Sorority Sister’s punishment

[thehangingtree]

Karen belongs to a sorority at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. One of the many rules of the sorority is there would not be fraternization with women not in the sorority. Karen not only was caught with a woman not in her sorority she even goes to a different university!

They were photographed in a shower and the rubbing they were doing together wasn’t just to get clean.
Up to the early 1950s such an offense would have had Karen sentenced to be hanged for such a breach of sorority rules.

Karen would have been brought to gallows to be hanged by her neck until she was dead. Of course, she would be hanged in the nude. There would be no reason to allow her any modesty.

She would have strangled in the noose hanged before her sorority sisters humiliated as she chokes to death and loses her bladder.

They would leave her body hanging from her noose until evening when she would be dumped into a cheap wood box that would be her casket. But that was then. Karen will still face a sorority trial for her infraction of the sorority rules. I hope she will get a fair trial.

 

[thehangingtree]

Karen will be tried before seven of her sorority sisters. They are led courtroom naked as Karen will be as she is tried. Such an honor is not lightly bestowed on these women.

I stand naked before seven of my sisters who will determine my guilt or innocence. I have no hope that I will escape punishment. She was worth it. I watch as the prosecutor Jollyrei demands I serve the maximum penalty allowed by law!

Give it to me, you bitches. You will never have the woman I did!

-Karen

 

[connoisseurs]

Karen belongs to a sorority at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. One of the many rules of the sorority is there would not be fraternization with women not in the sorority. Karen not only was caught with a woman not in her sorority she even goes to a different university!
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They were photographed in a shower and the rubbing they were doing together wasn’t just to get clean.
Up to the early 1950s such an offense would have had Karen sentenced to be hanged for such a breach of sorority rules.
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Karen would have been brought to gallows to be hanged by her neck until she was dead. Of course, she would be hanged in the nude. There would be no reason to allow her any modesty.
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She would have strangled in the noose hanged before her sorority sisters humiliated as she chokes to death and loses her bladder.
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They would leave her body hanging from her noose until evening when she would be dumped into a cheap wood box that would be her casket. But that was then. Karen will still face a sorority trial for her infraction of the sorority rules. I hope she will get a fair trial.

As it is You who wrote this story, I am absolutely sure that she gets a fair trial

 

[thehangingtree]

I know what the ‘maximum penalty’ for my ‘crime’ is… ten hours hanged naked on a cross. There is no way my sorority sisters would dare condemn me to such a punishment! Come on, sisters, only one of you must find me ‘not guilty’ and I am off the hook- or the cross, more accurately!
But damn it, the seven bitches united against me and unanimously turned in a guilty verdict against me! Dean of disciple Jollyrei turns to Chairman Emeritus Wragg and demands “There is nothing needed to be said. Even Karen’s sisters believe she must be punished to the maximum extent of the law!”
Chancellor Wragg seems impressed enough to declare “Have this woman incarcerated until Saturday where she will hang naked bound to a cross for ten hours!”

Fuck me, I am screwed!!! I am brought to the UVM’s detention center. If you think this a demerit room think again. I am in a fucking prison and am treated like the scum they have accused me of being!

I am no sorority woman here. I am photographed stark naked like a common criminal.

The pictures will be displayed on campus the whole week before Karen’s crucifixion.

I am subjected to a very rude probing of my pussy and ass. I thought that sticking a whole hand in my cunt and bowels was impossible. They proved me wrong!

You are spared the evidence!

They handcuff me…

…and take me to my cell.

Damn it, I have to take a shit! The matron says “If you crap in this hall you will hang an extra hour!”

I have to hold it in! I arrive at a cell and bolt into it! Without waiting for matron to undo the handcuffs I perch on the latrine and purge my bowels. The matron laughs at my lack of dignity.

Fuck her, this Saturday they are going to hang me naked on a cross in public for ten hours. I may as well get to being viewed in the buff by then. The matron smugly warns me not to get too comfortable in the cell. I’m told they are getting my real cell prepared for my short stay in the center.

