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Punishment, Penance, And Love

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Alright, stop the story. This shipping Ms Moore all over creation for some barbaric pre-modern ritual is absurd. Her offense was minor. I will "counsel" her in private and take care of the matter. In recognition of this I am prepared to make a SUBSTANTIAL contribution to the University's building fund. This seems more than fair. If you include the other young miscreants, I will erect (pun intended) an entire new sports center and biology labs for you.
I fear you are too late, Windar. The wheels of damnation have already begun to turn. (The UVM will still accept your kind offer, however!!!)
 
Let us look in on Eulalia and Messa…

On Valentine’s Day Mistress Judith told me she purchased a special present for me but I would have to wait a few weeks to find out what it is. I begged her to tell me but she instead appropriately had me whipped at the stake and spent the weekend locked in a pillory in the village square. She loves me, doesn’t she?

Tonight she blindfolds me and binds my wrist behind my back and whispers “I am going to lick your pussy until you cannot stand it anymore and then I will tell you what I bought for you on Valentine’s Day.”

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In a rare act of defiance I cry “But Mistress Judith I am here to please you!”

“Then do so! Lie back and spread your legs. If you dare imply again I do not enjoy bringing a sub to orgasm I will have you flogged in the garden at this weekend’s party then turn you out on the street and find a lover that does what I tell her to do” Judith sternly warns me.

The former appeals to me but the latter is beyond contemplating and I comply. A half-dozen orgasms later I do beg her to stop and she does. She pulls me to a sitting position and I kiss her tasting the effluence of my arousal on her lips, tongue, and face. Judith rubs my clit with her fingertip and whispers “I have bought you a ‘mystery crux package’ from Nailus Martyrs and you will be crucified sometime between 24 and 72 hours on Golgotha at Scandals Resort. Even I don’t know how long you will be nailed to the cross or if you will survive!”

I kiss her deeply and purr “You do love me!”

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“Of course I do my love” she whispers.

-Messaline

There seems to be at pattern forming here. Let’s see what is going with Eul at the coffee shop…

Mistress Melissa is disappointed with me as my civet output has greatly fallen off. It’s not like I am not trying. It just doesn’t come like it used to!

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I am whipped more often in an effort to beat the beans out of me. Nothing seems to help! I am so ashamed!”

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-Eulalia

Melissa calls in a specialist, a Dr. Thaddeus Hangem Tree, and he meets with her and savagely ‘examines’ Eul in ways unspeakable even for a slave-bard!!!

He reports back to Melissa and tells her “Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all down.”

“What will that do for her if I drink that” Melissa demands.

He looks at her incredulously and says “Put the lime in the coconut and have Eul drink it all up then call me in the morning and I’ll tell you what to do. Yes, you call me in the morning and I’ll tell you what to do.”

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Melissa does as prescribe but nothing improves by morning. Dr. T.H. Tree writes a prescription to have Eul crucified on Golgotha at Scandals Resort for a period between 24 and 72 hours believing that the combination of fresh Caribbean sea air, some sunlight for a change, and the bleeding out of toxins in Eul’s body will solve the problem.

That evening Eul is taken from the subbasement of the Coffee Shop to be shipped to Scandals Resort.

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We can only hope the doctor knows what he is talking about!!!

Meanwhile, Sister Emily of the Sister of the Adulation of the Cross is tried and convicted by a triumvirate of senior sisters of the Order and is sentenced to be crucified for at least 24 hours but not more than 72 hours (I really think there is pattern here) on Golgotha at Scandals Resort. Upon hearing her sentence her pussy squirts as she has a massive orgasm.

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Sister Emily would spend her last night there in the archbishop’s dungeon confessional doing penance…
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Tree
 
So I have to fly down to Scandals Resort. A lot of people make fun of my ex-KLM 747 but it is newer than the current Air Force One, has a dungeon in it (and damn well stocked bar), and I don’t have a f*ng press corps to entertain. I think it’s nice.
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I know what some of you are thinking… I arranged this whole situation for profit. Do you really think the penguins of the Sister of the Adulation of the Cross can afford me or the Wragg family at the UVM has ever heard their wallet open???

