Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
By random drawing Kathy gets to pick her card first. She slowly scans the back of the three cards.
Which card will she draw?
I closed my eyes and draw my card.
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The Crux Contest
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I closed my eyes and draw my card.
Oh, don't pick the middle one!
piraland
Tribune
It's Hitchkockian, the suspense is at its peak!
Kathy draws the center card. It is not the million-dollar winner nor the free pass card…
Holy shit! It is the crucifixion card! I say “This is just some kind of a joke, isn’t it?”
“Not hardly” I am sternly told. I break into a sweat.
The statement is confirmed as my wrists are bound behind my back and a lead is locked around my neck.
I am herded out and am put on a military boat that ferries me across the Cruxton River. As we dock, I declare “You cannot do this to me!”
Two soldiers pull me across the boardwalk and one says “I don’t see how you are going to stop us.”
Naked but for the irons binding my wrists, two officer load me onto a commuter train that sweeps us to Little Brampton. They pull me off the train and march me down the concourse. I protest my nudity but the female officer says “Get use to it bitch. You will be just as bare when you hang nailed to your cross.”
Soon Kathy will arrive at the Cruxton Abbey…
Holy shit! It is the crucifixion card! I say “This is just some kind of a joke, isn’t it?”
“Not hardly” I am sternly told. I break into a sweat.
The statement is confirmed as my wrists are bound behind my back and a lead is locked around my neck.
I am herded out and am put on a military boat that ferries me across the Cruxton River. As we dock, I declare “You cannot do this to me!”
Two soldiers pull me across the boardwalk and one says “I don’t see how you are going to stop us.”
Naked but for the irons binding my wrists, two officer load me onto a commuter train that sweeps us to Little Brampton. They pull me off the train and march me down the concourse. I protest my nudity but the female officer says “Get use to it bitch. You will be just as bare when you hang nailed to your cross.”
Soon Kathy will arrive at the Cruxton Abbey…
There is a casual degree of humiliation here which I rather like, and of course it was all down to Kathy's choice. In one moment of poor choice and bad luck, she becomes a condemned woman with no rights and no dignity.
Note to self. Find out more about the train to Little Brampton!
piraland
Tribune
Poor Kathy!
I knew you would lose!
But I still believe that this draw is directed!
It is always the prettiest who finds himself exposed naked on the cross!
I hope that being the most beautiful will comfort you when you suffer and die in front of people who will be sexually excited by your bruised body.
fat slave girl
Regina Servorum
I do love a nude public whipping!
There is a mix-up in Kathy Summer’s orders and she is delivered to Cruxton Women’s Reform Facility, a prison for women to be used sexually until they learn their true purpose in life whereas they will auctioned off as slaves to serve five to ten year sentences of servitude to their new owners. She stands naked but for the irons locking her hands behind her back.
A young guard with a muscular build stands before her and says “You are fine looking meat. You will bring a good price when you are auctioned.”
Before Kathy replies a second guard walks up behind her. He grabs her hair and lifts her by it until she stands on the tips of her toes.
He growls at the first guard and says “This bitch is not supposed be here! This is Kathy Summer; the one they will crucify this Friday. Get her shipped over to the Cruxton Abbey and do it quickly before someone notices she is late arriving!”
I am spared five to ten years as sex slave only to be transported naked and handcuffed to the Cruxton Abbey where I will spend my days before my crucifixion. I am loaded in the back of a windowless van to be taken to the abbey.
The trip takes about an hour, I guess. The roads in Cruxtonia are less than smooth and I bounce around the unpadded box that comprises the back of the van. My hopes that the abbey would be nicer than the Cruxton Women’s Reform Facility are dashed as the first stop on the abbey’s grounds are at the stable. The wretched stench of animal crap fills my nose. I almost vomit. But things go down hill from there. The handcuffs are removed, and a blacksmith begins fixing shackles to my ankles, pounding the hoops secure with thick rivets.
He finishes the shackles by adding a heavy metal ball to the chain between legs. For added restraint my wrists are similarly locked in manacles and I am taken to the abbey’s dungeon where I am chained seated on a filthy floor with my arms raised above head. It is uncomfortable but the guard assures me the cross will be far worse. He leaves and I am alone in the barely lit room. Next to me there is a skeleton also chained to the wall. I do not think it is a prop!
I am so damn doomed!
-Kathy Summer
A young guard with a muscular build stands before her and says “You are fine looking meat. You will bring a good price when you are auctioned.”
Before Kathy replies a second guard walks up behind her. He grabs her hair and lifts her by it until she stands on the tips of her toes.
He growls at the first guard and says “This bitch is not supposed be here! This is Kathy Summer; the one they will crucify this Friday. Get her shipped over to the Cruxton Abbey and do it quickly before someone notices she is late arriving!”
I am spared five to ten years as sex slave only to be transported naked and handcuffed to the Cruxton Abbey where I will spend my days before my crucifixion. I am loaded in the back of a windowless van to be taken to the abbey.
The trip takes about an hour, I guess. The roads in Cruxtonia are less than smooth and I bounce around the unpadded box that comprises the back of the van. My hopes that the abbey would be nicer than the Cruxton Women’s Reform Facility are dashed as the first stop on the abbey’s grounds are at the stable. The wretched stench of animal crap fills my nose. I almost vomit. But things go down hill from there. The handcuffs are removed, and a blacksmith begins fixing shackles to my ankles, pounding the hoops secure with thick rivets.