-Karen

 

[Frank Petrexa]

I know what the ‘maximum penalty’ for my ‘crime’ is… ten hours hanged naked on a cross. There is no way my sorority sisters would dare condemn me to such a punishment! Come on, sisters, only one of you must find me ‘not guilty’ and I am off the hook- or the cross, more accurately!
But damn it, the seven bitches united against me and unanimously turned in a guilty verdict against me! Dean of disciple Jollyrei turns to Chairman Emeritus Wragg and demands “There is nothing needed to be said. Even Karen’s sisters believe she must be punished to the maximum extent of the law!”
Chancellor Wragg seems impressed enough to declare “Have this woman incarcerated until Saturday where she will hang naked bound to a cross for ten hours!”
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Fuck me, I am screwed!!! I am brought to the UVM’s detention center. If you think this a demerit room think again. I am in a fucking prison and am treated like the scum they have accused me of being!

I am no sorority woman here. I am photographed stark naked like a common criminal.
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The pictures will be displayed on campus the whole week before Karen’s crucifixion.

I am subjected to a very rude probing of my pussy and ass. I thought that sticking a whole hand in my cunt and bowels was impossible. They proved me wrong!

You are spared the evidence!

They handcuff me…
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…and take me to my cell.
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Damn it, I have to take a shit! The matron says “If you crap in this hall you will hang an extra hour!”
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I have to hold it in! I arrive at a cell and bolt into it! Without waiting for matron to undo the handcuffs I perch on the latrine and purge my bowels. The matron laughs at my lack of dignity.
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Fuck her, this Saturday they are going to hang me naked on a cross in public for ten hours. I may as well get to being viewed in the buff by then. The matron smugly warns me not to get too comfortable in the cell. I’m told they are getting my real cell prepared for my short stay in the center.

-Karen

So Martin Luther had a side job as a prosecutor? I guess he needed the money. Maybe it was a Jewish sorority. He was pretty antisemitic.

 

[thehangingtree]

The UVM’s detention center is an old prison that the state determined was too worn down to house prisoners. This does not keep the UMV from housing ‘detainees’ in the old facility.

I sit in the cell for about an hour. My wrists are cuffed behind my back the whole time. They are locked tightly around my arms. My nose itches but I can’t reach it to scratch it. A guard comes to the cell’s door and unlocks it. She says “Get your ass up. Your cell is ready.”

I am led down a corridor past mostly empty cells. The guard warns me “The cellblock you will be in are staffed by male guards. They run the block the way they want. You must remember you are their prisoner. Treat them well and they will make your week tolerable.”

It is not a very warming introduction.

“Will I have to fuck them” I ask.

“If you are lucky that will be the least you have to do” she says coldly.

Within an hour of being placed in my cell one of the guards comes to the bars and sticks his cock between a pair of the shafts. He snarls “Get over here. I need my cock sucked.”

Though I hardly desire to give him head I remember the warning the matron gave me as she brought me here. I get on my knees and do the filthy deed.

My reward is a pack of Madame Wu’s. So now I am now a cock-sucking whore.

What else could happen to me? As a prison inmate I am forced to see visitors, some I have never met before. When I am brought to the visitor’s cell, I wear only the handcuffs that secure my hands behind my back.

The first visitors I meet are a pair of women I have never seen before. They wear scantily expensive dresses and enjoy cocktails as they discuss my upcoming crucifixion.

“Oh, is this bitch is going to look spectacular hanging naked on the cross” the darker haired woman practically squeals.

“Indeed, she will, Kathy. Even though she will only be tied to my Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ she will decorate it wonderfully” Messa purrs.

Who the hell are these women?

The next day I visited by someone I do know. I have taken several classes of Professor Moore’s. She is known for her studies of female inquisition and judicial punishment. My scheduled punishment this Saturday has piqued her interest. Again, I am brought back to the visitors’ cell wearing only the handcuffs locking my hands behind my back.

