Be nice, Barb, I am writing the next chapter!I can't be bothered to keep track ...
Not to my knowledge ...
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Barb’s indiscretion
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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You SO asked for that
Silly girl....
Did she really think she could complain her way out of trouble?
It never worked for Barb...
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
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.
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.
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.
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!
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
Claire and I hug each other in terror knowing we will soon be feeling the torture she is suffering.
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.
Well, no one can say I am not quick to size up a hopeless situation ...
The answer to that is: a whole lot worse!
I was always fascinated by woodworking ...
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.
Of course, Tree would begin on the 'right' ... even the 'far right' ... whereas the left is where I would start
Tree ALWAYS makes a point of mentioning the unmentionable ... Geeze!
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…
I have a suggestion, why don't we just say if I make it to sundown we call it a day?
she hopes...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
How Cute!Hope springs eternal ....
She should last the day, I think.
This is an Olympic champion cruxette we're talking about!
...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!
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If she really dies, she will be sent back immediately. No way anyone would let the divine peace be disturbed by Barbs constant complaining!
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
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But in the end you have only success if you do both sides
Tell that to Democrat!!!But in the end you have only success if you do both sides
I AM JUST KIDDING!!!
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.
While not surprising she would do so neither is the crowd’s reaction which lewdly jeers at her and the other women’s situation.
I don’t know how long I have been crucified. I guess it has been a few hours. The crowd has enjoyed seeing us starting to show the rigors of being crucified.
I am thirsty, hungry, tired, and tortured from being stretched nailed to the cross. I find my course on appropriate punishment for women is somewhat accurate but I have grossly underestimated the brutality of the cross. I hang from my wrists- my nailed broken feet offer no real support- and suffer being stretched by the spikes in my arms.
In my course I wrote of the torments of the cross but now that comes across as ‘PG’ version of ‘X’ rated pain. And the pain never ends and I am not ‘getting used’ to it. I had mentioned cramps but I have never experienced cramps like these. In the heat of the afternoon I am dehydrating. That coupled with my limited ability to move makes the cramps worse and there is no way I can massage the tightened muscles.
I do what I can to work out the cramps but it just causes other pains and stretched muscles.
As the day passes even the crowd gets bored looking at our naked crucified bodies and slowly thins out. It is a hot afternoon and many of the spectators retreat to pubs for a cold adult beverage. Our crucifixions are being shown on the big screens in the air conditioned bars. We are left to wilt hanging from our crosses in the midafternoon heat.
Nearby the young blonde woman seems to be going insane as she thrashes on her cross.
We try to calm her down but she doesn’t listen. I watch her jerk and bounce around within the confines of the spikes that hold her to the cross. I don’t think she is going to make her twenty-four hours alive.
Evening is approaching and I am worn out and feel beaten by the cross. I have had no food since yesterday morning and hunger wracks my gut. The last water I had was about this time yesterday. There was the mile walk to here carrying the heavy crossbeam while being whipped mercilessly by the sadistic guards. And then I was nailed to this cross hours ago. I try to rest but cross makes it nearly impossible!
Soon night will come. I wonder what that will be like…
-Barb Moore
While not surprising she would do so neither is the crowd’s reaction which lewdly jeers at her and the other women’s situation.
I don’t know how long I have been crucified. I guess it has been a few hours. The crowd has enjoyed seeing us starting to show the rigors of being crucified.
I am thirsty, hungry, tired, and tortured from being stretched nailed to the cross. I find my course on appropriate punishment for women is somewhat accurate but I have grossly underestimated the brutality of the cross. I hang from my wrists- my nailed broken feet offer no real support- and suffer being stretched by the spikes in my arms.
In my course I wrote of the torments of the cross but now that comes across as ‘PG’ version of ‘X’ rated pain. And the pain never ends and I am not ‘getting used’ to it. I had mentioned cramps but I have never experienced cramps like these. In the heat of the afternoon I am dehydrating. That coupled with my limited ability to move makes the cramps worse and there is no way I can massage the tightened muscles.
I do what I can to work out the cramps but it just causes other pains and stretched muscles.
As the day passes even the crowd gets bored looking at our naked crucified bodies and slowly thins out. It is a hot afternoon and many of the spectators retreat to pubs for a cold adult beverage. Our crucifixions are being shown on the big screens in the air conditioned bars. We are left to wilt hanging from our crosses in the midafternoon heat.
