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Chapter 12: One last arrow
The end is near.
The next one to be comdemned will be me.
And the death sentence is not really in question.
That's so sure like an "Amen" in the church.
Hence ... I am already dead.
Now it's time for me to face the cold brutality
of the diabolic justic system
in its whole unbearable mercilessness.
But one thing is more painful, even much more, than my inevitable death:
The thought that my worst enemy, the interrogation officer, gets away with her activities
is just unbearable.
And when she will get the news from my end ... she will laugh again.
Horrible thought!
This humiliation is the very worst of my life.
It means doubtless that I'll expire as a loser.
What a death ...
And that the judge is also in a bad mood (picture 100)
makes my situation not better, quite on the contrary.
Not to mention that we already know us from the past.
Most probably she will not hesitate a second to sentence me to death.
Then the trial starts.
(picture 101)
When she recognizes me ...
her enthusiasm is rather limited.
(picture 102)
What follows is a long sermon.
The judge is really angry.
I try to save the situation with my usual politeness,
starting an accentuatedly friendly conversation.
(picture 103)
And indeed, soon the athmosphere becomes much more harmonic.
(picture 104)
But when she offers me something ... I react rather sceptic.
That's probably a trap!
(picture 105)
She's slightly surprised.
But then,
after some further solaceful words and more friendly conversation
(pictures 106-108)
... the moment of truth has come:
The judge offers me a cigarette.
That's my chance.
Now or never ...
So I don't hesitate, not a single second.
This is my very last arrow ...
Instead of taking the marvelous present I try to survive without the cigarette,
immediately starting to tell the judge some very important things.
(picture 109)
With very flowery words I "inform" the judge about all of the shocking and
not printable things which the interrogation officer had said about her.
So much unbelievable affronts ...
Well, actually I lie as I never lied before in my life.
I even invent lots of new abusive words.
This arrow must hit its target!
After my "report" the judge is heavily shocked about the "information".
She's raging!
That must have consequences ...
My trial is even interrupted for a short break.
And for a few minutes the judge leaves the courthouse.
Thank god nobody can see my facial expression in this moment ...
...
to be continued
...
The end is near.
The next one to be comdemned will be me.
And the death sentence is not really in question.
That's so sure like an "Amen" in the church.
Hence ... I am already dead.
Now it's time for me to face the cold brutality
of the diabolic justic system
in its whole unbearable mercilessness.
But one thing is more painful, even much more, than my inevitable death:
The thought that my worst enemy, the interrogation officer, gets away with her activities
is just unbearable.
And when she will get the news from my end ... she will laugh again.
Horrible thought!
This humiliation is the very worst of my life.
It means doubtless that I'll expire as a loser.
What a death ...
And that the judge is also in a bad mood (picture 100)
makes my situation not better, quite on the contrary.
Not to mention that we already know us from the past.
Most probably she will not hesitate a second to sentence me to death.
Then the trial starts.
(picture 101)
When she recognizes me ...
her enthusiasm is rather limited.
(picture 102)
What follows is a long sermon.
The judge is really angry.
I try to save the situation with my usual politeness,
starting an accentuatedly friendly conversation.
(picture 103)
And indeed, soon the athmosphere becomes much more harmonic.
(picture 104)
But when she offers me something ... I react rather sceptic.
That's probably a trap!
(picture 105)
She's slightly surprised.
But then,
after some further solaceful words and more friendly conversation
(pictures 106-108)
... the moment of truth has come:
The judge offers me a cigarette.
That's my chance.
Now or never ...
So I don't hesitate, not a single second.
This is my very last arrow ...
Instead of taking the marvelous present I try to survive without the cigarette,
immediately starting to tell the judge some very important things.
(picture 109)
With very flowery words I "inform" the judge about all of the shocking and
not printable things which the interrogation officer had said about her.
So much unbelievable affronts ...
Well, actually I lie as I never lied before in my life.
I even invent lots of new abusive words.
This arrow must hit its target!
After my "report" the judge is heavily shocked about the "information".
She's raging!
That must have consequences ...
My trial is even interrupted for a short break.
And for a few minutes the judge leaves the courthouse.
Thank god nobody can see my facial expression in this moment ...
...
to be continued
...
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Julia
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Intermezzo: Air
Five minutes later my worst enemy, the former interrogation officer,
is history.
(picture 110)
Words will never be able to express my feelings when I get the news.
Now may the judge send me to the cross,
or cut me into pieces, or whatever,
but at least I will die deeply satisfied.
I'm a winner.
Doubtless a dead winner ...
but still a winner.
Always look on the bright side of death !
Life is good !!!
Just a bit too short ...