I must admit I am a touched embarrassed as I face Professor Moore. She seems to recognize my shame and tusks at my embarrassment. I have not expected her to come to see me. She says “There is no need to blush for me. Save it for when you are hanging on the cross this Saturday before your fellow students.”

“Tell me, Karen, have you been used by the guards” Professor Moore asks.

I know what she means and I should tell her it is none of her business. Instead I obediently answer “Whenever they want to take me.”

“Well, you are getting what you deserve” Professor Moore huffs. “I can’t wait to see you naked on the cross this Saturday.”

She struts away and I am brought back to my cell. The handcuffs are removed and the door is closed with a metal clang and locked. I think it is Thursday. In two days I will be crucified in the park for the whole day. I wonder what that will be like.

Friday comes and I spend most of the day in my cell. Then a guard comes to my cell and orders me to back up to the bars with my hands behind my back. I know this routine all too well. He is about to cuff my wrists behind my back. I wonder who my visitor is going to be today.

I am terribly naive. I’m not being brought to see another visitor. The guard leads me down the platform by my hair. We are greeted by a second guard. Coldly he says “Karen, we need to prepare you to be crucified tomorrow. We don’t crucify virgins so we need to fuck you before you are on the cross.”

“You have to be kidding me. Every one of you have taken me at least once” I protest.

My protest will be ignored…

-Karen

 

[thehangingtree]

I am led into the guards’ lounge. The guard tugs me by my hair and says “Be a good little slut and this will be over quickly.”

I’ve been used by the guards before but this time the handcuffs keep my wrists bound behind my back. I’m tossed over table and one guard spreads my ass-cheeks. He says to the other guard “I haven’t fucked her butt.”
The other guard grabs my head and replies “I don’t think Karen would be happy being crucified knowing you haven’t screwed her ass. I think you need to take her.”
I grimace and plead “Please don’t do my ass!”

In mere moments I have a cock in my ass and another in mouth.

Other guards joined in on the sexual assault of Karen that lasted over two hours. When they finished Karen could barely stand much less walk. Two guards would drag her back to her cell.

She must be looking forward to being crucified tomorrow. At least after her crucifixion, despite her public humiliation, she will be done with the UVM’s detention center.

 

[Migoz2]

“Well, you are getting what you deserve” Professor Moore huffs. “I can’t wait to see you naked on the cross this Saturday.”

She struts away

 

[thehangingtree]

It is early Saturday morning. Karen is being prepared to go to her crucifixion.

The guard comes into my cell and locks my wrists behind my back. He comments that he hates to see me go. He thinks I am one of the best guard-fuck he has ever had.

I neglect to thank him for the compliment. I am hustled down a corridor. I tell him he’s hurting me. He replies “You will be hurting a lot more on the cross. Besides Warden Tree wants to see you before you leave for your crucifixion.”

I know Warden Tree doesn’t like me. I ask “Why would Joan Tree want to see me? Does she want to feel me up one more time before I leave?”

“I think she has some news for you, slut” he snarls.

I get to Warden Joan Tree’s office. My nipples are tumescent in the cool air. I am stark naked while Joan Tree wears a heavy court. She flashes a wicked smile and says “Don’t worry, Karen, it is suppose to be a rather warm day for you ten hours on the cross. You won’t be chilled while you are crucified.”

“Am I to be relieved by this news” I ask.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be if I were you. I just got a message from Prosecutor Jollyrei that you aren’t going to be tied to the cross. You will still be crucified but you will be nailed to cross” she coos. “I am even going to come and see you nailed to the cross. I’ll bet you at least piss when they drive the spikes through your arms and feet.”

I damn near shit right then! I protest “That is not what I have been sentenced to!”

“Listen, you bitch, the wheels of justice don’t sleep just because you have been lounging in one of my cells” Joan laughs. “I can’t wait to watch you nailed to the cross.”

I am taken to a cell. My handcuffs are removed and a rope replaces the cuffs. The guard says “I heard you are going to get nailed to the cross.”

