Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Was that meant as a reward or a punishment; you didn't specify.
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Barb’s indiscretion
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Unbelivbale, she learning!
Ah! Earrare humanum est.Since when have I ever done that?
How about a little privacy here!
You left privacy at the cell door, Moore.
Now less talk more action, I paid good money for this view!
One after another the prisoners are handcuffed and taken to the holding cells.
After seeing or hearing the young woman beaten by the guard, the rest of the women silently followed the guards’ orders.
Fear of what faced the prisoners made their walk to the holding cells a solemn affair.
The prisoners are not abused but the process of handcuffing the women is done sternly with no regard for the pain the tightly cinched cuffs causes.
The walk to the holding cells brings the women through the men’s cell block where the naked women must hear the lewd calls from the male convicts.
I am handcuffed and led to the holding cell. Demeaning as it is to be led naked through the men’s cellblock with raw remarks from the prisoners, I know soon I will be hanging naked nailed to a cross for not only my punishment but to entertain the crowd that will be there to watch me suffer.
My day gets no better as I sit with three other prisoners. The bench is wet from one or more women that preceded us here. The four of us are lectured that we will carry our patibulum that our wrists will be nailed to and we will hang from. The woman on the left asks “What the hell is a ‘patibulum’?”
I look at her and don’t answer. I know it is the crossbar. I will carry mine. I don’t want to be beaten. I have to live!
-Barb Moore
After seeing or hearing the young woman beaten by the guard, the rest of the women silently followed the guards’ orders.
Fear of what faced the prisoners made their walk to the holding cells a solemn affair.
The prisoners are not abused but the process of handcuffing the women is done sternly with no regard for the pain the tightly cinched cuffs causes.
The walk to the holding cells brings the women through the men’s cell block where the naked women must hear the lewd calls from the male convicts.
I am handcuffed and led to the holding cell. Demeaning as it is to be led naked through the men’s cellblock with raw remarks from the prisoners, I know soon I will be hanging naked nailed to a cross for not only my punishment but to entertain the crowd that will be there to watch me suffer.
My day gets no better as I sit with three other prisoners. The bench is wet from one or more women that preceded us here. The four of us are lectured that we will carry our patibulum that our wrists will be nailed to and we will hang from. The woman on the left asks “What the hell is a ‘patibulum’?”
I look at her and don’t answer. I know it is the crossbar. I will carry mine. I don’t want to be beaten. I have to live!
-Barb Moore
Ohhhhhh Shit!!!!!!
EWWWWWWWW
Another indication of the failure of our educational system...
connoisseurs
Senator
You can be glad the judge didn´t know this pic, taped secondes befor the accident...
connoisseurs
Senator
What are these for? A little bitOh, Geeze!
The walk to the prisoners’ Golgotha is just a bit more than a mile. The first hundred yards is eye-opening!
They place the beam across my shoulders and tie my wrists to the ends of it. I can’t help saying how heavy it is and it hurts. Their reply is for me to wait until I am nailed to it and hang from the spikes. A really cheerful bunch…
I leave the prison naked except for my crucifixion accessories bound to me. I have taught courses (most professionally) at the UMV about the virtues of the proper punishment of women and one of them included their crucifixion. Never had I expected to be one of those women in 2018!
I have lectured in my course of the need to punish women for their sexual desires. It sounded good in an academic lecture. Now I am living the lessons I have taught.
I step out of the prison not a free woman but a prisoner condemned to be crucified. The first hundred yards is liked with media photographing and videotaping my soiled naked body. With my wrists tied to the crossbeam I have no way to cover myself. I look straight ahead as walk through the gauntlet of cameramen and reporters ignoring the often lewd and graphic questions shouted at me.
It is a mile from the prison to the hill called Golgotha. I’m in good shape and it would usually be an easy walk. This morning however it is more difficult. It is a very warm humid day and the beats down on my naked skin. I am already hungry and thirsty as we were denied any breakfast or drink this morning. The crossbar has to weigh at least half of what I do and the way I am bound to it does not allow good posture or an easy walking position. My bare feet feel like they are being fried on the asphalt I walk on.
