What’s all the fuss? Just another campus frat having one of those toga parties. They’ll undoubtedy get drunk and fail to show up for class tomorrow.
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Ides of March...
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What’s all the fuss? Just another campus frat having one of those toga parties. They’ll undoubtedy get drunk and fail to show up for class tomorrow.
Tree is worried that some are making light of this situation...
He certainly is...
He certainly is...
bellesouth
Magistrate
I fear you know us too well. But, although a newcomer to your land we have heard that Tree is merciful and kind.
Do you know, I'd completely forgotten about that intercontinental airport on the Cruxton estate.
Hidden between the Haha and the orchard, it is easily missed...
Best just shoo that group of chambermaids off the runway, eh? There seems to be a plane coming.Do you know, I'd completely forgotten about that intercontinental airport on the Cruxton estate.
Hidden between the Haha and the orchard, it is easily missed...
We of “chambermaids united” will not shoo! We have rights! We demand respect, better pay, and the replacement of four-poster beds with IKEA beds, and oh yes, padded cuffs in the dungeon!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
The torture starts with the assembly, and gets worse from then on.
I knew when I came to Cruxton I became eligible to be selected as what they call the ‘sacrificial lamb’. I have seen videos of the ceremonies while studying at the UVM. Last year’s lamb was brought onto the gallows acting a bit stressed by her fate yet she followed every instruction without any prodding. I must admit she had a bit more ‘meat’ on her body than I do.
(Editor note: That is the governor of Cruxton with hismain squeeze lady watching the procedure.)
Her composure evaporated when the rope hoisted her off the deck of the gallows. She quickly began to thrash to try to escape the noose. She put up a hell of a fight to the delight of the crowd.
I watched her kick and spin but the noose would win the fight for her life. Archbishop Wragg even came onto the gallows to bless the dead woman’s body.
That night in my room I watched a copy of her hanging. I must admit I found her hanging just as stimulating as it was when I saw it in class.
So now I am imprisoned in some basement chamber of the Cruxton Abbey the night before I am to be hanged, spit-roasted, and served as the main course of the archbishop’s Ides of March feast. The room I am in has a few modern touches. There are a few lights and cameras. I sit with my wrists chained behind my back, iron shackles on my ankles, and an iron collar around my neck. And as long as this is between just you and me my pussy is oozing from the excitement of what faces me tomorrow.
A slovenly dressed man walks in and half-asks and have demands “Margaret Delaney?”
“I am” I reply as futilely try to cover myself. “Who are you?”
“I’m ‘Spike’ Sharp. I report for the Crux Chronicle. It’s a small specialty rag” he replies.
Defiantly I say “I’ve seen the publication. I thought you would be better looking.”
“You probably thought you would be living after tomorrow, too. That is one of those curves life can throw at you” he snarls as he lights a cigarette.
“I thought this was a ‘no smoking’ area” I protest.
“Don’t worry Maggie; this smoke is nothing compared to what your carcass is going to get when you are roasted tomorrow” he replies. “Besides I have certain press freedoms that let me do pretty much what the fuck I want to do.”
“Tell me, Maggie; are you into this BDSM shit or are you just scared shitless?”
There is no point lying. I tell him “I’ve done some BDSM things but I have never hanged. I’ve seen videos but have never seen one in person. It looks like the women suffer horribly before they died. Yet I would masturbate while watching them and after the video was done.”
“So does that mean you are into this or scared shitless” Sharp demands.
I sigh lift my left leg and say “I’m scared shitless but touch my pussy and you will find it soaking wet.”
There is no recorded history on whether ‘Spike’ Sharp behaved professionally or used the bound Maggie. Does it matter? By this time tomorrow Maggie’s body will be leftovers for the dogs.
The last night before I hanged I sleep fitfully. Exhaustion even lets me ignore the varmints that scurry about. At some time a man walks in and mounts his torch on the wall. His deep voice says “Maggie, it’s time. Roll over.”
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to hang” I groan.
“You aren’t hanging yet. We don’t hang virgins” he replies.
A virgin is something I wouldn’t try to claim even if it would save my neck. I flop over onto my back and look at the stout man standing over me. His ‘third leg’ could be a fire hydrant. I spread my legs with the hope he can fuck me death before I hang.
-Maggie
(Editor note: That is the governor of Cruxton with his
Her composure evaporated when the rope hoisted her off the deck of the gallows. She quickly began to thrash to try to escape the noose. She put up a hell of a fight to the delight of the crowd.
