I know Tree will eventually crucify me in the thread Roxie is Tagged, but I couldn't resist giving my version of the experience!
Crucified by Mr. Tree
Oh my, woe is me
I’m in great trouble today
I was caught in flagrante delicto
In a lesbian way
They call it perverted
By the patriarchy that rules
Women are denied the expression
Of a love that is true
Standing bound in the dock
And stripped to the waist
The judge stares at my tits
As an awful judgment he makes
Roxanne, you are guilty
Of an unspeakable crime
Your unnatural desires
Have condemned you today
Your friends too are condemned,
Professor Barb and Miss Siss,
Bah!!!! I can’t think on your crimes
For such thoughts make me sick
A woman’s sexual organs
Are meant for a cock deep within
When women have congress together
It’s an abominable sin!
Before passing sentence
They strip the last of our clothes
For a condemned woman wears nothing
Yet we stand defiantly posed!
Our breasts are thrust forward
Our backs ramrod straight
Legs spread shoulder wide
See our shaved pussies displayed!
Yes! Our shaved pussies the mark
Of our feminine liberation
Better for grinding and rubbing
Than for mere penetration
Between our spread thighs
Dangle tags piercing the flesh
Of nether lips soft and tender
Their wounds oozing, still fresh
See! The tags on your cunts
Bear the red “C” in their spaces
Therefore, you’re to be crucified
For your vile concupiscence
Though expecting no less
We shiver and shudder
As the words are delivered
At what we must suffer
Guards! Take these bitches away
Take them away now, post haste!
March them out under guard
To their crucifixion place
There to meet Mr. Tree
Our executioner-in-chief
Who will carry out the court order
And crucify them this morn
Dragged from the court
We’re marched down the street
To our date with the cross
And the dread Mr. Tree
Tree’s reputation is earned
As the executioner-in-chief
He’s nailed many poor women
Caused so much agony and grief
In the prison courtyard
Where the crux process begins
Dragged, pushed and shoved we arrive
To see a dark, slender figure within
Mr. Tree greets our arrival
A wicked smile on his face
Dressed in denim and flannel
A wide-brimmed hat on his head
Welcome ladies, says he
I always knew we’d meet in this way
The sun is just rising
My, isn’t it a wonderful day!
His voice is mellow and deep
Calming, but don’t ever mistake
For down deep inside
He’s as cold as a snake!
Appearing out of the gloom
Come his assistants, I see
Bull and Gunner, so big
And scary sister Joan Tree
Standing naked and chilled
With our nipples so hard
Mr. Tree can’t but notice
Ah, I see you’re as excited as me!
Let’s get this over and done
Ladies, let’s not make a fuss
You can struggle and fight
But crucify you I must
Forced to kneel in the dirt
Across our shoulders a load
A heavy crossbeam is placed
To bear down the road
Mine is covered with pitch
And at its end many holes
Many others have hanged from it
Under this harsh penal code
To the wood wrists are bound
This, the first stretch of our arms
The ropes thick and coarse
Our skin abraded and torn
Batons thrust between thighs
We’re encouraged to stand
On slender wobbly legs
In line, we stumble ahead
Tree rides a pale horse
He leads our sorry procession
We three balance our crossbeams
Followed by Joan, Gunner and Bull
Down cobblestone streets
As the sun starts to rise
The crowds quickly gather
To see three girls crucified
We march bent at the waist
Under heavy beams we are bowed
Our breasts bobble and sway
To the delight of the crowd
Soon we are covered with sweat
From our awful exertions
And the fear of the pain
Of our soon to be crucifixions
We arrive at the place
Where we three will die
Tree halts the procession
And we’re dragged to the ground
Bull and Gunner approach
With their bags full of nails
And Joan brings the hammer
Which she passes to Tree
Nails are passed to each cross
As events happen quite quick
Our thighs are pulled wide
And Tree takes his pick
I think it’s Roxie I’ll fuck
The others are yours
Bull and Gunner agree
One takes Barb, one takes Siss
Tree unzips his pants
Takes his cock in his hand
At first a flaccid old thing
It grows to more than a span!