“How can they do that to me? That is not what I was sentenced to” I protest.

“I don’t know how the law works but that is what you are going to get” he replies.

All that is left is my last walk down the prison’s corridor. Just great, the press is here to record my exit.

-Karen

 

[connoisseurs]

Oh, what a cruel fate! After being used and abused for a week in this rotten cell, always the brutal end - bound to the crux for ten hours - before her eyes, just when she thinks this terrible peak will start, she has to learn that it will be all the worse. What a diabolic turn!
I am so proud of you, Tree!

 

[thehangingtree]

A metal collar is locked around Karen’s neck. It has a heavy chain lead which will be used to guide her to Kellogg Park where she will hang crucified for ten hours.

I am led out of the prison wearing nothing but the collar and the rope binding my wrists. There is a large crowd there to watch my march to the park. They seem quite enthused to yell lewd remarks as I am paraded naked past them. So much for anonymity.

The walk to the park is about a mile. It is just after eight in the morning. If Warden Tree is right that it will be a warm day it hasn’t gotten there yet. Between the anticipation of being crucified and the cool morning air my nipples stand hard as rocks on my breasts.

I should have peed before they came for me. My bladder is about to blow yet along the route there is a solid line of people watching me head to the park.

Perhaps Warden Tree is correct that I will piss when I am nailed to the cross.

I have been to a few of these crucifixions. One of my girlfriends was crucified for four hours for unpaid late fines at the university’s library. She looked like shit when she was done but she was only tied to her cross.

What the hell will I look like after ten hours hanging nailed to a cross. I wonder why so many people have come out to see me when I am led past a sign advertising my punishment.

Damn, they used a picture taken of me while I was having my mugshot done!

-Karen

 

[thehangingtree]

Karen’s walk to the cross takes just under an hour. There is no need to rush her as the abusive crowd enjoys mocking the bound naked woman as she passes.

I get to Kellogg Park and am met by Mr. Tree. He looks me over and says “You’ll look great on the cross.”
He escorts me to the cross laying on the ground explaining that it is easier to nail a woman to it when it is laying flat.

“For you or for me” I ask.

“For me” he replies. “I don’t think you will find it very comfortable.”

He unties my wrists and I cross my arms to cover my breasts. He calmly says “Everybody saw you walking here with your tits sticking out and you aren’t going to be able to cover them when you are nailed to the cross.”

“What is the cloth for” I ask.

“It’s to cover your pussy when we nail you to the cross. You don’t want everyone to see you pissing and shitting when we drive the spikes through you” he says.

“Are you going to tie it like a loincloth” I ask.

“No, you get crucified naked. Besides you’ll crap sometime during this. You want to wear a loincloth full of your shit?”

“No, so if I am going to be crucified naked let the crowd watch if I pee” I demand defiantly. Then softly I ask “Does it hurt a lot?”

“You tell me when we are done” Tree replies. “We can pass on the cloth but I have a schedule to keep. Are you going to the cross or should my helpers put you on it?”

I’m fucking doomed either way. I recline on the cross and spread my arms over the crossbar. I cannot help but ask “Damn, is this Premium French Crucifixion Wood™?”

“Some lady named Messaline brought me a pair of logs. I cut them square with a bandsaw. I could have done as well with some Missouri oak but Chancellor Wragg wanted me to use this stuff.”

Two of Tree’s assistants hold my arms secure. He places a spike over my right wrist and says “It is better not to watch, Karen.”

“Fuck you” I hiss. “Drive the spike through me!”

My eyes open wide as I see the mallet swing down. I don’t remember much besides the searing pain…

Karen screams and shrieks more like a wounded animal than a woman. Her right wrist is secured to the cross and Tree moves to her left wrist. Experience does not overwhelm pain as the second spike drives through her left wrist.