In addition to the media the route to Golgotha is lined with spectators. I don’t know many of them but do come across a pair of young women who are calling my name and waving at me.
“Hi, Professor Moore! We took your course about proper punishment of women. We can’t wait to see you how you take yours” one says.
“And we can’t wait to watch you shake you tits and ass when you are crucified” the other one says.
I should be happy they were enthused enough by my class that they came to see me crucified but I think their interest is the same as most of the people here. They are here to see us suffer the torture of the cross.
-Barb Moore
This Friday a dozen women prisoners will be crucified on Golgotha. They are brought out in individually to carry their crossbar from the prison to Golgotha. It makes for a better show for the spectators (and brings more money in for the vendors selling booze and beer). A dozen women crucified doesn’t really compare to the Hill of 100 Crosses™ but it is the largest mass crucifixion of women since the Great Slave Rebellion of 2013.
The three quarters of the women’s march to Golgotha is on asphalt streets leading out of Paris (Arkansas). The women are offered no comfort on their walk to Golgotha. Spectators jeer them as they pass and rotten fruit and insults are hurled at them. If they walk too slowly they feel the guards’ whips. If they fall- and they all do- the only help they receive is being lifted to their feet and a whipping. Remember the court’s sentence is they will only be crucified for twenty-four hours. The court’s goal is that none of the women survive the day on the cross!
The last quarter mile includes the hundred and fifty yard climb up Golgotha. The convict women are tired, whipped, thirsty, and hungry. The hot asphalt streets had felt like silk compared to the gravel-strewn path up the hill. The convicts struggle both with the load they carry, the rough path, and the lashes of the guards’ whips.
While most of the women are treated much the same special attention is rendered to the blonde that swore in the prison she would not be crucified. She is quickly nailed to her cross. Like most prisoners she howls with each blow of the hammer as it drives the spikes through her wrists and feet.
She is left lying on her cross to recover from the shocking pain of being nailed to the cross. It is not a sign of mercy as a huge black man kneels next to her and says “Not only are you going to hang from your cross but you are going to do so with my cum oozing from your cunt!”
He fucks the woman hard without regard for her comfort or satisfaction. With tears of pain and humiliation running from her eyes she is raised on her cross.
When it is dropped into the socket, she damn near passes out.
I am in the last group of prisoners. My back is bleeding from both the crossbar scraping it and the unprovoked lashes of the guards whip. My knees are scratched and oozing blood from the times I have fallen. As we near the top of Golgotha we can see some of the other women are already crucified. It is not a welcoming sight…
-Barb Moore
They place the beam across my shoulders and tie my wrists to the ends of it. I can’t help saying how heavy it is and it hurts. Their reply is for me to wait until I am nailed to it and hang from the spikes. A really cheerful bunch…
I leave the prison naked except for my crucifixion accessories bound to me. I have taught courses (most professionally) at the UMV about the virtues of the proper punishment of women and one of them included their crucifixion. Never had I expected to be one of those women in 2018!
I have lectured in my course of the need to punish women for their sexual desires. It sounded good in an academic lecture. Now I am living the lessons I have taught.
I step out of the prison not a free woman but a prisoner condemned to be crucified. The first hundred yards is liked with media photographing and videotaping my soiled naked body. With my wrists tied to the crossbeam I have no way to cover myself. I look straight ahead as walk through the gauntlet of cameramen and reporters ignoring the often lewd and graphic questions shouted at me.
It is a mile from the prison to the hill called Golgotha. I’m in good shape and it would usually be an easy walk. This morning however it is more difficult. It is a very warm humid day and the beats down on my naked skin. I am already hungry and thirsty as we were denied any breakfast or drink this morning. The crossbar has to weigh at least half of what I do and the way I am bound to it does not allow good posture or an easy walking position. My bare feet feel like they are being fried on the asphalt I walk on.
In addition to the media the route to Golgotha is lined with spectators. I don’t know many of them but do come across a pair of young women who are calling my name and waving at me.
“Hi, Professor Moore! We took your course about proper punishment of women. We can’t wait to see you how you take yours” one says.