He kneels between my spread thighs
Gives a laugh then a grunt
I feel the tip of his cock
Push deep into my cunt
He fucks me quickly and hard
My poor pussy is ripped
By the force of his thrusts
By the huge size of his dick
He comes deep inside me
Then pulling out leaves me leaking
He’s not a man to waste time
On a condemned girl’s pleading
Tree pulls up his pants
And gets straight to work
Nails are pressed into my wrist
Driven home straight and true
Then proceeding to Barb
And then to sweet Siss
He nails them both
The iron pierces their wrists
Our crossbeams are raised
Upon uprights in the ground
We scream as nails pull
As blood streams from our wounds
Bull and Gunner attend
To bend our legs under
Tree nails through our feet
Our crucifixions complete
Now we three hang on our crosses
Expertly nailed and upraised
We’ll be a long time a-dying
Mr. Tree has earned his wage!
Looking down from my cross
To the top of Tree’s head
I see his wicked grin
As he stares up my lean thighs
For my legs are splayed open
I cannot close them one bit
In the manner I’m nailed
There’s a great view of my slit
My small breasts are pulled high
They damn near disappear!
But tumescent nipples thrust out
From dark areolas – look here!
Barb and Siss likewise are stretched
Hanging from delicate wrists
But with full and tremulous breasts
Ahhh, they were heaven to kiss!
At the tops our of crosses
Plaques are affixed with our crimes
Our names not worth posting
Just “Sexual Pervert” on mine
Tree stares up at his work
As we three girls writhe in the air
Every part of us exposed
No bit of dignity spared
But quickly turning Tree leaves
His job here is through
Time to get back to his porch
To his Seagram’s, and a snooze!!!
Joan, Bull and Gunner are left
To wait with us the day through
Then to report back to the boss
When we condemned cunts are dead
The crowd gathers near
To watch our writhing up close
The men sneer and curse
The women seem quiet, morose
Have we wasted our lives?
Just to be nailed to a cross
In pursuit of sexual freedom
It seems to be such a loss
But slowly and surely
A gathering crowd of young women
Stand before us on our crosses
At first hesitant, then more brazen
They raise their skirts high
To show their liberation
They’ve shaved their pubic hair
They are part of a rebellion!
Roxie 2015
Crucified by Mr. Tree
Oh my, woe is me
I’m in great trouble today
I was caught in flagrante delicto
In a lesbian way
They call it perverted
By the patriarchy that rules
Women are denied the expression
Of a love that is true
Standing bound in the dock
And stripped to the waist
The judge stares at my tits
As an awful judgment he makes
Roxanne, you are guilty
Of an unspeakable crime
Your unnatural desires
Have condemned you today
Your friends too are condemned,
Professor Barb and Miss Siss,
Bah!!!! I can’t think on your crimes
For such thoughts make me sick
A woman’s sexual organs
Are meant for a cock deep within
When women have congress together
It’s an abominable sin!
Before passing sentence
They strip the last of our clothes
For a condemned woman wears nothing
Yet we stand defiantly posed!
Our breasts are thrust forward
Our backs ramrod straight
Legs spread shoulder wide
See our shaved pussies displayed!
Yes! Our shaved pussies the mark
Of our feminine liberation
Better for grinding and rubbing
Than for mere penetration
Between our spread thighs
Dangle tags piercing the flesh
Of nether lips soft and tender
Their wounds oozing, still fresh
See! The tags on your cunts
Bear the red “C” in their spaces
Therefore, you’re to be crucified
For your vile concupiscence
Though expecting no less
We shiver and shudder
As the words are delivered
At what we must suffer
Guards! Take these bitches away
Take them away now, post haste!
March them out under guard
To their crucifixion place
There to meet Mr. Tree
Our executioner-in-chief
Who will carry out the court order
And crucify them this morn
Dragged from the court
We’re marched down the street
To our date with the cross
And the dread Mr. Tree
Tree’s reputation is earned
As the executioner-in-chief
He’s nailed many poor women
Caused so much agony and grief
In the prison courtyard
Where the crux process begins
Dragged, pushed and shoved we arrive
To see a dark, slender figure within
Mr. Tree greets our arrival
A wicked smile on his face
Dressed in denim and flannel
A wide-brimmed hat on his head
Welcome ladies, says he
I always knew we’d meet in this way
The sun is just rising
My, isn’t it a wonderful day!
