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The Rape And Pillage Of The Land Of Queen Tricia
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Tree finds the lost cornus. They are made of rough cast bronze and long enough that if the women would lower themselves allowing the cornu to penetrate their loins the point would impale as deep as their navels! But being the barbarian that tree is he doesn’t fix the cornus to the crosses right away. No, first he tosses them on the ground in front of each woman’s cross for a few hours so the women can contemplate what will soon be their new dilemma and to let the sun heat the metal horns!
That damn thing looks evil and huge even from up here on the cross! I look over at Queen Tricia and ask “Do you really want that thing? I’ve never heard of cornu but is that what you expected?”
“Well… um… it’s bigger than I expected” she replies.
“No shit! Those damn things are going to ream us out” Siss cries. “I swear you are such a dumb bitch, Tricia.”
“Shut up, Siss! What in the name of Hades difference does it make? We are going to die here anyway!” I demand.
-Barbara
Barbara has a point (no pun intended) but Tree’s cornus (now available at Nailus Martyrs) are horrible devises. The vile horn will certainly painful to take in either of the loin’s orifices and cause harm inside their bodies, worse it the shape of the base. While the cornus may cause damages that will shorten their ordeal on the crosses they come with a cost! First is the psychological aversion to surrendering to allow the pointed rough brass to penetrate their private parts. Then there is the top of the horizontal post that has been honed to sharp wedge impossible to rest upon.
Then there is the spiked point that refuses to allow the women to rest against it. They will try for hours but their arms and broken feet will give in sometime.
Meanwhile against the will of her caretakers Princess Trish, the queen’s illegitimate love-child sired by…
…looks from the surrounding woods.
“Mother what have they done to you?”
“I told you it was better not to see this” she is told as she brought back to the hidden sanctuary.
“We are not strong enough to save her, Princess Trish.”
“I will be strong enough to avenge my mother” she says.
It would be wrong to doubt her…
Tree
That damn thing looks evil and huge even from up here on the cross! I look over at Queen Tricia and ask “Do you really want that thing? I’ve never heard of cornu but is that what you expected?”
“Well… um… it’s bigger than I expected” she replies.
“No shit! Those damn things are going to ream us out” Siss cries. “I swear you are such a dumb bitch, Tricia.”
“Shut up, Siss! What in the name of Hades difference does it make? We are going to die here anyway!” I demand.
-Barbara
Barbara has a point (no pun intended) but Tree’s cornus (now available at Nailus Martyrs) are horrible devises. The vile horn will certainly painful to take in either of the loin’s orifices and cause harm inside their bodies, worse it the shape of the base. While the cornus may cause damages that will shorten their ordeal on the crosses they come with a cost! First is the psychological aversion to surrendering to allow the pointed rough brass to penetrate their private parts. Then there is the top of the horizontal post that has been honed to sharp wedge impossible to rest upon.
Then there is the spiked point that refuses to allow the women to rest against it. They will try for hours but their arms and broken feet will give in sometime.
Meanwhile against the will of her caretakers Princess Trish, the queen’s illegitimate love-child sired by…
…looks from the surrounding woods.
“Mother what have they done to you?”
“I told you it was better not to see this” she is told as she brought back to the hidden sanctuary.
“We are not strong enough to save her, Princess Trish.”
“I will be strong enough to avenge my mother” she says.
It would be wrong to doubt her…
Tree
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goodnight and good morning, my friends around the world...
Tree
Tree
Tricia
Governor
Oh Tree will ultimately meet his fate.
Tricia
Governor
Tricia
Governor
Barb, that one doesn't look fun at all!!! It definitely doesn't vibrate.View attachment 426890 Just looking at that thing has caused me to go al tumescent and break out in a cold sweat.
View attachment 426891 Are screws included, or are they extra?
View attachment 426892 Yikes!!! That long???
Barb, that one doesn't look fun at all!!! It definitely doesn't vibrate.
That model costs extra
Tricia
Governor
I'll pay!!!That model costs extra
you can choose screws or spikes... and yes it is that long...View attachment 426890 Just looking at that thing has caused me to go al tumescent and break out in a cold sweat.
View attachment 426891 Are screws included, or are they extra?
View attachment 426892 Yikes!!! That long???
Barb, that one doesn't look fun at all!!! It definitely doesn't vibrate.
Of course there are options with the 2016 models including vibrator, electric shock, and even water or enema injection!!!That model costs extra
Mix and match to your- or your master's or Mistress'- delight!
Tricia
Governor
Tree make it a little fun for us!!! After all, we are nailed to wood.
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
It will never happen, mighty oaks cannot be toppled
Tricia
Governor
They can always be toppled!!!It will never happen, mighty oaks cannot be toppled
no, we do the vibrating - even looking at it!Barb, that one doesn't look fun at all!!! It definitely doesn't vibrate.
It will never happen, mighty oaks cannot be toppled
The Oak and the Reeds
A Giant Oak stood near a brook in which grew some slender Reeds. When the wind blew, the great Oak stood proudly upright with its hundred arms uplifted to the sky. But the Reeds bowed low in the wind and sang a sad and mournful song.
"You have reason to complain," said the Oak. "The slightest breeze that ruffles the surface of the water makes you bow your heads, while I, the mighty Oak, stand upright and firm before the howling tempest."
"Do not worry about us," replied the Reeds. "The winds do not harm us. We bow before them and so we do not break. You, in all your pride and strength, have so far resisted their blows. But the end is coming."
As the Reeds spoke a great hurricane rushed out of the north. The Oak stood proudly and fought against the storm, while the yielding Reeds bowed low. The wind redoubled in fury, and all at once the great tree fell, torn up by the roots, and lay among the pitying Reeds.
Better to yield when it is folly to resist, than to resist stubbornly and be destroyed.
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I get knocked down
I get up again
You're never going keep me down!
'drinking the night away...'
I get up again
You're never going keep me down!
'drinking the night away...'
Tree
Tricia
Governor
Keep drinking all day and you'll fall down on your own and we'll escape!!!