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Roxie And The Lottery

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Wednesday, June 22, 2016, 8:30 AM

In a rare appearance at this time in the morning Tree makes his way up the mound. Roxie recognizes him as the man how drove the spikes through her wrists and feet but strangely doesn’t hold any animosity towards him. What the hell, if he didn’t someone else would have she figures.

In a hoarse voice coming from her dry mouth and throat Roxie asks if she would be allowed water. Tree tells her in 50 more minutes she could have as much as she wanted. She asks if it would prolong life. Tree says “I used to think it would. It may an hour or so but you can’t drink enough to rehydrate yourself. After 24 hours as warm as it you would need an IV to take in as much as you need.”

“Sir, how long will I last?”

“Don’t call me ‘sir’. The name is Tree. How old are you?”

“I just turned 19 a few months ago.”

Tree looks her over as he lights a Marlboro.

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“You look like you are in good shape” he says. “I’d say tomorrow for sure- maybe into Friday.”


“Crap, I can’t take another night much less two! Could you do me a favor?”

Tree shrugs and tells her she may ask. “Tell Siss and Barb to stay away. I know they mean well but I don’t want to see them again.”

“They won’t like that. They spent the night chained in Primus’ dungeon being used by IMF guards so they would be allowed back up here.”

“They did? Why would they?”

“Friends do strange things for friends…”

Tree


With thanks to SeD for the 3D part of the art…
 
thehangingtree said:
It does seem unlikely, young lady, and the wood and spikes are in no rush to end your suffering. CF can be so unfair!!!
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It is so unfair! (If I could stamp my foot now I would!)

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I should not be crucified! I did nothing wrong, yet I'm suffering so. I had so much...now nothing I can call my own except this cross and the nails that affix my poor, bleeding, naked body to it.

I have been figuratively and physically stripped of every bit of modesty and dignity. For fuck's sake, my cunt -- my most intimately private body part, which should only be seen by my lover -- is exposed to every stupid, viscous asshole that cares to stare up me hanging in agony! My proud, heaving, quivering breasts -- the very symbols of my womanhood -- are mere objects for obscene ogling and comments.

Why? Why? Why?

Is all this suffering to mean anything at all?
 
roxie said:
It is so unfair! (If I could stamp my foot now I would!)

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I should not be crucified! I did nothing wrong, yet I'm suffering so. I had so much...now nothing I can call my own except this cross and the nails that affix my poor, bleeding, naked body to it.

I have been figuratively and physically stripped of every bit of modesty and dignity. For fuck's sake, my cunt -- my most intimately private body part, which should only be seen by my lover -- is exposed to every stupid, viscous asshole that cares to stare up me hanging in agony! My proud, heaving, quivering breasts -- the very symbols of my womanhood -- are mere objects for obscene ogling and comments.

Why? Why? Why?

Is all this suffering to mean anything at all?
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A beautiful post, Roxanne. Tree wishes he could answer your questions. I even hate to bring up your thought that it is your cross when it possesses you.

This is certainly a sad night at the Crux Forums...

...typical, but sad...

Tree
 
roxie said:
Probably not...

No knight in shining armor for Roxie...it seems
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Sorry, I borrowed Jollyrei at your moment of need, Roxie :doh:

roxie said:
It is so unfair! (If I could stamp my foot now I would!)

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I should not be crucified! I did nothing wrong, yet I'm suffering so. I had so much...now nothing I can call my own except this cross and the nails that affix my poor, bleeding, naked body to it.

I have been figuratively and physically stripped of every bit of modesty and dignity. For fuck's sake, my cunt -- my most intimately private body part, which should only be seen by my lover -- is exposed to every stupid, viscous asshole that cares to stare up me hanging in agony! My proud, heaving, quivering breasts -- the very symbols of my womanhood -- are mere objects for obscene ogling and comments.

Why? Why? Why?

Is all this suffering to mean anything at all?
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I was duly sad.....:(

Until I realized I was a stupid, vicious asshole :doh:
 
At least Tree is a man of his word. Mere moments after 9:20 AM Barb and Siss come up the hill to where I hang from this fucking cross. They seem to be struggling to drag the 48 quart cooler up the path than I did carrying this cross!

