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Barb’s indiscretion

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Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to both take a trip to the middle of the Midwest and accept lodging at the Tree estate
But when has Barb ever decided anything based on whether it seemed like a good idea?

As I turn onto the street my foot slips off the clutch. The Ferrari fishtails and the rear of the F40 knocks over touches a street lamp post and nicks the right rear of the car.

The local police and fire department arrive. The firemen make sure the F40 doesn’t burst into flames.
But seriously, Tree has to accept some of the blame here. Past experience would suggest that he buys only used AMC Pacers from now on. ;)
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It is somewhat humiliating being stripped naked and have gloved hands probing my pussy and ass while a bunch of red state rednecks cheering the cops on!
But she seems sanguine about the experience. Nothing we haven't seen before, after all. (Hmm. Probably shouldn't have said that out loud.)
 
There are perverted forces working against you!!!
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Jolly? Is that you?
I really should take exception. I mean, what is this "working against" business? ;)
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.
THERE, YOU SEE? PURELY PROFESSIONAL INTEREST. NOW, WHAT'S THE BEST HOTEL IN THIS PLACE?

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!”
A week? My alter ego will not like that much. The hotel doesn't even have real orange juice for breakfast! I mean, who serves Tang anymore?

One in 20? I can do that!
MAYBE.
Where are your friends when you need them? Kathy only cares about my tits, and the French bitch only cares about her profits. :mad:
AND I'M WORRIED ABOUT WHAT THEY PUT INTO THIS SOUP.:eek: I WISH THEY'D GET ON WITH IT ALREADY AND CRUCIFY YOU. I COULD DIE EATING THIS STUFF, AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE THE OBVIOUS HYPERBOLE. :facepalm:
I decide it may be best for me to follow what I am told to do…
...for a change? :rolleyes::p
 
Evening is passing and the sun is setting. The crucified women watch the light fading dreading the darkness coming.
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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.
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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.
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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.

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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.
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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?”
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“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.
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I have a long time to last and I don’t know if I can make it!

-Barb Moore, expiring professor
I have to say, I'm really enjoying this thread! :)

:popcorn:

But then, I would, wouldn't I? :rolleyes:
 
Saturday morning brings the sun and a return of the warmth of the day. It is not as hot as yesterday’s afternoon but I am weak from my crucifixion. Hunger gnaws at my stomach and my thirst is beyond description. Cramps ravage my muscles but I have no strength to even try to relieve them. I have less than five hours to go to make the twenty-four hours. It would seem easily doable except I have been crucified more than nineteen hours. Do I have the physical strength and the mental fortitude to live until noon?
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The torture of the cross has put a heavy toll on my mind and body. Even leaning against the stipe is painful to my whipped back.
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I will try but I doubt I can live until noon. I am so hurt and tired.
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Most of the other women have died on their crosses. The only one close enough to talk to is Claire. She seems to be doing better than I am and with her hoarse voice she occasionally calls out encouragement to me. I barely have the strength to reply.

-Barb Moore

Claire is younger than Barb and more athletic. She looks over at Barb and says “Don’t give up on me, Barb. I don’t want to hang here surrounded by dead bodies!”
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“I’m working to make it” Barb replies without a hint of enthusiasm in her weak voice. There are long periods of silence as the cross has taken much out of Claire as well.
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Around 11:30 a pain of guards come and go from cross to cross. If the woman showed no sign of life a lance is driven into her chest to puncture her lung and maybe her heart. Most never felt the piercing as they are already dead. On groaned in agony but the fatal damage has been done.

The guards come up to me and using what must be my last ounce of strength I push out from the cross and gasp “Don’t stab me! I’m not dead! Take me down!”
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One guard shrugs and says “You have about twenty minutes to go. I hope you make it.”

Claire calls over “She will make as will I! Just leave us be!”
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The guards wonder off to lance the remaining women. I look over at Claire and say “I think I can make a quarter hour…”
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-Barb Moore
 
I have less than five hours to go to make the twenty-four hours. It would seem easily doable except I have been crucified more than nineteen hours. Do I have the physical strength and the mental fortitude to live until noon?

