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Barb’s indiscretion

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Barb is brought to court wearing only the handcuffs locking her wrists behind her back. She is locked in the defendant’s cage to hear her sentence…

The courtroom is packed to hear my sentence. There is both lust and blood in their eyes. I’m dreading being sent to the reparation farm in Hooker, Oklahoma for five years to be the fuck-whore of the overseers. The ‘fair and just’ judge walks in and lewdly looks at my naked body. He sits in his chair behind the bench.

He clears his throat and announces “Barbara Moore, you have been convicted of grand theft auto, destruction of city property, endangering migratory fowl, reckless endangerment to city citizens, driving under the influence of alcohol, and having an open bottle of alcohol in the car. Due to the gravity of your crimes I sentence you to be nailed to a cross and hang publicly crucified next Friday at noon and remain crucified until noon Saturday. If you survive you will have served your sentence.”

I am shocked! I don’t want to go to the reparation farm but I hardly wish to be crucified!
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The courtroom bursts into cheers. I feel like I have just been condemned in Roman times!
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-Barb Moore, doomed!
 
. The ‘fair and just’ judge walks in and lewdly looks at my naked body. He sits in his chair behind the bench.

Damn! Not him again. Better not be a full moon tonight! :confused:

and having an open bottle of alcohol in the car.

Ummm ... that was Tree’s bottle, not mine. Call for a mistrial... :rolleyes:

If you survive you will have served your sentence

You mean there’s still hope? :)

I am shocked! I don’t want to go to the reparation farm but I hardly wish to be crucified!

Seems to be my usual fate here on CF :facepalm:
 
Barb has her mugshot taken. She is naked except for the handcuffs holding her arms behind her back and the sign dangling around her neck that does nothing to cover her ‘private parts’. Little does she know a copy of her mugshot will end up on the front page of the next edition of the Crux Chronicle that boldly announces the upcoming crucifixion!
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A prison guard leads me down the dark dank prison corridor. It is humiliating enough that the only thing I wear are the handcuffs locking my hands behind my back but I am being led through the men’s cellblock. Lewd comments are shouted from the cells about my ‘nice tits’ and ‘great ass’ they would love to fuck.
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Far more foreboding was the sign on the next thick iron door. It states ‘Condemned Prisoner Incarceration Cellblock’- Death Row! I protest saying “I have only been sentenced to 24 hours crucified!”

The guard shoves me forward and says “Have your dead body argue about it then! Get your tight little in the cell, bitch!”

My handcuffs are removed but that little freedom is replaced by the closing of the cell’s barred door. I am locked in! Around me there are other women as naked as I am in their cells. One even has irons locked around her ankles. She gives me a smug smile and asks “What is the new dead meat’s name?”
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“I’m Barb Moore and I have only been sentenced to 24 hours crucified. I think I can take that.”

“Really, Barb? We have all been sentenced to the same time. It is the law. But this isn’t the Tree estate where you are crucified on The Hill of 100 Crosses™ to die a few days later. This is an IMF crucifixion where they stretch us out on the cross and we die in less than a day. There is no food or water; just pain and a slow death.”

Another woman says. “I’m Claire. I don’t hold a prayer in hell that I am going to live through this. Less than five percent last for twenty-four hours. You better accept the fact that when you are crucified next Friday you are going to die on that cross with the rest of us.”
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I can’t believe what they are telling me. Am I really going to be dead by noon Saturday?

-Barb Moore
 
Little does she know a copy of her mugshot will end up on the front page of the next edition of the Crux Chronicle that boldly announces the upcoming crucifixion!

I look rather sullen there ... just like the pic on my DL ... it’s just how I react to authority...

Lewd comments are shouted from the cells about my ‘nice tits’ and ‘great ass’ they would love to fuck.

Men are so crude ... not sure they ever advance much mentally beyond the age of 15.


“I’m Barb Moore and I have only been sentenced to 24 hours crucified. I think I can take that.”

I tend to be an optimistic type...

Less than five percent last for twenty-four hours. You better accept the fact that when you are crucified next Friday you are going to die on that cross with the rest of us.”

One in 20? I can do that!
 
The week before my crucifixion is one that dragged at times and went by to fast at other times. The guards used all of us on death row. You go along with it if you want to eat. Other times the only ones to talk to are the other women sentenced to be crucified. While I hope can last a day crucified no one else is convinced any of us will survive the ordeal. The conversations do become somewhat depressing when everyone thinks we will all die crucified.