He finishes the shackles by adding a heavy metal ball to the chain between legs. For added restraint my wrists are similarly locked in manacles and I am taken to the abbey’s dungeon where I am chained seated on a filthy floor with my arms raised above head. It is uncomfortable but the guard assures me the cross will be far worse. He leaves and I am alone in the barely lit room. Next to me there is a skeleton also chained to the wall. I do not think it is a prop!
I am so damn doomed!
-Kathy Summer
We can check with Jollyrei, but I am inclined to agree!
It is the archbishop's dungeon... you should know!
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
This is cruel and unusual punishment.He finishes the shackles by adding a heavy metal ball to the chain between legs. For added restraint my wrists are similarly locked in manacles and I am taken to the abbey’s dungeon where I am chained seated on a filthy floor with my arms raised above head. It is uncomfortable but the guard assures me the cross will be far worse. He leaves and I am alone in the barely lit room. Next to me there is a skeleton also chained to the wall. I do not think it is a prop!
I am so damn doomed!
piraland
Tribune
My poor Kathy, you know that the worst is always for you!
Do not worry, they will not let you mildew there!
This is cruel and unusual punishment. Besides not winning the million dollars I am to be crucified at the end of the week- whenever that is. The dim light in this chamber never changes. All I know is my ass is sore and my arms are tired from being chained overhead.
I get a surprise visit from a pompously dressed cleric who introduces himself as Archbishop Wragg. He allows that he is the head of the abbey. I ask “Then you can spare me from being crucified?”
He laughs and says “Of course I could but it would cost me fortune! We have had to turn away vendors who pay a good deal of money to set up and the tickets have already sold out. That doesn’t include the video rights fee I’d have to return to RR Video Productions.
“I must say you entered the Crux Contest and drew the crucifixion card. You are going to be crucified on Friday.”
My heart sinks. I ask what day it is. The archbishop says “It is not Friday. Enjoy your last time before it is.”
My time is running out! I am going to be crucified before a paying crowd and hand from the damn cross until I am dead. Sometime later (no one tells me what time or day it is) I get another visitor. This one is dressed in a sort of American cowboy garb. I think he might be the janitor but he introduces himself as ‘Tree’ and he says “I just needed to see how big a cross I should make for you.”
“You are going to crucify me” I ask with both anger and dread.
“My team and I will” he replies almost casually.
“Fucking great! Do you have to measure me?”
“No, I can tell by looking at you. I am guessing you are around 55 kg, right?”
“Around there” I pout.
“Well I will have a cross ready for you on Friday” he replies. “Do you have any questions?”
I want to know how long will it take for me to die but I don’t ask. Let’s just add it to event.
-Kathy
I get a surprise visit from a pompously dressed cleric who introduces himself as Archbishop Wragg. He allows that he is the head of the abbey. I ask “Then you can spare me from being crucified?”
He laughs and says “Of course I could but it would cost me fortune! We have had to turn away vendors who pay a good deal of money to set up and the tickets have already sold out. That doesn’t include the video rights fee I’d have to return to RR Video Productions.
“I must say you entered the Crux Contest and drew the crucifixion card. You are going to be crucified on Friday.”
My heart sinks. I ask what day it is. The archbishop says “It is not Friday. Enjoy your last time before it is.”
My time is running out! I am going to be crucified before a paying crowd and hand from the damn cross until I am dead. Sometime later (no one tells me what time or day it is) I get another visitor. This one is dressed in a sort of American cowboy garb. I think he might be the janitor but he introduces himself as ‘Tree’ and he says “I just needed to see how big a cross I should make for you.”
“You are going to crucify me” I ask with both anger and dread.
“My team and I will” he replies almost casually.
“Fucking great! Do you have to measure me?”
“No, I can tell by looking at you. I am guessing you are around 55 kg, right?”
“Around there” I pout.
“Well I will have a cross ready for you on Friday” he replies. “Do you have any questions?”
I want to know how long will it take for me to die but I don’t ask. Let’s just add it to event.
-Kathy
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
It seems money is more important to this guy then religion , seems not to believe in forgiveness.
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
Rectidolor
Well @Kathy will be pleased to know that I have received an order,by a client,named Mr Tree,for one T-Cross,made from premium French Crux wood,hand measured to your specification.
You should hang with much discomfort.
It will be completed for delivery,by Hermes 1st class,(via ParcelForce),to Cruxton Abbey by late Thursday evening.
Hope you enjoy your experience, and customer feedback would be appreciated.
Thank you.
You should hang with much discomfort.
It will be completed for delivery,by Hermes 1st class,(via ParcelForce),to Cruxton Abbey by late Thursday evening.
Hope you enjoy your experience, and customer feedback would be appreciated.
Thank you.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Crux-Emperor Baracus X
Rectidolor
Actually ,the last paragraph should read "Endure",not "Enjoy"....Apologies for any inconvenience. Baracus.
piraland
Tribune
Be happy, Kathy, you're going to die naked on a cross of 1st class!
It's not great?
I hope the nails that go through your wrists and feet will be disinfected!
It should not be that you catch a disease!