Tree knows Karen is delirious from having spikes driven through her arms. Bull and Gunner cross her feet over the stipe. Tree places the spike knowing the first blow must drive the spike through both feet and secure them to the wood. He doesn’t want to have a messy crucifixion before this crowd.
His hit is perfect and Karen bucks in agony.

WHAT THE FUCK HAS HE DONE TO ME? I look down my body and see the mallet swinging down. I scream “Stop” but he doesn’t.

It is done! I am nailed to the cross! Two men that won the raffle grab the crossbar and raise the cross so I will hang from it.

I feel the cross slide into the hole and remember nothing. I am stunned with pain! I slowly come to my senses. I am crucified!

-Karen

 

[thehangingtree]

I hang from the front of the cross. My body is pulled and stretched in ways it has never been before. I push up with my feet and scream in pain as broken bones shift around the spike driven through them.

While my body aches in ways I have never known before I become aware of the crowd that has gathered around my cross. They seem pleased to see me nailed naked to this damn wood. I push up and ask “Does this please you? Doesn’t it bother you I could be dead before my ten hours have passed?”

One woman below me yells up “I have a hundred dollar bet you can’t make it, cunt! But give us a good show while you die!”

‘Give us a good show while you die’ she yells. I think she means it! My suffering is their entertainment and they have access to food and beverage vendor tents while I hang naked before them devoid of food, drink, comfort, and certainly any dignity. I feel the cross rock a bit and look up to see a black cat staring down at me. It is a rhetorical question but I do ask it if I look good on the cross.

It purrs down to me. I take that as a ‘yes’.

I have no idea how long I have been on this cross. I hurt in places I did not know I could. My hair hangs over my breasts yet there is no way I can hold my legs together. The drunken bastards mock my crude display.

I don’t deserve this torture… I had sex with a woman, nothing more! Yet I hang nailed by three spikes and am the target of such cruel abuse. Enjoy your abuse, you pricks!

My back is shredded by the rough-hewn wood of cross. I don’t know how long I have been here but don’t know how much longer I can last.

Maybe I will die soon…

-Karen

 

[thehangingtree]

A lot of looks... Am I boring things???

 

[Barbaria1]

A lot of looks... Am I boring things???

You’re asking me whether you’re boring?

Ummmm ...why no, Tree, not in the least.

Now, having said that, may I borrow the keys?

 

[Migoz2]

My back is shredded by the rough-hewn wood of cross.

Sounds like Messa's Premium French Crucifixion Wood™ is going to get a negative reveiw on Amazon.

 

[thehangingtree]

My crucifixion is an ordeal that is hard to describe. The spikes through my wrists and feet hurt and hold me securely spread on the cross. The weight of my own body crushes my chest and makes me labor to breathe.

Below me a crowd taunts every move I make and mocks me when I defecate and urinate.

Hunger gnaws at my belly and thirst has dried my throat. The pain is relentless and seems to grow with each minute. There is no escape, though. The three spikes insure I stay a prisoner of the cross.

It is late in the day, perhaps even evening. I am exhausted. I hang limp from the cross. I feel completely spent.

The sun is near setting when Tree and his crew come to the cross. He tells me I have served my time. I watch him place a sort of crowbar around the spike in my feet. He says “This might hurt a bit.”

He pulls the spike out and I howl in pain.

Karen would take weeks to recover from her crucifixion. She had surgeries to fix the wounds in her wrists and more to fix the bones in her feet. As she passed time in the hospital she would dictate a book about her experience.

She became quite wealthy and would quit the UVM…

The end…

 

[connoisseurs]

Karen would take weeks to recover from her crucifixion. She had surgeries to fix the wounds in her wrists and more to fix the bones in her feet. As she passed time in the hospital she would dictate a book about her experience.
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She became quite wealthy and would quit the UVM…

The end…

So, crime does pay?

 

[Migoz2]

Oooooooo! A happy ending!

 

[old slave]

She became quite wealthy and would quit the UVM…

I hope she recognised and contributed to the pension fund of Tree for such a professional job; University support staff are notoriously badly paid.
( https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/education-50459152 )