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No… I do this out of duty… and the women at Scandals Resort are looser than eggs sunny-side up taken from the skillet way too soon…



Tree
 
Loving this, Tree.
When are they ever going to finish extending the runway at Scandals?

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I may have put this elsewhere but I think I got a spiked bottle of Seagram's from the Great Slave Rebellion of 2013 so 'Excuuuuuse me"
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Commodore Jackson: My last encounter with the redskins was over thirty-five years ago. I was a mere stripling.
Skeptical Passenger: Is that so?
Commodore Jackson: I whipped out my revolver...
Skeptical Passenger: Revolvers weren't invented thirty-five years ago.
Commodore Jackson: Uh... uh... I know that, but the Indians didn't know it. It doesn't matter - I threw it away.
Female passenger: Oh, how exciting - please don't interrupt.
Commodore Jackson: I had just swum the rapids. I had my canoe under one arm and a Rocky Mountain goat under the other.
Skeptical Passenger: How could you swim without the use of your arms?
Commodore Jackson: Uh, uh... in those days I had, uh, I had very strong legs. Uh, excuse me. [sheepishly doffs hat to woman] very strong limbs.
Female passenger: You must have been full of fire in your youth.
Commodore Jackson: I had to carry fire insurance until I was over forty. As I arrived at the river bank, I was encountered by the entire tribe of the Shug Indians. The most ferocious... have you ever been to Shug country?
Skeptical Passenger: [glaring] No, I haven't.
Commodore Jackson: Uh, that's fine. I unsheathed my Bowie knife and cut a path through this wall of human flesh, dragging my canoe behind me.
Female passenger: [collapsing] Oh, oh, oh... oh.
Commodore Jackson: Ah, I'm sorry. Perhaps I've gone too far.
Skeptical Passenger: What, what happened to the goat?
Commodore Jackson: He was very good with mustard.

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Naive card-player: Is this a game of chance?
Commodore Jackson: Not the way I play it, no.
 
I am escorted to the airport all the way to the jet-way and onto the plane. The airline flying me to Scandals Resort has asked that I am clothed for the trip to help keep order in the flight. Even though I am in first class it is not that comfortable with my wrists cuffed behind my back and the flight attendants doing nothing to keep the other passengers from groping me during the flight. I am the last to disembark. Try as they did no one got into my skinny-jeans practically painted around my ‘tight little’. My breasts however hurt from being groped! The

I arrive at Scandals Resort International Airport and am brought to a secure customs area. I meet the ‘customs’ agent at the airport and my handcuffs are removed. He asks “Barbara Moore?”

I reply “Yes I am.”

“Good… strip”

“What?”

“Take you clothes off Ms. Moore or instead of stamping your passport with a green stamp that upholds your sentence I will stamp it with red ink which means you and all you are crucified with are allowed into the resort but you all will hanged crucified until you are dead. It is your choice.”

I begin undressing…

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“You know you are a royal prick” I say.

“I doubt it; I am Thomas Herman Tree, Tree’s nephew. Unless there is royalty in Northwest Arkansas I doubt I am any more than just a ‘prick’. Now strip!”

For some reason or another I find him somewhat funny even considering the circumstance. As I peel off my ‘kinis in his distinct country drawl he says “I’m going to enjoy watching them tits bobbing when you are nailed on the cross.”

I ask “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

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“Fuckin’ aye, it is!”

“You have such a great ‘come on’ line” I reply. Sarcastically I add “How could I possibly refuse you?”

“Really? I’ll ask my uncle if I can perform the ‘Executed Virgin Avoidance Procedure’ on you!”

“What’s that” I ask.

“Tree doesn’t crucify virgins” he tells me. “I’ll see if he’ll let me fuck you.”

“And to think I was starting to like you” I say.

“It’s me or Bull or Gunner” he says.