...
to be continued
...
Five minutes later my worst enemy, the former interrogation officer,
is history.
(picture 110)
Words will never be able to express my feelings when I get the news.
Now may the judge send me to the cross,
or cut me into pieces, or whatever,
but at least I will die deeply satisfied.
I'm a winner.
Doubtless a dead winner ...
but still a winner.
Always look on the bright side of death !
Life is good !!!
Just a bit too short ...
...
to be continued
...
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Julia
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Chapter 13: Under the sword of Damocles
After the judge's return to the courthouse
my trial continues
with a smarmy demonstration of my gratefulness.
(picture 111)
My servile behaviour makes her a bit distrustful
which causes a little crisis.
(pictures 112-115)
And soon the list of my revealed crimes is a bit longer than before.
That's the moment of a sudden decision:
Now the judge has finally enough from me.
After a last resigning view to the court documents,
especially to the enormously big folder which is related to my crimes,
she becomes aware that this trial will still need lots of time.
And this with her almost ruined nerves ...
So she decides to postpone my trial.
(picture 116)
That means that the final judgement will be spoken not before her return from her vacancies.
Hence I've won some precious time.
I'm rather surprised.
Now I'll have to wait, being caught in a very unpleasant life situation ...
... whereas the judge immediately disappears into her holidays.
(picture 117 and 118)
Life is strange !
...
to be continued
...
After the judge's return to the courthouse
my trial continues
with a smarmy demonstration of my gratefulness.
(picture 111)
My servile behaviour makes her a bit distrustful
which causes a little crisis.
(pictures 112-115)
And soon the list of my revealed crimes is a bit longer than before.
That's the moment of a sudden decision:
Now the judge has finally enough from me.
After a last resigning view to the court documents,
especially to the enormously big folder which is related to my crimes,
she becomes aware that this trial will still need lots of time.
And this with her almost ruined nerves ...
So she decides to postpone my trial.
(picture 116)
That means that the final judgement will be spoken not before her return from her vacancies.
Hence I've won some precious time.
I'm rather surprised.
Now I'll have to wait, being caught in a very unpleasant life situation ...
... whereas the judge immediately disappears into her holidays.
(picture 117 and 118)
Life is strange !
...
to be continued
...
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Julia
Guest
Chapter 14: Between plague and cholera
The following days are not really enjoyable, quite on the contrary:
Already my sorrows concerning the future,
especially the continuation of my trial,
are bad enough.
But the worst is:
I am forced to work.
(picture 119)
Horribly!
And in the evenings I'm always secured in a very uncomfortable position.
(picture 120)
Also not the pure pleasure!
Sometimes I think that I just had bad luck:
Is this really a senseful life?
Each day I have to work like crazy.
(picture 121)
Even my crucified fellow has much more luxury to enjoy,
sometimes even being pleased with a refreshing drink.
(pictures 122 and 123)
And me?
Day for day this goddamned work
(picture 124),
here and there even "spiced" with an uncharming whip lash.
(picture 125),
... whereas my fellow is hanging idly on the cross.
(picture 126)
Is this really fair ???
...
to be continued
...
The following days are not really enjoyable, quite on the contrary:
Already my sorrows concerning the future,
especially the continuation of my trial,
are bad enough.
But the worst is:
I am forced to work.
(picture 119)
Horribly!
And in the evenings I'm always secured in a very uncomfortable position.
(picture 120)
Also not the pure pleasure!
Sometimes I think that I just had bad luck:
Is this really a senseful life?
Each day I have to work like crazy.
(picture 121)
Even my crucified fellow has much more luxury to enjoy,
sometimes even being pleased with a refreshing drink.
(pictures 122 and 123)
And me?
Day for day this goddamned work
(picture 124),
here and there even "spiced" with an uncharming whip lash.
(picture 125),
... whereas my fellow is hanging idly on the cross.
(picture 126)
Is this really fair ???
...
to be continued
...
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Admi has been studying the penal code. There is hope for Julia yet. Maybe the barristers will join forces to save her...
...or at least try...
...or Admi might charm the judge while she vacations...
...if he can tear himself away from his distractions...
tree
...or at least try...
...or Admi might charm the judge while she vacations...
...if he can tear himself away from his distractions...
tree
Thus ended Eul’s first day at the OPP though she would quickly lose track of what day or time it was. Rarely was she near a window and less frequently outdoors. What was constant was any waking moment she was assured to be bound in some device, being beaten, or raped. Sister Disciple even told her how excited she was to have Eul for a month because the last time she was there they could not properly punish her as there would be insufficient time for her to mend before her crucifixion. Although Eul’s execution would implemented under the rules covering a slave’s crucifixion and not the authority of the IMF, Tree held the bond on Eul’s execution and insisted she would bear no marks beyond the branding that Messaline had suggested.