One of the women is fasting eating only a small amount of one meal a day.
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She thinks if she weighs less there is a better chance she can survive the cross. The woman in the cell next her admonishes that she needs the body fat to have any hope at all but still adds there is little chance of coming out alive.
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She doesn’t talk much. She is convinced she will be dead by noon Saturday.

The guards come into my cell and I am ready to be gangbanged. Instead they handcuff me and take me to the visitor’s cell. My hope fades quickly as I see Kathy Summer and Messaline in scant dresses that look a size too small on them. Kathy was a student of mine and Messaline is the French lumber baroness. Both tote cocktails and big smiles when see me.

“Will you look at that? Professor Moore has some great tits! She is going to look fabulous crucified” Kathy exclaims.

“Yes, the only thing that would make her look better is if her cross was made of my premium French crucifixion wood” Messaline replies.

I look back at the guard thinking I would rather have his cock buggering my tight little than having to put up with this bullshit.
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It is Thursday the day before I am to be crucified. My attorney comes to my cell smoking his Marlboro and drinking his cocktail. With a bit of desperation I ask “Have you filed an appeal on my sentence?”

His reply is not what I expected. He says “There is no appeal. I just wanted to see if you have any questions about your crucifixion.”

Any questions… I have a million of them but I don’t ask any. I will find out far too soon! Instead I huff “I am not going to carry the damn cross I am going to be crucified on!”

“That’s up to you” he says. “I get paid to crucify you, not get you to the hill.”

“I thought you are my defense attorney” I hiss.

“I was but I lost so I moved onto my other job.”
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I am so screwed…

-Barb Moore
 

-Barb Moore, doomed!
Nice manip of a great painting. I well remember from 50 years ago, the color painting in my new Bible at the Ecce Homo moment with a mostly naked Jesus. Very strong feelings of MANY kinds. Barb evokes few kinds but stronger feeling!
 
“Will you look at that? Professor Moore has some great tits! She is going to look fabulous crucified” Kathy exclaims.

“Yes, the only thing that would make her look better is if her cross was made of my premium French crucifixion wood” Messaline replies.

I look back at the guard thinking I would rather have his cock buggering my tight little than having to put up with this bullshit.

Where are your friends when you need them? Kathy only cares about my tits, and the French bitch only cares about her profits. :mad:

It is Thursday the day before I am to be crucified. My attorney comes to my cell smoking his Marlboro and drinking his cocktail. With a bit of desperation I ask “Have you filed an appeal on my sentence?”

A perfectly reasonable question to ask my attorney, it seemed to me. :rolleyes:

Instead I huff “I am not going to carry the damn cross I am going to be crucified on!”

THAT'S telling him! :cool:

“I thought you are my defense attorney” I hiss.

“I was but I lost so I moved onto my other job.”

I am so screwed…

I wonder if I can appeal to a higher court? What? Arkansas doesn't have one? Oh Shit! :facepalm:
 
Nice manip of a great painting. I well remember from 50 years ago, the color painting in my new Bible at the Ecce Homo moment with a mostly naked Jesus. Very strong feelings of MANY kinds. Barb evokes few kinds but stronger feeling!

As I recall, I think that other guy got to keep at least some of his clothes. :confused:
 
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I'm living in the wrong city!

I look rather sullen there

You look a bit thin too, are they not feeding you?

One of the women is fasting eating only a small amount of one meal a day.


Don't be foolish, Barb, you need to keep up your strength. I have something you could pop in your mouth, you know, if you're feeling peckish :rolleyes:
 
Don't be foolish, Barb, you need to keep up your strength. I have something you could pop in your mouth, you know, if you're feeling peckish :rolleyes:

Ummmmm ... thanks but no thanks :confused:

Well you do have a great body. I'm working on a escape plan for you , keep it between us.

I think nothing between our great bodies would be better than what phleb is proposing :devil:
 
Thursday night into early Friday morning…
Tomorrow I am going to be crucified. I don’t sleep well and do what I can to pass night.
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It is morning and the barred doors of our cells unlock and open. We are ordered to step out of our cells and stand outside of our cells. We are told we will be handcuffed and brought to holding cells before we are marched to the hill a mile away. A young woman, perhaps in panic, begins screaming that she will not be crucified. I stand outside cell 9 where I have lived the last week. I’m two cells from the young women yet I don’t look over as the guard flogs her with his Billy stick. I hear the bar hitting her body and her pained cries.
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Moments later the woman is handcuffed and dragged off by a pair of guards.
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I will see her later where we hang from our crosses. All she got for her protests was a good beating and an ass raping before she was nailed to her cross.
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I decide it may be best for me to follow what I am told to do…

-Barb Moore
 
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