“Oh shit!”

I am sent to the next processing station. People are milling around and I get few glances even though I am stark naked. The man at a desk looks up at me and asks “Barbara Moore?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Please sit” he says in an accent that combines a hint of country with a northern touch. “I am Thomas Harding Tree. Ms. Moore, you have agreed to be nailed to a cross for a period of not less than 24 hours nor more than 72 hours here at Scandals Resort to avoid any record of a conviction and subsequent 10 year sentence to hard labor at the IMF Woman’s Correctional Farm. You do realize crucifixion even for less than 24 hours bears the risk of death.”

“I spent a summer at the farm and I will take my chances” I say boldly.

“I think it is a wise choice. I thought you looked familiar. I ‘interned’ there for a summer. So sign here and you will be held for at least three days in the dungeon in the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey and if you choose to rescind permission you may do so within that 72 hour period.”

“Let me read the fine print” I wisely say.

“Allow me to save us both of us time” he replies. “If you don’t sign now by this time tomorrow you will be on your way to a week of solitary confinement in a hot box at the IMF Women’s Correction Farm and your sentence goes from 10 years to 15. Do you have any questions?”

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As I sign my life away I ask “Are you ‘The Hanging Tree’?”

“No, he is my uncle. I am Tom’s brother.”

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“You were both named ‘Thomas’?”

“Yes and my three young brothers were too. Mom wasn’t the ‘brightest bulb in the room, but she was hell of a fine fuck. I miss her. Anyway dad thought it would be easier on his sister- I mean mom- naming us all Tom so she wouldn’t have to remember five different names. I can't wait to see those melons bouncing on your ribs when you are crucified.”

I suppose I should be flattered. After I scrawl my name on the document I haven’t read Thomas Harding Tree calls Thomas Harold Tree over. He tells me to stand and cuffs my wrists behind my back then locks a collar around my neck. I don’t even bother to ask if Thomas Harold Tree is the ‘THT’. I get it that nepotism is alive and well at Scandals Resort! He clips a lead to my collar and leads me out of the processing center and though the crowds in the harbor square.

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My visit to the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey Dungeon Intake Center was less than pleasant.

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Oh, did those assholes just piss on my hood?!?!?!

Tree is appalled Barb would even bring such a topic up! Next we catch up with her sister cruxettes and going on there…



Tree
 
I am escorted to the airport all the way to the jet-way and onto the plane. The airline flying me to Scandals Resort has asked that I am clothed for the trip to help keep order in the flight. Even though I am in first class it is not that comfortable with my wrists cuffed behind my back and the flight attendants doing nothing to keep the other passengers from groping me during the flight. I am the last to disembark. Try as they did no one got into my skinny-jeans practically painted around my ‘tight little’. My breasts however hurt from being groped! The

I arrive at Scandals Resort International Airport and am brought to a secure customs area. I meet the ‘customs’ agent at the airport and my handcuffs are removed. He asks “Barbara Moore?”

I reply “Yes I am.”

“Good… strip”

“What?”

“Take you clothes off Ms. Moore or instead of stamping your passport with a green stamp that upholds your sentence I will stamp it with red ink which means you and all you are crucified with are allowed into the resort but you all will hanged crucified until you are dead. It is your choice.”

I begin undressing…

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“You know you are a royal prick” I say.

“I doubt it; I am Thomas Herman Tree, Tree’s nephew. Unless there is royalty in Northwest Arkansas I doubt I am any more than just a ‘prick’. Now strip!”

For some reason or another I find him somewhat funny even considering the circumstance. As I peel off my ‘kinis in his distinct country drawl he says “I’m going to enjoy watching them tits bobbing when you are nailed on the cross.”

I ask “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

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“Fuckin’ aye, it is!”

“You have such a great ‘come on’ line” I reply. Sarcastically I add “How could I possibly refuse you?”

“Really? I’ll ask my uncle if I can perform the ‘Executed Virgin Avoidance Procedure’ on you!”

