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Barb Time Travels Again...
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Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
I invented the mood square because I cannot put a ring on your finger.great... now he is reinventing the mood ring...
You might think I want to marry you.
Later in the afternoon Barb hangs from her cross tiring quickly from the 57 hours she has already suffered on the cross. Her third day on the cross is much warmer than the first two and though Tree gives her as much water as she wants an IV hooked to a fire hose could not keep up with her dehydrating body.
Messa and Judith have long left. In a guest house of a billionaire Judith makes Messa apologize for her insolence at the cross.
Then she has Messa kneel before and says while she accepts Messa’s apology she must still be punished. She asks “What should it be, Messaline?”
Hesitantly Messa says “Perhaps you should whip me.”
Judith laughs and says “What, you expect me to work to pleasure you?”
“I meant to say ‘you should have me whipped’… by the groundskeeper.”
“That’s better but it is still not enough. I think I will have you nailed to the cross that Barbara Moore is on once she is done for three days. I’ll have them use square shanked spikes so you bleed. What do you think Messaline?”
“If that is what you deem necessary, Mistress” Messa replied with her face flush with fear.
“That’s better, Messa. And since we will start tomorrow I while have him use a flogger instead of a whip. I would hate to have my little jewel displayed on a cross with unsightly welts” Judith smiles. She goes to the phone and makes a call.
“Hello, RR… Yes, I want the hospitality tent and the caterers retained and make sure Tree has some square spikes… Chao, love you!”
That afternoon the groundskeeper fastens Messa’s wrists above her head and entertains Judith by giving Messa the flogging she deserves.
Back on the hill it is late evening and Barb isn’t doing so well. Her lungs are beginning to aspirate as her strength ebbs. She was going to vomit the water mixed with stomach bile but due to her body stretched on the cross and her weakened state she begins to choke and inhales it. The coughing fit that follows does nothing to help and instead tears muscles in her chest.
She watches the sun set sure that it is the last one she will see…
Tree
Messa and Judith have long left. In a guest house of a billionaire Judith makes Messa apologize for her insolence at the cross.
Then she has Messa kneel before and says while she accepts Messa’s apology she must still be punished. She asks “What should it be, Messaline?”
Hesitantly Messa says “Perhaps you should whip me.”
Judith laughs and says “What, you expect me to work to pleasure you?”
“I meant to say ‘you should have me whipped’… by the groundskeeper.”
“That’s better but it is still not enough. I think I will have you nailed to the cross that Barbara Moore is on once she is done for three days. I’ll have them use square shanked spikes so you bleed. What do you think Messaline?”
“If that is what you deem necessary, Mistress” Messa replied with her face flush with fear.
“That’s better, Messa. And since we will start tomorrow I while have him use a flogger instead of a whip. I would hate to have my little jewel displayed on a cross with unsightly welts” Judith smiles. She goes to the phone and makes a call.
“Hello, RR… Yes, I want the hospitality tent and the caterers retained and make sure Tree has some square spikes… Chao, love you!”
That afternoon the groundskeeper fastens Messa’s wrists above her head and entertains Judith by giving Messa the flogging she deserves.
Back on the hill it is late evening and Barb isn’t doing so well. Her lungs are beginning to aspirate as her strength ebbs. She was going to vomit the water mixed with stomach bile but due to her body stretched on the cross and her weakened state she begins to choke and inhales it. The coughing fit that follows does nothing to help and instead tears muscles in her chest.
She watches the sun set sure that it is the last one she will see…
Tree
No Seagram's
Repertor, she's not doing too well
Better get the resuscitation trolley ready!
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Sustenance, you fool... No wonder you can't figure out the time machine!!!What?
Do you need resuscitating as well?
It is almost 11 PM. In Barb’s first universe Tree shuffles into the electrical room. He opens the various panels and says ‘What the fuck’.
He walks into the control room where Ulrika announces his presence saying “I tried to keep him out but he has a really big gun!”
Chancellor Wragg stands and says “Tree we are working with delicate electronics here and we don’t have much time and your smoking isn’t helping.”
“Get Barb and put her in the chair” Tree replies.
“She is in her rest period. We shouldn’t move her for another 4 hours” Repertor explains.
“Do I look like God? No, I didn’t think so. Listen, some cunt lasting two days on a cross is a fucking piece of cake. Two and a half days you’re down to 50/50 odds and it goes downhill fast from there. If her parallel universe is the same as here it was hotter than hell and if she ain’t dead she only has hours to go. I said ‘do it’. And next time something doesn’t work check the circuit breakers first” Tree snarls.
“Get her” Chancellor Wragg orders.
Barb is placed in the chair drooling as the strap her in.
They tape on the sensors.
The technicians do a final check…
…and give the thumbs up.
The switch is thrown and she immediately lifts her head.
She pissed on the chair and it runs down and splatters on the seat.
She begins to froth from the mouth.
Tree says “I think she is well done by now.”
The switch is opened and she looks around then whimpers “What have you done to me?”
Meanwhile back in her parallel universe Barb opens her mouth to scream. Nothing comes out and her chin drops to the top of her chest.
Tree doesn’t need to check… he knows she is dead…
Tree
He walks into the control room where Ulrika announces his presence saying “I tried to keep him out but he has a really big gun!”
Chancellor Wragg stands and says “Tree we are working with delicate electronics here and we don’t have much time and your smoking isn’t helping.”
“Get Barb and put her in the chair” Tree replies.
“She is in her rest period. We shouldn’t move her for another 4 hours” Repertor explains.
“Do I look like God? No, I didn’t think so. Listen, some cunt lasting two days on a cross is a fucking piece of cake. Two and a half days you’re down to 50/50 odds and it goes downhill fast from there. If her parallel universe is the same as here it was hotter than hell and if she ain’t dead she only has hours to go. I said ‘do it’. And next time something doesn’t work check the circuit breakers first” Tree snarls.
“Get her” Chancellor Wragg orders.
Barb is placed in the chair drooling as the strap her in.
They tape on the sensors.
The technicians do a final check…
…and give the thumbs up.
The switch is thrown and she immediately lifts her head.
She pissed on the chair and it runs down and splatters on the seat.
She begins to froth from the mouth.
Tree says “I think she is well done by now.”
The switch is opened and she looks around then whimpers “What have you done to me?”
Meanwhile back in her parallel universe Barb opens her mouth to scream. Nothing comes out and her chin drops to the top of her chest.
Tree doesn’t need to check… he knows she is dead…
Tree
Back on the hill it is late evening and Barb isn’t doing so well. Her lungs are beginning to aspirate as her strength ebbs. She was going to vomit the water mixed with stomach bile but due to her body stretched on the cross and her weakened state she begins to choke and inhales it. The coughing fit that follows does nothing to help and instead tears muscles in her chest.Don't just stand there gawking Tree!!!!! Get me down. I am choking to death .....
Well it was worth a try. Unfortunately nothing happened. He just lit a cigarette, took a swig of Seagram's and burped. What a guy.
So nothing left to do but enjoy my last sunset.Wave after wave is breaking on the shore
Keeping the secrets of destiny
The sun goes down
I'm trembling with wrath and awe
Am I worthy such a sight
After all Wragg and Rep still might
Who am I to feel joy
Apologies to Conception
Trolley in the THT estate!
LittleSiss
Sorceress
We did it! 
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Epilogue?
No Seagram's yet again!!!!Reverse of top shelf ... paradox in time?
A lodi again?
(CCR reference)
LittleSiss
Sorceress
OK, so I tripped on loose carpet and didn't notice it... I still believe there is a conspiracy going on... Where are the Russians???