They arrive with their skin shining with sweat. I remember what Tree told me about what they had been through to be able to come back here and while I really just want to be left alone. But I look at the cooler then the clock on the house. Could I really get some relief? Tree said after 9:20 I could have water and my mouth is do fucking dry I’ll risk taking a few more hours to die!

They really have water! Barb stands on her toes and stretches as tall as she can to squirt water from the bottle into my mouth! I try to swallow but begin to cough, spraying her and me. Fuck, who would think coughing could hurt so badly?

I look down as the water cascades down my skin. As it spatters off me it looks muddy as it tracked through the dust that coats my flesh.
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Sorry if the view looks the same… it hasn’t changed for me in the last day or so. Siss dips a towel into the cooler and holds it up to my mouth. She tells me to suck on it. It is a better way to drink! Barb dips another towel in the cooler and begins washing my body. It is almost painfully cold but just to have the grit wiped away is worth the discomfort. Siss gives me a fresh towel to suck on while Barb finishes up but I drop the towel and cry “Barb, please, wipe my ass!”

“Are you sure?”


I have never been more sure. Damn, it feels good. I am able to drink some water from the bottles. It is not neat but neither is dying on a cross. I gasp as I drink my third bottle and look at the Barb and Siss. I shake my head and say “You have to go. Tree told me the IMA is wanting to take you, too.”

“I would gladly die with you” Siss says without hesitation.

“Thank you, Siss, but I will be long dead before you are crucified. Go do great things” I say. They stand there with tears in their eyes and I shout “Go or my death is truly worthless!”

I am alone again on this fucking cross. It is a warm day but clouds gather and the wind cools me. I wonder what my feet look like…”

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-Roxie

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
At least Tree is a man of his word. Mere moments after 9:20 AM Barb and Siss come up the hill to where I hang from this fucking cross. They seem to be struggling to drag the 48 quart cooler up the path than I did carrying this cross!

They arrive with their skin shining with sweat. I remember what Tree told me about what they had been through to be able to come back here and while I really just want to be left alone. But I look at the cooler then the clock on the house. Could I really get some relief? Tree said after 9:20 I could have water and my mouth is do fucking dry I’ll risk taking a few more hours to die!

They really have water! Barb stands on her toes and stretches as tall as she can to squirt water from the bottle into my mouth! I try to swallow but begin to cough, spraying her and me. Fuck, who would think coughing could hurt so badly?

I look down as the water cascades down my skin. As it spatters off me it looks muddy as it tracked through the dust that coats my flesh.
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Sorry if the view looks the same… it hasn’t changed for me in the last day or so. Siss dips a towel into the cooler and holds it up to my mouth. She tells me to suck on it. It is a better way to drink! Barb dips another towel in the cooler and begins washing my body. It is almost painfully cold but just to have the grit wiped away is worth the discomfort. Siss gives me a fresh towel to suck on while Barb finishes up but I drop the towel and cry “Barb, please, wipe my ass!”

“Are you sure?”


I have never been more sure. Damn, it feels good. I am able to drink some water from the bottles. It is not neat but neither is dying on a cross. I gasp as I drink my third bottle and look at the Barb and Siss. I shake my head and say “You have to go. Tree told me the IMA is wanting to take you, too.”

“I would gladly die with you” Siss says without hesitation.

“Thank you, Siss, but I will be long dead before you are crucified. Go do great things” I say. They sand there with tears in their eyes and I shout “Go or my death is truly worthless!”

I am alone again on this fucking cross. It is a warm day but clouds gather and the wind cools me. I wonder what my feet look like…”

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-Roxie

Tree
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Well Siss ... With this episode Tree has finally cast us in a positive light ... as the good Samaritans and lovely beings that we are ... sweet and innocent as the day is long. He might have given us a cart or wagon, though, to haul the water with, but then he wouldn't have been able to get that gratuitous line in there about our "sweat-sheened" bodies, would he? Getting to wash Roxie's body made it all worthwhile, though it was a little weird when she asked me to do her ass too. Whatever. Anyway, now that we have done our duty here, let's take Tree's car for s spin, shall we. It's been at least a month since the last time. This time you drive, ok? He still hasn't forgiven me for the last time. Outcome will probably be the same though.
 