For Eul time meant nothing. She was either catching moments of fitful sleep or was being used or abused. She was humiliated when she was locked into a device and fitted with a ring gag so Friar Abbott could fuck her mouth. Condemned or not foremost she was a slave and had she been told to suck his cock she would have done so obediently. While he pummeled her throat, Sister Discipline used the skills as the target of punishment when she was known only as the student ‘27’ (See ‘stuff happens after Messa’s plans go awry’) to torture the slave bard.
She knew she could cause far greater hurt by beating the soles of Eul’s feet but instead just slapped them with the cane with a random hard hit…
tree
For Eul time meant nothing. She was either catching moments of fitful sleep or was being used or abused. She was humiliated when she was locked into a device and fitted with a ring gag so Friar Abbott could fuck her mouth. Condemned or not foremost she was a slave and had she been told to suck his cock she would have done so obediently. While he pummeled her throat, Sister Discipline used the skills as the target of punishment when she was known only as the student ‘27’ (See ‘stuff happens after Messa’s plans go awry’) to torture the slave bard.
She knew she could cause far greater hurt by beating the soles of Eul’s feet but instead just slapped them with the cane with a random hard hit…
tree
J
Julia
Guest
Chapter 15: Forever in hell
The next day is not better.
As usual my sad life consists of humiliation
(picture 127)
... and pain.
(picture 128)
And as usual my backside looks like a battle-field.
(picture 129)
...
My poor crucified companion is even in a much worse situation.
She's still alive, still heavily suffering.
And a merciless guard observes her ordeal.
(picture 130)
She suffers and suffers
(picture 131),
... further tormented by a merciless bird.
(picture 132)
Does anybody help?
No!
Instead of this a cold executioner is reading a book,
not taking care for her poor victim.
(picture 133)
So the agony of my poor friend increases
more and more.
She screams,
(picture 134)
... while the cold-hearted executioner enjoys the spectacle.
(picture 135)
...
And me?
Once again I spend an uncharming night in chains.
(picture 136)
Then finally a short but merciful sleep comes over me ...
...
to be continued
...
Note:
Thanks a lot to Markus, Messa, Carrasco Sentimental & friends, the BoundHeat team and some others for some great pictures!
The next day is not better.
As usual my sad life consists of humiliation
(picture 127)
... and pain.
(picture 128)
And as usual my backside looks like a battle-field.
(picture 129)
...
My poor crucified companion is even in a much worse situation.
She's still alive, still heavily suffering.
And a merciless guard observes her ordeal.
(picture 130)
She suffers and suffers
(picture 131),
... further tormented by a merciless bird.
(picture 132)
Does anybody help?
No!
Instead of this a cold executioner is reading a book,
not taking care for her poor victim.
(picture 133)
So the agony of my poor friend increases
more and more.
She screams,
(picture 134)
... while the cold-hearted executioner enjoys the spectacle.
(picture 135)
...
And me?
Once again I spend an uncharming night in chains.
(picture 136)
Then finally a short but merciful sleep comes over me ...
...
to be continued
...
Note:
Thanks a lot to Markus, Messa, Carrasco Sentimental & friends, the BoundHeat team and some others for some great pictures!
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How the hell did this end up on both 'trial of a slave bard' and here? Wsa I sober when I posted????
Tree
J
Julia
Guest
J
Julia
Guest
Chapter 16: The Grim Reaper's Symphonie
I need hours to get rid off these goddamned chains.
(picture 139)
But then I'm finally successful.
Better so, much better!
And after some overdue stretching exercises for my maltreated bones
(picture 140)
... I walk slowly out of the building.
Obviously the guards are sleeping.
And without any problems I reach the execution site.
The athmosphere is horrendous.
So much empty crosses ...
(picture 141)
And the howling of the wind is further terrifying me.
I feel so small,
so weak,
so unprotected ...
I'm afraid.
The horrible spirit of this place is diabolic.
Howling wind, dust and death ...
And lots of empty crosses ...
It's a nightmare!
A dust-filled hell.
(picture 142)
I slowly move forward.
Just one single cross is yet not left.
My poor mate is still alive,
(picture 143)
still suffering,
still caught in an endless inferno of agony.
For the executioner it's much more comfortable.
She's even protected against wind and dust,
not to mention that her future perspectives are considerably better than those of the crucifee.
The executioner feels good,
really good.
(picture 144)
But suddenly she hears a soft noise.
And when she turns her head
she has a view to something extremely unpleasant:
my cold face.