Physical strength and mental fortitude I have in abundance. Tree should know that. I've filched the Mustang keys from his pocket so many times now. What's that Ulrika? He was stone drunk? Well, mental fortitude then. Ewwwwwww :confused:

Even leaning against the stipe is painful to my whipped back.

It might have helped to nail me facing the wood ... just saying. ;)

I will try but I doubt I can live until noon. I am so hurt and tired.

Just complaining here ... watch me last till noon. :p

The guards come up to me and using what must be my last ounce of strength I push out from the cross and gasp “Don’t stab me! I’m not dead! Take me down!”

One guard shrugs and says “You have about twenty minutes to go. I hope you make it.”

He just is hoping he doesn't have to dispose of my body ... ewwwwwwwwwwww :confused:

The guards wonder off to lance the remaining women. I look over at Claire and say “I think I can make a quarter hour…”

It's only fifteen minutes ... should be able to do that, right? ;)
 
Barbara and Claire survive until noon. After been crucified together they spent considerable time together during their recovery from their crucifixion. They spent time doing their recovery exercises together.
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Later they would be given a month long trip to a Caribbean resort in the middle of the winter. They also received an invitation to a private party at exclusive resort. They were given expensive gowns to wear and had their hair done at expensive boutique. Barb is less than enthused about her hair looks but Claire reminds her the limo is going to pick them just five minutes and there is little that can be done in that time.
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They get to the private party. And soon they were drugged. They would awake in a dungeon and were locked in irons and watch another women being placed in irons.
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Barb exclaims “I didn’t know Sandals Resort did this kind of stuff!”

The third woman says “This isn’t Sandals Resort! It is Scandals resort! We’re in this for four weeks!”

Barb should have read the small print on the invitation. But that is a story for another thread…

The end…
 
The third woman says “This isn’t Sandals Resort! It is Scandals resort! We’re in this for four weeks!”

Ohhhhh Shit! ... :confused::eek::facepalm:

Barb should have read the small print on the invitation. But that is a story for another thread…

Wait just a minute here! What fine print? :confused:

I was never shown any fine print! This is an outrage! :mad:
 
Barbara and Claire survive until noon. After been crucified together they spent considerable time together during their recovery from their crucifixion. They spent time doing their recovery exercises together.
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Later they would be given a month long trip to a Caribbean resort in the middle of the winter. They also received an invitation to a private party at exclusive resort. They were given expensive gowns to wear and had their hair done at expensive boutique. Barb is less than enthused about her hair looks but Claire reminds her the limo is going to pick them just five minutes and there is little that can be done in that time.
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They get to the private party. And soon they were drugged. They would awake in a dungeon and were locked in irons and watch another women being placed in irons.
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Barb exclaims “I didn’t know Sandals Resort did this kind of stuff!”

The third woman says “This isn’t Sandals Resort! It is Scandals resort! We’re in this for four weeks!”

Barb should have read the small print on the invitation. But that is a story for another thread…

The end…
Excellent, up there with your best, Tree!
 
Saturday morning brings the sun and a return of the warmth of the day. It is not as hot as yesterday’s afternoon but I am weak from my crucifixion. Hunger gnaws at my stomach and my thirst is beyond description. Cramps ravage my muscles but I have no strength to even try to relieve them. I have less than five hours to go to make the twenty-four hours. It would seem easily doable except I have been crucified more than nineteen hours. Do I have the physical strength and the mental fortitude to live until noon?

Yes nice passage Tree, I love this. A real test of endurance, strength of mind and body. At least they know there is a goal, they have the encouragement to keep fighting, to stay alive. Done't give up Barb! As the sun burns you, with no drink to relieve you, as the cramps wrack your weakened body, limbs screaming for relief, as the utter humiliation gnaws at the back of your mind, don't lose sight of the finish line.
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Arch that back and keep your torn flesh off the wood. Fill those lungs as you are able, keep moving and keep the blood pumping.
Mine certainly is!
Spread your thighs a little more I can't see your pussy it will relive the cramp in your legs.
Almost there now :)
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