Wednesday, June 22, 2016, 4 PM

Roxie has been crucified more than 30 hours…

Who is this coming up the hill I wonder. As she gets closer I recognize her as the French woman, Messa. Almost cheerfully she exclaims “Oh, Roxanne, I don’t think even I could look as beautiful as you on such a weathered and stained cross!”

“Thanks, I think” I reply “but I really don’t care how I look right now.”

“Roxanne, you must! A crucified woman has only her cross, her pain, and her pride” she declares.

“How can I take pride in hanging naked nailed to a cross before total strangers while knowing the reason I am here is so my so called family can steal my trust fund? Besides if I look so damn good why is there a tenth of the crowd here as yesterday?”

“The initial crucifixion is what most comes to see. As young and beautiful as you are and I was when I was crucified the high-rollers are busy and when they leave most of the crowd does to” she explains.

“How long did you last on the cross, Messa?”

“Thirty-six hours” she replies. I look at the clock on the garden’s tower and slump down the rough stipe. There is no way I can live another five hours! Then Messa adds “Of course I could have lasted another day if Tree hadn’t poisoned me!”

If we were sitting in a bar I might ask what the hell is she doing here talking to me if she was crucified and poisoned but I am too fucking tired. Instead I groan “I can’t last another five hours.”

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Then she does something I do not expect. She walks up to my cross and pulls open the top of her little fuchsia dress and rubs against my body. The she slips her finger into my sex and rubs my clit with her thumb! She looks up and says “Your body is tired and may be ready to quit but your mind is not there. Fight on, Roxanne; as long as you breathe there is hope!”

I whimper “Please stop!”

“Do you really want me to stop? You are not a condemned bitch but a woman crucified and as long as you are alive you are a foremost a woman!”

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I do not argue and struggle to spread my knees to offer her access to my loins…

-Roxie

Tree

Crucified Roxie by Sed
 
thehangingtree said:
Wednesday, June 22, 2016, 4 PM

Roxie has been crucified more than 30 hours…

Who is this coming up the hill I wonder. As she gets closer I recognize her as the French woman, Messa. Almost cheerfully she exclaims “Oh, Roxanne, I don’t think even I could look as beautiful as you on such a weathered and stained cross!”

“Thanks, I think” I reply “but I really don’t care how I look right now.”

“Roxanne, you must! A crucified woman has only her cross, her pain, and her pride” she declares.

“How can I take pride in hanging naked nailed to a cross before total strangers while knowing the reason I am here is so my so called family can steal my trust fund? Besides if I look so damn good why is there a tenth of the crowd here as yesterday?”

“The initial crucifixion is what most comes to see. As young and beautiful as you are and I was when I was crucified the high-rollers are busy and when they leave most of the crowd does to” she explains.

“How long did you last on the cross, Messa?”

“Thirty-six hours” she replies. I look at the clock on the garden’s tower and slump down the rough stipe. There is no way I can live another five hours! Then Messa adds “Of course I could have lasted another day if Tree hadn’t poisoned me!”

If we were sitting in a bar I might ask what the hell is she doing here talking to me if she was crucified and poisoned but I am too fucking tired. Instead I groan “I can’t last another five hours.”

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Then she does something I do not expect. She walks up to my cross and pulls open the top of her little fuchsia dress and rubs against my body. The she slips her finger into my sex and rubs my clit with her thumb! She looks up and says “Your body is tired and may be ready to quit but your mind is not there. Fight on, Roxanne; as long as you breathe there is hope!”

I whimper “Please stop!”

“Do you really want me to stop? You are not a condemned bitch but a woman crucified and as long as you are alive you are a foremost a woman!”

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I do not argue and struggle to spread my knees to offer her access to my loins…

-Roxie

Tree

Crucified Roxie by Sed
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Ah, sweet Messaline! :)

Always guaranteed to liven up any crucifixion, :)

hers or anyone else's! :D
 
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