Nearby the young blonde woman seems to be going insane as she thrashes on her cross.
We try to calm her down but she doesn’t listen. I watch her jerk and bounce around within the confines of the spikes that hold her to the cross. I don’t think she is going to make her twenty-four hours alive.
Evening is approaching and I am worn out and feel beaten by the cross. I have had no food since yesterday morning and hunger wracks my gut. The last water I had was about this time yesterday. There was the mile walk to here carrying the heavy crossbeam while being whipped mercilessly by the sadistic guards. And then I was nailed to this cross hours ago. I try to rest but cross makes it nearly impossible!
Soon night will come. I wonder what that will be like…
-Barb Moore
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.
Fucking mob!
I do what I can to work out the cramps but it just causes other pains and stretched muscles.
In other words, it's time to twist and writhe ...
Nearby the young blonde woman seems to be going insane as she thrashes on her cross.
Well, what do you expect from a blonde?
Soon night will come. I wonder what that will be like…
Dark?
*** Nice work, Tree. You really did a good job of exploring the thoughts and feelings of being nailed naked to a cross ***
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Senator
That and the pics going along are truly well chosen.
Evening is passing and the sun is setting. The crucified women watch the light fading dreading the darkness coming.
Soon the sun sets and the women hang crucified under a clear starlit sky. The air cools to the point of discomfort for the women crucified naked. Their exhaustion, thirst, and hunger torture their bodies. They hang into the night with nothing but their pain to distract them. The cameras film their torture. The aperture of the lens makes it appear brighter than it is and the telephoto lens makes the women appear closer than they are. Barb is second from your left.
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.
I hang from my cross praying that I will survive the night. I didn’t think a dozen hours could take so long to pass.
Morning finally comes. I’m exhausted but still alive! Nearby I see the young blonde has died during the night. Her body hangs limp from her cross. She soiled herself before she died. I can’t comment about that as I think we all have.
We don’t get bathroom breaks when we are crucified.
Claire calls to me with a hoarse voice and asks “Are you still alive, Barb?”
“Yeah” I reply in a gravelly voice. “I just don’t know about making it to noon.”
“Don’t give up on me, Barb! We can make it!”
I don’t share her optimism. I’m damn well past half dead and the only attention I am getting is flies and gnats and I am not enjoying where they are feasting! Not only that I have nice breasts but they feel like lead weights pressing on my stretched ribs.
I have a long time to last and I don’t know if I can make it!
-Barb Moore, expiring professor
Soon the sun sets and the women hang crucified under a clear starlit sky. The air cools to the point of discomfort for the women crucified naked. Their exhaustion, thirst, and hunger torture their bodies. They hang into the night with nothing but their pain to distract them. The cameras film their torture. The aperture of the lens makes it appear brighter than it is and the telephoto lens makes the women appear closer than they are. Barb is second from your left.
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.
I hang from my cross praying that I will survive the night. I didn’t think a dozen hours could take so long to pass.
Morning finally comes. I’m exhausted but still alive! Nearby I see the young blonde has died during the night. Her body hangs limp from her cross. She soiled herself before she died. I can’t comment about that as I think we all have.
We don’t get bathroom breaks when we are crucified.
Claire calls to me with a hoarse voice and asks “Are you still alive, Barb?”
“Yeah” I reply in a gravelly voice. “I just don’t know about making it to noon.”
“Don’t give up on me, Barb! We can make it!”
I don’t share her optimism. I’m damn well past half dead and the only attention I am getting is flies and gnats and I am not enjoying where they are feasting! Not only that I have nice breasts but they feel like lead weights pressing on my stretched ribs.
I have a long time to last and I don’t know if I can make it!
-Barb Moore, expiring professor
Evening is passing and the sun is setting. The crucified women watch the light fading dreading the darkness coming.
I've always like sunsets ...
Barb is second from your left.
Thanks for pointing me out ...
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.
Why should I care about them ...
I hang from my cross praying that I will survive the night. I didn’t think a dozen hours could take so long to pass.
A dozen down, a dozen to go ...
We don’t get bathroom breaks when we are crucified.
Ummm, yes, I'd like to file a complaint about that little matter ...
I have a long time to last and I don’t know if I can make it!
But then again, I am an optimist ...
Expiring Professor ... I think Tree just invented a new academic rank ...
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Senator
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)!