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Professor Moore in trouble again...
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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I think the most images (manips) made the member "Crucificateur".
Mostly true though most have been modified to some extent. We will soon see how Barb fares with her crucifixion...
ShadowWolf
Tribune
It is 2018 in Northwest Arkansas. Professor Barbara Moore has been condemned to death by crucifixion. She has been nailed to the cross she was forced to carry to their ‘Golgotha’ and raised to hang from it until she is dead.
I look down at people looking up at me. I am hanging naked, spread obscenely nailed to the cross. I feel the shame being forcefully exposed to them as I hang from the cross to slowly die.
They only revel at my agony.
It is 2018 and I hang crucified nailed to wooden cross. Where is justice? Where is fairness?
I hang naked on this cross not for justice or fairness but to line the purses of the bitches and bastards that brought me here to please the mob that paid to see me suffer. Everyone seems well entertained but me. I fucking hurt like I never have before! Besides my nailed wrists and my now shattered feet what I thought were nice tits feel like stones pressing on my ribs.
No man has the brains to design this torment. Was Joan Tree behind this? Do I give a damn? I push up on my shattered feet. I piss and shit as I hang from the cross. I don’t care. The crowd below wants to be entertained and I need relief. I guess we are all happy…
Well, I am not! This was supposed to be a week-long movie roll and I would be back at the UVM at the start of the fall semester. Damn it, I will be lucky to make it till noon today!
I hang nailed to this cross as their god Jesus did two thousand years ago. No religion will be built upon my death. Maybe a few DVDs and smart sticks will remain…
-Barb Moore
I look down at people looking up at me. I am hanging naked, spread obscenely nailed to the cross. I feel the shame being forcefully exposed to them as I hang from the cross to slowly die.
They only revel at my agony.
It is 2018 and I hang crucified nailed to wooden cross. Where is justice? Where is fairness?
I hang naked on this cross not for justice or fairness but to line the purses of the bitches and bastards that brought me here to please the mob that paid to see me suffer. Everyone seems well entertained but me. I fucking hurt like I never have before! Besides my nailed wrists and my now shattered feet what I thought were nice tits feel like stones pressing on my ribs.
No man has the brains to design this torment. Was Joan Tree behind this? Do I give a damn? I push up on my shattered feet. I piss and shit as I hang from the cross. I don’t care. The crowd below wants to be entertained and I need relief. I guess we are all happy…
Well, I am not! This was supposed to be a week-long movie roll and I would be back at the UVM at the start of the fall semester. Damn it, I will be lucky to make it till noon today!
I hang nailed to this cross as their god Jesus did two thousand years ago. No religion will be built upon my death. Maybe a few DVDs and smart sticks will remain…
-Barb Moore
I look down at people looking up at me. I am hanging naked, spread obscenely nailed to the cross. I feel the shame being forcefully exposed to them as I hang from the cross to slowly die.
They only revel at my agony.
To make matters worse, damned if there isn't a squirrel with a camera directly below ...
These are the questions that any true rebel leader must ask ...
No man has the brains to design this torment. Was Joan Tree behind this? Do I give a damn? I push up on my shattered feet. I piss and shit as I hang from the cross. I don’t care. The crowd below wants to be entertained and I need relief. I guess we are all happy…
At least I can be happy about the fact that my piss and shit landed on the squirrel with the camera
I hang naked on this cross not for justice or fairness but to line the purses of the bitches and bastards that brought me here to please the mob that paid to see me suffer. Everyone seems well entertained but me. I fucking hurt like I never have before! Besides my nailed wrists and my now shattered feet what I thought were nice tits feel like stones pressing on my ribs.
How can the purses of the bitches and bastards that brought me here to please the mob if they had to pay the mob to see me suffer?
There must be some kind of Trumponomics at play here because it makes no sense at all.
I hang nailed to this cross as their god Jesus did two thousand years ago. No religion will be built upon my death. Maybe a few DVDs and smart sticks will remain…
Perhaps, but I suspect that my crucifixion here will be remembered on a site called Cruxforums for at least a week, maybe longer.
The mob paid to see you suffer...How can the purses of the bitches and bastards that brought me here to please the mob if they had to pay the mob to see me suffer?
There must be some kind of Trumponomics at play here because it makes no sense at all.
Perhaps, but I suspect that my crucifixion here will be remembered on a site called Cruxforums for at least a week, maybe longer.
Just don't crash the site!!!
From a distance Barbara’s crucifixion is a mix of art and an erotic dance on the cross.
For the first few hours the crowd enjoys her struggle to find comfort as she hangs naked before them.
They revel and taunt her as she pushes up on her shattered feet as she fights to breathe…
…and are not shy about mocking her as she collapses and hangs from her wrists.
For the mob Barb is toy crucified for their entertainment. For Barb her crucifixion is torture beyond what she could begin to imagine!
For the first few hours the crowd enjoys her struggle to find comfort as she hangs naked before them.
They revel and taunt her as she pushes up on her shattered feet as she fights to breathe…
…and are not shy about mocking her as she collapses and hangs from her wrists.
For the mob Barb is toy crucified for their entertainment. For Barb her crucifixion is torture beyond what she could begin to imagine!
Whether from a distance or up close and personal (don’t get any ideas, Tree), my suffering goes beyond comprehension!
Great story as always
Tell that to Tree, please.
Keep reading... we will see!!!Great story as always
A toy? Are you sure you're not getting Barb and Barbie muddled up, Tree?
There is no comparison... trust me on this!!!A toy? Are you sure you're not getting Barb and Barbie muddled up, Tree?
I am still writing, Miss Moore...And you know that how?
connoisseurs
Senator
Perhaps, but I suspect that my crucifixion here will be remembered on a site called Cruxforums for at least a week, maybe longer.
You bet!