“What’s that” I ask.

“Tree doesn’t crucify virgins” he tells me. “I’ll see if he’ll let me fuck you.”

“And to think I was starting to like you” I say.

“It’s me or Bull or Gunner” he says.

“Oh shit!”

I am sent to the next processing station. People are milling around and I get few glances even though I am stark naked. The man at a desk looks up at me and asks “Barbara Moore?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Please sit” he says in an accent that combines a hint of country with a northern touch. “I am Thomas Harding Tree. Ms. Moore, you have agreed to be nailed to a cross for a period of not less than 24 hours nor more than 72 hours here at Scandals Resort to avoid any record of a conviction and subsequent 10 year sentence to hard labor at the IMF Woman’s Correctional Farm. You do realize crucifixion even for less than 24 hours bears the risk of death.”

“I spent a summer at the farm and I will take my chances” I say boldly.

“I think it is a wise choice. I thought you looked familiar. I ‘interned’ there for a summer. So sign here and you will be held for at least three days in the dungeon in the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey and if you choose to rescind permission you may do so within that 72 hour period.”

“Let me read the fine print” I wisely say.

“Allow me to save us both of us time” he replies. “If you don’t sign now by this time tomorrow you will be on your way to a week of solitary confinement in a hot box at the IMF Women’s Correction Farm and your sentence goes from 10 years to 15. Do you have any questions?”

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As I sign my life away I ask “Are you ‘The Hanging Tree’?”

“No, he is my uncle. I am Tom’s brother.”

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“You were both named ‘Thomas’?”

“Yes and my three young brothers were too. Mom wasn’t the ‘brightest bulb in the room, but she was hell of a fine fuck. I miss her. Anyway dad thought it would be easier on his sister- I mean mom- naming us all Tom so she wouldn’t have to remember five different names. I can't wait to see those melons bouncing on your ribs when you are crucified.”

I suppose I should be flattered. After I scrawl my name on the document I haven’t read Thomas Harding Tree calls Thomas Harold Tree over. He tells me to stand and cuffs my wrists behind my back then locks a collar around my neck. I don’t even bother to ask if Thomas Harold Tree is the ‘THT’. I get it that nepotism is alive and well at Scandals Resort! He clips a lead to my collar and leads me out of the processing center and though the crowds in the harbor square.

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My visit to the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey Dungeon Intake Center was less than pleasant.

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Oh, did those assholes just piss on my hood?!?!?!

Tree is appalled Barb would even bring such a topic up! Next we catch up with her sister cruxettes and going on there…



Tree
I'm sure there is Royalty in NW Arkansas. :rolleyes:
 
Oh what a horribly wonderful trip to Scandals Resort it has been! I was blindfolded with wrists bound behind my back and when we took off from Paris in addition to normal safety speeches the passengers are encouraged to molest my naked body which they did the whole long flight from the time the seatbelt lights went out until they came on again during the final approach! They even have special ‘leisure-class’ private rooms and though I never saw it I did enjoy it!

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The flight captain even entertained me in the crew’s quarter of the Admi Airways™ flight during the flight! I do hope he got enough rest though I did my best to insure he did not!

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At Scandals Resort International Airport I am inspected like the baggage that I am though the female customs agent did a wonderfully thorough cavity search of my pussy… I came twice. She found nothing but I found ecstasy!

The ride from the airport to the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey was rough and deliciously uncomfortable. The lorry is not air-conditioned; the seat is cheap hard vinyl unworthy of my beautiful bare French ass, but at least there is a fat dildo that fills my pussy and strokes me with every bump in the road.

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Before I am placed in the Caribbean Cruxton Abbey dungeon I am given a thorough examination. I demand to know where Judith is and I am told she is at a private slave auction bidding on my replacement if I don’t survive the cross.

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This does not sit well with me but Mistress Judith must do what is right for her. I raise my hands and cough as ordered…

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-Messa

Well we are still waiting for Eul and Sister Emily to show up before the show can go on...

Tree
 
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