His voice is mellow and deep
Calming, but don’t ever mistake
For down deep inside
He’s as cold as a snake!
Appearing out of the gloom
Come his assistants, I see
Bull and Gunner, so big
And scary sister Joan Tree
Standing naked and chilled
With our nipples so hard
Mr. Tree can’t but notice
Ah, I see you’re as excited as me!
Let’s get this over and done
Ladies, let’s not make a fuss
You can struggle and fight
But crucify you I must
Forced to kneel in the dirt
Across our shoulders a load
A heavy crossbeam is placed
To bear down the road
Mine is covered with pitch
And at its end many holes
Many others have hanged from it
Under this harsh penal code
To the wood wrists are bound
This, the first stretch of our arms
The ropes thick and coarse
Our skin abraded and torn
Batons thrust between thighs
We’re encouraged to stand
On slender wobbly legs
In line, we stumble ahead
Tree rides a pale horse
He leads our sorry procession
We three balance our crossbeams
Followed by Joan, Gunner and Bull
Down cobblestone streets
As the sun starts to rise
The crowds quickly gather
To see three girls crucified
We march bent at the waist
Under heavy beams we are bowed
Our breasts bobble and sway
To the delight of the crowd
Soon we are covered with sweat
From our awful exertions
And the fear of the pain
Of our soon to be crucifixions
We arrive at the place
Where we three will die
Tree halts the procession
And we’re dragged to the ground
Bull and Gunner approach
With their bags full of nails
And Joan brings the hammer
Which she passes to Tree
Nails are passed to each cross
As events happen quite quick
Our thighs are pulled wide
And Tree takes his pick
I think it’s Roxie I’ll fuck
The others are yours
Bull and Gunner agree
One takes Barb, one takes Siss
Tree unzips his pants
Takes his cock in his hand
At first a flaccid old thing
It grows to more than a span!
He kneels between my spread thighs
Gives a laugh then a grunt
I feel the tip of his cock
Push deep into my cunt
He fucks me quickly and hard
My poor pussy is ripped
By the force of his thrusts
By the huge size of his dick
He comes deep inside me
Then pulling out leaves me leaking
He’s not a man to waste time
On a condemned girl’s pleading
Tree pulls up his pants
And gets straight to work
Nails are pressed into my wrist
Driven home straight and true
Then proceeding to Barb
And then to sweet Siss
He nails them both
The iron pierces their wrists
Our crossbeams are raised
Upon uprights in the ground
We scream as nails pull
As blood streams from our wounds
Bull and Gunner attend
To bend our legs under
Tree nails through our feet
Our crucifixions complete
Now we three hang on our crosses
Expertly nailed and upraised
We’ll be a long time a-dying
Mr. Tree has earned his wage!
Looking down from my cross
To the top of Tree’s head
I see his wicked grin
As he stares up my lean thighs
For my legs are splayed open
I cannot close them one bit
In the manner I’m nailed
There’s a great view of my slit
My small breasts are pulled high
They damn near disappear!
But tumescent nipples thrust out
From dark areolas – look here!
Barb and Siss likewise are stretched
Hanging from delicate wrists
But with full and tremulous breasts
Ahhh, they were heaven to kiss!
At the tops our of crosses
Plaques are affixed with our crimes
Our names not worth posting
Just “Sexual Pervert” on mine
Tree stares up at his work
As we three girls writhe in the air
Every part of us exposed
No bit of dignity spared
But quickly turning Tree leaves
His job here is through
Time to get back to his porch
To his Seagram’s, and a snooze!!!
Joan, Bull and Gunner are left
To wait with us the day through
Then to report back to the boss
When we condemned cunts are dead
The crowd gathers near
To watch our writhing up close
The men sneer and curse
The women seem quiet, morose
Have we wasted our lives?
Just to be nailed to a cross
In pursuit of sexual freedom
It seems to be such a loss
But slowly and surely
A gathering crowd of young women
Stand before us on our crosses
At first hesitant, then more brazen
They raise their skirts high
To show their liberation
They’ve shaved their pubic hair
They are part of a rebellion!
Roxie 2015
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u really put effort on it 
