jacksjg89
PROCRASTINATOR
It was definitely intriguing. Wasn’t something that was expected during the resocruxtionTree made it up...
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The great slave rebellion of 2019
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Crucifixion day has been hot and humid. There were few clouds that drifted by to block the sun and no breeze to offer comfort from the heat. It is getting late and the sun will set soon. Most of the crucified women have resigned that their lives will be over in hours. At least the suffering on the cross will end.
Kathy, Barb, and Messa hang from their crosses and watch the sun set. They don’t talk; their throats are parched.
This being an early spring crucifixion nightfall brings much cooler temperatures. It cools down to fifty degrees F (10 C). The women hang naked in the chilled air. They are exhausted from the torments of the cross. Thirst and hunger torment them. The cold air cramps already strained muscles.
Barbara shivers on her cross as the cramps wrack her calves and biceps. Her stomach growls in hunger. She wonders how much more she can withstand.
She looks up and the ink black sky and moans “Please let the end!”
The crowds have long left. There really isn’t much to watch as the women’s lives fade on their crosses. Camera crews come around to get ‘mood shots’. They stop at Messa’s cross and as the lights hit her Messa groans “Do I still look good?”
Even in her agony she still looks fine.
Kathy hangs near motionless from her cross. When the film lights hit her, she mutters “Just finish me.”
The film crew ignores her wish.
Other women have expired on their crosses. There is no rush to remove their bodies. They will hang crucified but dead well into the day to come.
Kathy, Barb, and Messa hang from their crosses and watch the sun set. They don’t talk; their throats are parched.
This being an early spring crucifixion nightfall brings much cooler temperatures. It cools down to fifty degrees F (10 C). The women hang naked in the chilled air. They are exhausted from the torments of the cross. Thirst and hunger torment them. The cold air cramps already strained muscles.
Barbara shivers on her cross as the cramps wrack her calves and biceps. Her stomach growls in hunger. She wonders how much more she can withstand.
She looks up and the ink black sky and moans “Please let the end!”
The crowds have long left. There really isn’t much to watch as the women’s lives fade on their crosses. Camera crews come around to get ‘mood shots’. They stop at Messa’s cross and as the lights hit her Messa groans “Do I still look good?”
Even in her agony she still looks fine.
Kathy hangs near motionless from her cross. When the film lights hit her, she mutters “Just finish me.”
The film crew ignores her wish.
Other women have expired on their crosses. There is no rush to remove their bodies. They will hang crucified but dead well into the day to come.
She wonders how much more she can withstand.
She looks up and the ink black sky and moans “Please let the end!”
Damn ... that little trickle of blood tickles!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
as the lights hit her Messa groans “Do I still look good?”
Even in her agony she still looks fine.
But I doubt that the cross is so much beautiful than this'one ... Alas, we only have bad Arkansas'wood ...
The lighting makes it look better...But I doubt that the cross is so much beautiful than this'one ... Alas, we only have bad Arkansas'wood ...
Yesterday the condemned women were nailed to their crosses then raised to hang crucified until they die. Some after adapting from the shock of being raised became openly defiant. Barbara Moore cursed the people that sentenced her to hang naked before the crowd. She cursed the crowd gawking and jeering her as she contorted between the three spikes that hold her crucified.
But after the torture of the cross during the long hot day and brisk night the spent woman struggles for each breath as she hangs beneath the morning sun.
Many of the women died over night and hang motionless from their cross.
Their suffering- and lives- is over.
Soon the hazardous materiel team arrives and starts removing the death bodies from the crosses.
Tree had a drink and a Marlboro as he watches the work…
But after the torture of the cross during the long hot day and brisk night the spent woman struggles for each breath as she hangs beneath the morning sun.
Many of the women died over night and hang motionless from their cross.
Their suffering- and lives- is over.
Soon the hazardous materiel team arrives and starts removing the death bodies from the crosses.
Tree had a drink and a Marlboro as he watches the work…
One by one the bodies are removed from the crosses.
They are unceremoniously pitched into the pit their fellow inmates had dug by hand.
To say there is no respect for the women’s bodies would be overly polite.
To save money even women who are quite dead yet are pitched into the muddy hole.
Don’t worry… They won’t last long after the bulldozer pushes the dirt over them…
The end…
Tree
They are unceremoniously pitched into the pit their fellow inmates had dug by hand.
To say there is no respect for the women’s bodies would be overly polite.
To save money even women who are quite dead yet are pitched into the muddy hole.
Don’t worry… They won’t last long after the bulldozer pushes the dirt over them…
The end…
Tree
You don't need the guy with a hammer, you need the guy with a bucket!
Too late.
This is one of the key things about crucifixion, the constant struggle between humiliation and relief. Defecation is rare in crux art, far more rare than urination, but the shame and the physical consequences must be considerable. Kudos for including it, Tree, as one of the ultimate degradations of the ordeal.
Damn ... that little trickle of blood tickles!
Crux is an ordeal in large and in small things, every torment matters and proves your helplessness!
I love this type of scene, where the condemned is watched by those known to her, in this case with none of the sympathy we would expect from them. How humiliating it must be to be naked and suffering in front of parents, aunt, other friends or family.
This is a really good episode. The women have endured the hot and humid day, and now we can almost feel the chilled air that kisses their cramping bodies. Muscles twitch and complain, but the women themselves are almost silent. Pictures and text go nicely together. We witness their suffering, and we feel what? Sorrow? Arousal? Satisfaction that they have received a fitting punishment?
Nice work Tree, very nice final crux scenes.
I am glad she had such faith in me...Don’t worry...Tree wouldn’t dream of leaving it out
messaline
Crucified Amazon
But Messa was thinking that some Mr. wu cigarettes could save her from her horrible pain ! Was it not true ?
Was it not true ?
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Be careful what you ask for Messa, you don't know where he might put that cigarette!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Ooooooh ! Messa was thinking that Judith could put her into a nice little cemetery , at least !!!
... but Judith is a bitch !
Now let us not be catty about this...Ooooooh ! Messa was thinking that Judith could put her into a nice little cemetery , at least !!!
Barb has never read "What not to Wear", it would seem. On the other hand, she's not wearing quite a number of things here, so I could be wrong.I fly to Oklahoma City to meet with him. Using all my charms I convince him to allow me to visit the farm and even interview a few inmates.
Always with the entertainments. Anyone would think they were lobbying for something.
The author here uses the literary device of self-deprecation to good effect, don't you think? Scholars will be debating the hidden meanings for years.
Considering the...er...uniform? of the rebels, the heavy fire will be the only "covering".Hiding in the hills they position themselves to lay down heavy fire cover for the inmates fleeing the farm.
Seems to be going well so far. Why do I get the feeling this isn't right? Oh, right, past experience. That's it.
Probably shouldn't, eh? Pride before, well...So far so good. Brilliant planning, if I don’t say so myself
No. Seriously?.
Bad luck...or planning... Anyway, one sympathises. Whose fault would this be?
Ah right, got the thread again.