“And we can’t wait to watch you shake you tits and ass when you are crucified” the other one says.
I should be happy they were enthused enough by my class that they came to see me crucified but I think their interest is the same as most of the people here. They are here to see us suffer the torture of the cross.
-Barb Moore
This Friday a dozen women prisoners will be crucified on Golgotha. They are brought out in individually to carry their crossbar from the prison to Golgotha. It makes for a better show for the spectators (and brings more money in for the vendors selling booze and beer). A dozen women crucified doesn’t really compare to the Hill of 100 Crosses™ but it is the largest mass crucifixion of women since the Great Slave Rebellion of 2013.
The three quarters of the women’s march to Golgotha is on asphalt streets leading out of Paris (Arkansas). The women are offered no comfort on their walk to Golgotha. Spectators jeer them as they pass and rotten fruit and insults are hurled at them. If they walk too slowly they feel the guards’ whips. If they fall- and they all do- the only help they receive is being lifted to their feet and a whipping. Remember the court’s sentence is they will only be crucified for twenty-four hours. The court’s goal is that none of the women survive the day on the cross!
The last quarter mile includes the hundred and fifty yard climb up Golgotha. The convict women are tired, whipped, thirsty, and hungry. The hot asphalt streets had felt like silk compared to the gravel-strewn path up the hill. The convicts struggle both with the load they carry, the rough path, and the lashes of the guards’ whips.
While most of the women are treated much the same special attention is rendered to the blonde that swore in the prison she would not be crucified. She is quickly nailed to her cross. Like most prisoners she howls with each blow of the hammer as it drives the spikes through her wrists and feet.
She is left lying on her cross to recover from the shocking pain of being nailed to the cross. It is not a sign of mercy as a huge black man kneels next to her and says “Not only are you going to hang from your cross but you are going to do so with my cum oozing from your cunt!”
He fucks the woman hard without regard for her comfort or satisfaction. With tears of pain and humiliation running from her eyes she is raised on her cross.
When it is dropped into the socket, she damn near passes out.
I am in the last group of prisoners. My back is bleeding from both the crossbar scraping it and the unprovoked lashes of the guards whip. My knees are scratched and oozing blood from the times I have fallen. As we near the top of Golgotha we can see some of the other women are already crucified. It is not a welcoming sight…
-Barb Moore
Arkansas men are known for being cheerful, in addition to being drunks and women molesters.
I look straight ahead as walk through the gauntlet of cameramen and reporters ignoring the often lewd and graphic questions shouted at me.
I've learned it's always best to try not to look your tormentors in the eye, especially in Arkansas!
“Hi, Professor Moore! We took your course about proper punishment of women. We can’t wait to see you how you take yours” one says.
“And we can’t wait to watch you shake you tits and ass when you are crucified” the other one says.
You find out what your students really think of you when you are up there lecturing.
This claim needs to be fact-checked ....
This is so unfair!
Like most prisoners she howls with each blow of the hammer as it drives the spikes through her wrists and feet.
I'd recognize that hat anywhere! Oh Shit!
I am in the last group of prisoners. My back is bleeding from both the crossbar scraping it and the unprovoked lashes of the guards whip. My knees are scratched and oozing blood from the times I have fallen. As we near the top of Golgotha we can see some of the other women are already crucified. It is not a welcoming sight…
That's me ... second from the last in line. You can identify me by my hair and my tight little (and by the fact that SkatingJesus put me in that manip
). Is there really room for a dozen of us on that hill. I'd be happy to give my place up to one of the others if it gets a little crowded. Maybe by the time they get to the end of the line, there will be no moore room?
NICE POST, TREE
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
second or next to last?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I was unsure because next to last seems a little looser and bigger than before? Not working out? Enjoying a little too much Riesling with thin mints? Just Asking.
Incoming!!!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
On second look it is very tight and little! Ouch!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Wondering, Is there a running total of demerits? Does the monthly leader get a special session with the (head)mistress? A little "special" correction?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Also, are only males eligible? Have any demerits been issued to those of the female persuasion?
I can't be bothered to keep track ...
Not to my knowledge ...