning her ass, RR
See what I mean?That's enough out of you today!
See what I mean?
So he may be, but those nipples tell their own tale.
I don't know but it is 'three spikes and you are out...'View attachment 536792 I think I need a drink ... make that two drinks ... Look for the other glass, you idiot, not at the gap in my dress!
View attachment 536793 How do I get myself into these predicaments? Oh Shit!
I don't know but it is 'three spikes and you are out...'
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He was 90% mental and only 50% physical...I didn't know Yogi knew anything about crucifying a girl.
No, she climbed right over my drunk ass...
I'am honoured.It is my last week before I will have to my sentence nailed to a cross for two days. I have mixed emotions as I can claim I have been held prisoner by Tree but I doubt most condemned prisoners are treated as well as I have been. I had to seduce the bastard to have sex so calling it rape would be cheap by even his standards…
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I have been allowed ‘guests’, some I invited and some I loathed to see. One was the incubus known as ‘the Rodent’. I am bound to an armchair and he stands before wearing an accusing stare.
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I ask him what this is all about and he sneers “I am surprised you have the nerve to ask. You seem so politically correct that you never considered I may be a bit height-challenged in my normal form.”
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“Has it never occurred to you my camera angle is always looking up?”
“Has it ever occurred to you just not to take the picture” Barb asks unsympathetically. It is obvious to Barb the thought never crossed his mind!
It gets worse. The next day someone called Dr. Madiosi comes into my room unannounced. I demand to know what this intrusion is about. He tosses me a business card that reads “Dr. Madiosi… Depictor of Dreams.”
“What does this mean? What kind of doctor are you? Whose dreams; yours or mine” I ask.
“The two are not mutually exclusive, Ms. Moore. I am what you need to prepare for your ordeal” he says.
“If you are expecting me to be bound to a cross for two days you can fuck yourself” I nearly spit.
“Nothing of the sort… I ask just six hours of your time. Tell me ‘no’ and I will leave” he says.
I have nothing to lose and most likely have nothing to gain I think yet I submit. I ask to use the bathroom as I am bound spread-eagle to a table of roughly finished wood. Dr. Madiosi explains I am bound to my destiny and can relieve myself if I so choose explaining my choices once crucified will be far more limited. He squeezes my jaw open and squirts a turkey-baster worth of some liquid deep past my tongue. He slaps the side of my face and says “You will learn your mental anguish will exceed your pain.”
I tug at the ropes to no avail as I feel my bowels churn. He is a fucking bastard!!!
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And no you have no need for any more details…
-Barbara Moore
Tree
The question remains are you a doctor or depictor of dreams...I'am honoured.
Dr. Madiosi
She doesn't like you mentioning her ass, RR
That's enough out of you today!
Man can't get a break.See what I mean?
I'm never convinced that Siss is much real help, no offense meant, Siss. I mean she doesn't actually rescue Barb. Perhaps I'm not thinking about this correctly.“Just leave it to me. You have enough to worry about, Barb” she says.