(picture 145)
And the wind is howling a creepy melody ...
...
to be continued
...
I need hours to get rid off these goddamned chains.
(picture 139)
But then I'm finally successful.
Better so, much better!
And after some overdue stretching exercises for my maltreated bones
(picture 140)
... I walk slowly out of the building.
Obviously the guards are sleeping.
And without any problems I reach the execution site.
The athmosphere is horrendous.
So much empty crosses ...
(picture 141)
And the howling of the wind is further terrifying me.
I feel so small,
so weak,
so unprotected ...
I'm afraid.
The horrible spirit of this place is diabolic.
Howling wind, dust and death ...
And lots of empty crosses ...
It's a nightmare!
A dust-filled hell.
(picture 142)
I slowly move forward.
Just one single cross is yet not left.
My poor mate is still alive,
(picture 143)
still suffering,
still caught in an endless inferno of agony.
For the executioner it's much more comfortable.
She's even protected against wind and dust,
not to mention that her future perspectives are considerably better than those of the crucifee.
The executioner feels good,
really good.
(picture 144)
But suddenly she hears a soft noise.
And when she turns her head
she has a view to something extremely unpleasant:
my cold face.
(picture 145)
And the wind is howling a creepy melody ...
...
to be continued
...
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J
Julia
Guest
No, no, friend Tree,
with all respect for your economic needs,
but it was a dream with a psychologic content
And not about the export-oriented interests of the local steel industry ...
Bravo, Julia.
It reminds me of one time I was crucifying Eul and I said 'this is the most powerful Stanley 6# fibreglass handled hammer in the the world. And in all the excitement I can't remember if I've driven two spikes or three. So you have to ask yourself, CUNT, do you feel lucky...
T
no, Eul is not a 'cunt', Ulrika, but she has a fine...
t
It reminds me of one time I was crucifying Eul and I said 'this is the most powerful Stanley 6# fibreglass handled hammer in the the world. And in all the excitement I can't remember if I've driven two spikes or three. So you have to ask yourself, CUNT, do you feel lucky...
T
no, Eul is not a 'cunt', Ulrika, but she has a fine...
No, no, friend Tree,
with all respect for your economic needs,
but it was a dream with a psychologic content
And not about the export-oriented steel industry ...
t
J
Julia
Guest
Chapter 17: Stranglers in the Night
The now inevitable fight starts rather problematic for me.
(picture 146)
But soon I'm able to reach a solid strategic advantage.
(picture 147)
The rest is a question of consequent pressure.
(pictures 148-150)
Some minutes later it's over.
One executioner less ...
(picture 151)
I risk a fearful view to the neighbouring cross:
Thank god my tormented mate is still breathing.
(picture 152)
And I can also breath again.
Just the executioner stopped breathing forever.
...
to be continued
...
Note:
The credit for the great drawing goes again to dr1956.
Thanks a lot!
Thanks Dear
The now inevitable fight starts rather problematic for me.
(picture 146)
But soon I'm able to reach a solid strategic advantage.
(picture 147)
The rest is a question of consequent pressure.
(pictures 148-150)
Some minutes later it's over.
One executioner less ...
(picture 151)
I risk a fearful view to the neighbouring cross:
Thank god my tormented mate is still breathing.
(picture 152)
And I can also breath again.
Just the executioner stopped breathing forever.
...
to be continued
...
Note:
The credit for the great drawing goes again to dr1956.
Thanks a lot!
Thanks Dear
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Julia
Guest
Chapter 18: Hope in the time of cholera
My poor mate has survived.
I'm totally relieved.
Now, after a preventive temperature measurement,
(picture 153)
... I can finally take her down from the cross,
slowly, carefully and step by step.
(pictures 154-156)
It's done.
And her state is still relatively good.
(picture 157)
So we don't hesitate.
Immediately we leave this horrible place,
hopefully forever.
The nightmare should be over.
(picture 158)
...
to be continued
...
Note:
Lots of thanks and Credits to friend Tree, as well as Le Chat and another great drawer (whose name I unfortunately don't know) for their great pictures!
My poor mate has survived.
I'm totally relieved.
Now, after a preventive temperature measurement,
(picture 153)
... I can finally take her down from the cross,
slowly, carefully and step by step.
(pictures 154-156)
It's done.
And her state is still relatively good.
(picture 157)
So we don't hesitate.
Immediately we leave this horrible place,
hopefully forever.
The nightmare should be over.
(picture 158)
...
to be continued
...
Note:
Lots of thanks and Credits to friend Tree, as well as Le Chat and another great drawer (whose name I unfortunately don't know) for their great pictures!
