Be nice, Barb, I am writing the next chapter!I can't be bothered to keep track ...
Not to my knowledge ...
Be nice, Barb, I am writing the next chapter!I can't be bothered to keep track ...
Not to my knowledge ...
You SO asked for that
Silly girl....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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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!”
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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.
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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…
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-Barb Moore
A guard grabs my arm and brings me to the next cross. I don’t resist. I know my crucifixion is going to happen. My arms and legs are exhausted from carrying the beam up the hill. My shoulders hurt from the weight of the wood I brought here and my back is crisscrossed with whip welts that ooze blood through my skin. How much worse can being nailed to the cross be?
I watch with a perverse interest as the crossbar is nailed to the stipe. My cross is assembled!
One wonders what Barb feels as she howls in pain as the spike plunges through her wrist. Does she know she has lost her bladder and purged her bowels?
How Cute!
The last group of prisoners arrives at the summit of Golgotha. Most of the other prisoners have been crucified. The patibulums are removed from new arrivals’ shoulders. The women are not bound but there are guards all around them preventing their escape from crucifixion.
Around us there are women hanging crucified. Some are quietly crying in pain while others are still screaming in agony having just recently been raised on their crosses. Before me a woman is being nailed to her cross. Her howls are inhumane with each blow of the hammer driving the spikes through her limbs. She tries to beg for mercy but none is offered.
Claire and I hug each other in terror knowing we will soon be feeling the torture she is suffering.
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I want to run but besides being surrounded by guards I realize a naked woman isn’t going to fade into the hostile crowd around me. The woman’s cross is hoisted up and her screaming quits when the cross thuds to a stop at the bottom of the hole.
A guard grabs my arm and brings me to the next cross. I don’t resist. I know my crucifixion is going to happen. My arms and legs are exhausted from carrying the beam up the hill. My shoulders hurt from the weight of the wood I brought here and my back is crisscrossed with whip welts that ooze blood through my skin. How much worse can being nailed to the cross be?
I watch with a perverse interest as the crossbar is nailed to the stipe. My cross is assembled! I don’t exactly volunteer to offer my body to the cross but I don’t have the energy left to put up much resistance. I am laid onto the cross and I watch as the first spike is pressed against my wrist. I watch as the hammer is raised and swing towards the head of the spike.
-Barb Moore
Barb has no recollection of her wrist being nailed to the cross. With the spike firmly driven through Barb’s wrist and into the wood of the cross Tree moves to her right wrist and pounds the second spike through her right wrist.
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One wonders what Barb feels as she howls in pain as the spike plunges through her wrist. Does she know she has lost her bladder and purged her bowels? There is no waiting to raise her on the cross. Barbara gives another howl as the cross drops into its socket.
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It has occurred to me my crucifixion of ‘just’ twenty-four hours is not going to be an easy task. The pain ripping through my body is nothing I could have imagined and I doubt I have the endurance to survive it. I begin to think I am going to die nailed to this cross!
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Being nailed naked to the cross before a mob wanting us to see us die should shameful enough and that it is but my biggest concern is I not going to make the day…
-Barb Moore
...against an Olympic cruxer and a vile archbishop???She should last the day, I think.
This is an Olympic champion cruxette we're talking about!
Now you put it that way......against an Olympic cruxer and a vile archbishop???
Actually Tree started on the left... He knows what must be suppressed.Of course, Tree would begin on the 'right' ... even the 'far right' ... whereas the left is where I would start
But in the end you have only success if you do both sidesActually Tree started on the left... He knows what must be suppressed.
Tell that to Democrat!!!But in the end you have only success if you do both sides
Barbara Moore is raised and hangs crucified from her cross. For a while she hangs stunned but as time passes she wakes from the shock of being crucified and realizes the crowd is taunting her and the others crucified with her. With her body stretched on her cross she has no defense from the verbal abuse but to shout back at the angry mob.
That and the pics going along are truly well chosen.Nice work, Tree. You really did a good job of exploring the thoughts and feelings of being nailed naked to a cross
I feel like I am freezing! My nipples are standing tumescent on my quivering breasts. Cramps are tearing at my muscles and I don’t have the strength to move to try to ease the pain. My teeth chatter and can’t do anything to stop it. The hill grows quieter but I don’t realize some of the women have died on their crosses.
-Barb Moore, expiring professor
Ah! What a wonderful and poetic encounter! Cruxified women and modern technic! Historie and future! United for the better, for something greater than the parts! Terrific (at least for us spectators)!The aperture of the lens makes it appear brighter than it is and the telephoto lens makes the women appear closer than they are.