I watched her kick and spin but the noose would win the fight for her life. Archbishop Wragg even came onto the gallows to bless the dead woman’s body.
That night in my room I watched a copy of her hanging. I must admit I found her hanging just as stimulating as it was when I saw it in class.
So now I am imprisoned in some basement chamber of the Cruxton Abbey the night before I am to be hanged, spit-roasted, and served as the main course of the archbishop’s Ides of March feast. The room I am in has a few modern touches. There are a few lights and cameras. I sit with my wrists chained behind my back, iron shackles on my ankles, and an iron collar around my neck. And as long as this is between just you and me my pussy is oozing from the excitement of what faces me tomorrow.
A slovenly dressed man walks in and half-asks and have demands “Margaret Delaney?”
“I am” I reply as futilely try to cover myself. “Who are you?”
“I’m ‘Spike’ Sharp. I report for the Crux Chronicle. It’s a small specialty rag” he replies.
Defiantly I say “I’ve seen the publication. I thought you would be better looking.”
“You probably thought you would be living after tomorrow, too. That is one of those curves life can throw at you” he snarls as he lights a cigarette.
“I thought this was a ‘no smoking’ area” I protest.
“Don’t worry Maggie; this smoke is nothing compared to what your carcass is going to get when you are roasted tomorrow” he replies. “Besides I have certain press freedoms that let me do pretty much what the fuck I want to do.”
“Tell me, Maggie; are you into this BDSM shit or are you just scared shitless?”
There is no point lying. I tell him “I’ve done some BDSM things but I have never hanged. I’ve seen videos but have never seen one in person. It looks like the women suffer horribly before they died. Yet I would masturbate while watching them and after the video was done.”
“So does that mean you are into this or scared shitless” Sharp demands.
I sigh lift my left leg and say “I’m scared shitless but touch my pussy and you will find it soaking wet.”
There is no recorded history on whether ‘Spike’ Sharp behaved professionally or used the bound Maggie. Does it matter? By this time tomorrow Maggie’s body will be leftovers for the dogs.
The last night before I hanged I sleep fitfully. Exhaustion even lets me ignore the varmints that scurry about. At some time a man walks in and mounts his torch on the wall. His deep voice says “Maggie, it’s time. Roll over.”
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to hang” I groan.
“You aren’t hanging yet. We don’t hang virgins” he replies.
A virgin is something I wouldn’t try to claim even if it would save my neck. I flop over onto my back and look at the stout man standing over me. His ‘third leg’ could be a fire hydrant. I spread my legs with the hope he can fuck me death before I hang.
-Maggie
Wow! A Tree episode without a single typo or grammatical error! Either Tree must have been sober, or Spike did a great job of copy-editing!
Seriously ... nice writing,Tree!
Thank you dear but you will still hang elsewhere... sorry...
D
Debbie30
Guest
Not words you often see coupled together...
And don't we all know it!
Nok Air eh? They have a fine fleet of twin-engined carriers!
I thought it said 'Nookie Air'Nok Air eh? They have a fine fleet of twin-engined carriers!
People here are so unkind... I hope Maggie understands my work is just a job and she is just a worthless bitch. Things get so complicated. I don't know why...
Tree
Tree
I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL, BELIEVE ME. HAVE ANOTHER DRINK.
bellesouth
Magistrate
Southern belles are never worthless even if only to amuse the good citizens of Cruxton. Though I have to admit that occasionally hanging is too good for us.
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The Ides of March has arrived. It is a crisp spring day… perfect for a hanging!
The Ides of March has not started well for me. A man named Bull has ‘removed my virginity’ as if that was even an issue. Though his cock was the biggest I have ever had he made sure I came before he finished. The leg shackles were removed and my wrists were tied behind my back. As he locked an iron collar around my neck he took pleasure in noting I have touched myself for the last time. Led by a chain lead I am escorted through the streets of Old Cruxton naked with his cum oozing down my thighs before damning crowds.
I cannot ignore the jeering people lining the road. Worse are Bull’s words that told me I can’t touch myself. Even before this mob my pussy would be wet on its own. The ropes binding my wrists mercilessly dig into my skin. Without the ropes I would be stroking my clit. The urge gets stronger as the gallows grow larger with each step I take.
