RacingRodent
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View attachment 536687 Other than ass-covering, no.
Well at least it makes for a more comfortable ride to the cross
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The Crash Of 2013 Finally Goes To Court...
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Well at least it makes for a more comfortable ride to the cross
View attachment 536690 Ok RR, now THAT just broke the Guiness World record on lame! Geeze!
OK, RR! I'am ready.
She doesn't like you mentioning her ass, RRView attachment 536690 Ok RR, now THAT just broke the Guiness World record on lame! Geeze!
See what I mean?That's enough out of you today!
See what I mean?
I actually hadn't made the connection until Wragg so helpfully pointed it out
It is my last week before I will have to my sentence nailed to a cross for two days. I have mixed emotions as I can claim I have been held prisoner by Tree but I doubt most condemned prisoners are treated as well as I have been. I had to seduce the bastard to have sex so calling it rape would be cheap by even his standards…
I have been allowed ‘guests’, some I invited and some I loathed to see. One was the incubus known as ‘the Rodent’. I am bound to an armchair and he stands before wearing an accusing stare.
I ask him what this is all about and he sneers “I am surprised you have the nerve to ask. You seem so politically correct that you never considered I may be a bit height-challenged in my normal form.”
“Has it never occurred to you my camera angle is always looking up?”
“Has it ever occurred to you just not to take the picture” Barb asks unsympathetically. It is obvious to Barb the thought never crossed his mind!
It gets worse. The next day someone called Dr. Madiosi comes into my room unannounced. I demand to know what this intrusion is about. He tosses me a business card that reads “Dr. Madiosi… Depictor of Dreams.”
“What does this mean? What kind of doctor are you? Whose dreams; yours or mine” I ask.
“The two are not mutually exclusive, Ms. Moore. I am what you need to prepare for your ordeal” he says.
“If you are expecting me to be bound to a cross for two days you can fuck yourself” I nearly spit.
“Nothing of the sort… I ask just six hours of your time. Tell me ‘no’ and I will leave” he says.
I have nothing to lose and most likely have nothing to gain I think yet I submit. I ask to use the bathroom as I am bound spread-eagle to a table of roughly finished wood. Dr. Madiosi explains I am bound to my destiny and can relieve myself if I so choose explaining my choices once crucified will be far more limited. He squeezes my jaw open and squirts a turkey-baster worth of some liquid deep past my tongue. He slaps the side of my face and says “You will learn your mental anguish will exceed your pain.”
I tug at the ropes to no avail as I feel my bowels churn. He is a fucking bastard!!!
And no you have no need for any more details…
-Barbara Moore
Tree
I have been allowed ‘guests’, some I invited and some I loathed to see. One was the incubus known as ‘the Rodent’. I am bound to an armchair and he stands before wearing an accusing stare.
I ask him what this is all about and he sneers “I am surprised you have the nerve to ask. You seem so politically correct that you never considered I may be a bit height-challenged in my normal form.”
“Has it never occurred to you my camera angle is always looking up?”
“Has it ever occurred to you just not to take the picture” Barb asks unsympathetically. It is obvious to Barb the thought never crossed his mind!
It gets worse. The next day someone called Dr. Madiosi comes into my room unannounced. I demand to know what this intrusion is about. He tosses me a business card that reads “Dr. Madiosi… Depictor of Dreams.”
“What does this mean? What kind of doctor are you? Whose dreams; yours or mine” I ask.
“The two are not mutually exclusive, Ms. Moore. I am what you need to prepare for your ordeal” he says.
“If you are expecting me to be bound to a cross for two days you can fuck yourself” I nearly spit.
“Nothing of the sort… I ask just six hours of your time. Tell me ‘no’ and I will leave” he says.
I have nothing to lose and most likely have nothing to gain I think yet I submit. I ask to use the bathroom as I am bound spread-eagle to a table of roughly finished wood. Dr. Madiosi explains I am bound to my destiny and can relieve myself if I so choose explaining my choices once crucified will be far more limited. He squeezes my jaw open and squirts a turkey-baster worth of some liquid deep past my tongue. He slaps the side of my face and says “You will learn your mental anguish will exceed your pain.”
I tug at the ropes to no avail as I feel my bowels churn. He is a fucking bastard!!!
And no you have no need for any more details…
-Barbara Moore
Tree
So he may be, but those nipples tell their own tale.I tug at the ropes to no avail as I feel my bowels churn. He is a fucking bastard!!!
And no you have no need for any more details…
So he may be, but those nipples tell their own tale.
Diverting attention from my tight little to my tumescence will gain you no reprieve ....
Diverting attention from my tight little to my tumescence will gain you no reprieve ....
Mein Gott... did you get out of the wrong side of bed this morning, Barb?
He was 90% mental and only 50% physical...I didn't know Yogi knew anything about crucifying a girl.
No, she climbed right over my drunk ass...
The visit by Doctor Madiosi seems almost surreal. I’m convinced he hypnotized me. I’m sure it happened as my joints and muscles are sore from tugging against the soft but unyielding ropes. I toss a blanket on the grass above the Tree house and think about how for two days I will be as restrained as much as I was for just six hours. Then instead of ropes and lying on a table it will be nails pinning me to the cross I will hang from. I cannot imagine the pain I will feel instead of just the inconvenience of being immobilized. I find my fingers stroking my clit. Is it because I am excited about what is coming or the possibly once I am nailed to the cross I may never be able to again?
Fortunately I have some visitors coming that I have invited that will hopefully give me comfort in the dwindling days I have before my crucifixion. The first is Messaline who assures me how beautiful I will look crucified.
I am not sure that her words comfort me but her fingers and tongue certainly do.
Things go a bit over the top when she wants to ready me to take a cornu. She assures me that I will not appreciate the cornu as it is reaming me when I am crucified but it will help me last the two days. I’m not sure she had to use that big of a strap-on…
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Siss’ visit was a bit different as I am chained to a tree. It seems there is some concern she would convince me to flee which seems like a better idea as day passes.
She cups my jaw and says “I will back soon. I will convince the bastard Tree to give us a more comfortable and private location to share.”
“How are you going to do that” I ask
“Just leave it to me. You have enough to worry about, Barb” she says.
I watch her walk toward the Tree house and wonder what she could possibly do to convince Tree to let us ‘get a room’.
-Barb Moore; very borrowed time…
Siss does indeed convince Tree to let her and Barb use the secured bedroom. The suite is more of a vault with the door more of a safe’s door and the windows are blast and radiation-proof. Though kept fresh it is rarely used but if you ever wondered where the US’ vice-president’s ‘undisclosed secure location’ was after 9-11 it is the same suite.
Yes, the sheets have long been changed…
If you are wondering how Siss convinced Tree to let them use the suite I cannot tell you as she swore she would ‘blow her brains’ out if it was ever disclosed!
Tree
Fortunately I have some visitors coming that I have invited that will hopefully give me comfort in the dwindling days I have before my crucifixion. The first is Messaline who assures me how beautiful I will look crucified.
I am not sure that her words comfort me but her fingers and tongue certainly do.
Things go a bit over the top when she wants to ready me to take a cornu. She assures me that I will not appreciate the cornu as it is reaming me when I am crucified but it will help me last the two days. I’m not sure she had to use that big of a strap-on…
(gif)Siss’ visit was a bit different as I am chained to a tree. It seems there is some concern she would convince me to flee which seems like a better idea as day passes.
She cups my jaw and says “I will back soon. I will convince the bastard Tree to give us a more comfortable and private location to share.”
“How are you going to do that” I ask
“Just leave it to me. You have enough to worry about, Barb” she says.
I watch her walk toward the Tree house and wonder what she could possibly do to convince Tree to let us ‘get a room’.
-Barb Moore; very borrowed time…
Siss does indeed convince Tree to let her and Barb use the secured bedroom. The suite is more of a vault with the door more of a safe’s door and the windows are blast and radiation-proof. Though kept fresh it is rarely used but if you ever wondered where the US’ vice-president’s ‘undisclosed secure location’ was after 9-11 it is the same suite.
Yes, the sheets have long been changed…
If you are wondering how Siss convinced Tree to let them use the suite I cannot tell you as she swore she would ‘blow her brains’ out if it was ever disclosed!
Tree
I'am honoured.
Dr. Madiosi
The question remains are you a doctor or depictor of dreams...
...is there a difference???
She doesn't like you mentioning her ass, RR
That's enough out of you today!
Man can't get a break.See what I mean?
I'm never convinced that Siss is much real help, no offense meant, Siss. I mean she doesn't actually rescue Barb.
Perhaps I'm not thinking about this correctly.