I get to the base of the stairs of the gallows. Bull unlocks the collar and removes it from my neck. He says “Let me help you up the steps.”
“Fuck that! Just rub my pussy” I hiss.
“Sorry, Maggie, you’ve had your last of that.”
I huff my hair from my face and say “I can make it on my own. Let’s get this over with.”
I look as brave as I can as I climb the 13 stairs (yes I counted them). I step on to the gallows’ deck. There is a bench standing under the noose that sways in the gentle breeze. Standing by the scaffold the noose hangs from is the hangman named Tree. He’s smoking a cigarette and sipping a drink. I ask if he has extra for me. He looks up at the noose and says “The only thing here for you is that rope.”
“I guess getting my cunt rubbed is out of the question” I suggest.
“A good assessment” Tree replies. “Let’s get you up there.”
There is a two-step stair next to the bench. The steps are steep and the base small. I’m not sure I can make my way up them but Tree helps me. I step on the bench and thank Tree for helping me… to the stand by the noose swaying before my face.
He doesn’t say ‘thank you’. He pins my hair on to the back of my head then shoves my face through the loop of the noose. As he tightens the rope around my neck I say “Let’s just get this done.”
“You have a least a half hour to go, Maggie” Tree replies.
He steps back and is replaced by a woman in a very shear nun’s habit. I look at her and say “I don’t suppose you are here to rub my cunt.”
“I wouldn’t touch your whore-cunt” she says. “I’m just here to see when you die. Guys are good at touching cunts and tits. Only a woman knows what that might feel like. Tonight after your tits are eaten I’ll be with Archbishop Wragg and he’ll be sucking these cute little things and fucking me while I sip on wine. I wonder who is going to have the better evening.”
Goddamn it, will someone rub my cunt?!?!?!
-Maggie Delaney
She seems a bit stressed… Just guessing
Tree
The Ides of March has not started well for me. A man named Bull has ‘removed my virginity’ as if that was even an issue. Though his cock was the biggest I have ever had he made sure I came before he finished. The leg shackles were removed and my wrists were tied behind my back. As he locked an iron collar around my neck he took pleasure in noting I have touched myself for the last time. Led by a chain lead I am escorted through the streets of Old Cruxton naked with his cum oozing down my thighs before damning crowds.
I cannot ignore the jeering people lining the road. Worse are Bull’s words that told me I can’t touch myself. Even before this mob my pussy would be wet on its own. The ropes binding my wrists mercilessly dig into my skin. Without the ropes I would be stroking my clit. The urge gets stronger as the gallows grow larger with each step I take.
I get to the base of the stairs of the gallows. Bull unlocks the collar and removes it from my neck. He says “Let me help you up the steps.”
“Fuck that! Just rub my pussy” I hiss.
“Sorry, Maggie, you’ve had your last of that.”
I huff my hair from my face and say “I can make it on my own. Let’s get this over with.”
I look as brave as I can as I climb the 13 stairs (yes I counted them). I step on to the gallows’ deck. There is a bench standing under the noose that sways in the gentle breeze. Standing by the scaffold the noose hangs from is the hangman named Tree. He’s smoking a cigarette and sipping a drink. I ask if he has extra for me. He looks up at the noose and says “The only thing here for you is that rope.”
“I guess getting my cunt rubbed is out of the question” I suggest.
“A good assessment” Tree replies. “Let’s get you up there.”
There is a two-step stair next to the bench. The steps are steep and the base small. I’m not sure I can make my way up them but Tree helps me. I step on the bench and thank Tree for helping me… to the stand by the noose swaying before my face.
He doesn’t say ‘thank you’. He pins my hair on to the back of my head then shoves my face through the loop of the noose. As he tightens the rope around my neck I say “Let’s just get this done.”
“You have a least a half hour to go, Maggie” Tree replies.
He steps back and is replaced by a woman in a very shear nun’s habit. I look at her and say “I don’t suppose you are here to rub my cunt.”
“I wouldn’t touch your whore-cunt” she says. “I’m just here to see when you die. Guys are good at touching cunts and tits. Only a woman knows what that might feel like. Tonight after your tits are eaten I’ll be with Archbishop Wragg and he’ll be sucking these cute little things and fucking me while I sip on wine. I wonder who is going to have the better evening.”
Goddamn it, will someone rub my cunt?!?!?!
-Maggie Delaney
She seems a bit stressed… Just guessing
Tree