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“Why don’t you get back into your dress before we have you whipped,” suggested Harsh Martinet as he led me to the waiting whipping post. “But leave the top half down, please.”

“Why would I want to do that? What difference does it make?”

“Well, because in my opinion it’s so much more erotic to see a topless girl whipped than a naked one,” he replied.

“And what if I refuse?”

“We’ll double the number of lashes.”

“Oh ...”

So I retrieved my green sweater dress, hastily stepped into it and hitched it up so that it hung from my hips.

“Satisfied?”

“Oh yes, arms over head now please so we can secure you to the post.”

As they were binding me in place, facing the post, my ears were assaulted by the wild screams and moans coming from Kathy as she thrashed and bucked over the caning bench. Unlucky at dice, she had rolled two sixes, a five and a three ... twenty strokes in all, so many the guys had to line up to administer them so as not to tire aging arm muscles.

And, in the meantime, Rias was announcing the third winner ... well almost, that is ... for, encouraged by RacingRodent, she had decided to play it catty and toss out a hint rather than reading the name on the card.

But, even as the braided business-end of a whip slammed into my bared back for the first time, driving me into the post ... a long gasp escaping my mouth ... and my mind focused elsewhere ... it wasn’t hard to identify the third winner.

For, from somewhere deep in the room there was a veritable explosion of rapid-fire, highly excitable French ... the words I could not follow ... but the identity of the speaker was obvious enough, both to me and to the assembled throng ...
Messaline!
 
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Amidst the fun, I take the opportunity to make my way through the pub's beer list. Having myself adviced by the local residents what to taste next!:Saeufer:

There is a sort of lottery going on, drawing the names of six 'lucky ones', who will enjoy to be crucified to one of the six crosses.

The lottery, is under the trustworthy supervision of our squirrel gang, Rias and RR!

So trustworthy that the drawing of names perfectly matches predictability for 100%.:coti:

Barb was the first name drawn. As a warming up, she already got a caning on her tight little! Now she will be brought to the whipping post!:spank:

But hey!? She is redressing again? Intolerable! I demand them all naked at the whipping post! What will be next? Crucified in a pantsuit and a trenchcoat?:loco::cursing2:
 
Amidst the fun, I take the opportunity to make my way through the pub's beer list. Having myself adviced by the local residents what to taste next!:Saeufer:

There is a sort of lottery going on, drawing the names of six 'lucky ones', who will enjoy to be crucified to one of the six crosses.

The lottery, is under the trustworthy supervision of our squirrel gang, Rias and RR!

So trustworthy that the drawing of names perfectly matches predictability for 100%.:coti:

Barb was the first name drawn. As a warming up, she already got a caning on her tight little! Now she will be brought to the whipping post!:spank:

But hey!? She is redressing again? Intolerable! I demand them all naked at the whipping post! What will be next? Crucified in a pantsuit and a trenchcoat?:loco::cursing2:

Giggle snort! Better go get yourself another beer, Lox! :rolleyes:
 
On the left, Judith and Messa are selecting the Lotery'menu (whipping or/and crucifixion) : no doubt that Messa will choose all of it ! :oops::rolleyes:

On the right , Siss is just arriving ... elegant as usual ... ;)
 

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I leave the artists as they begin to bicker endlessly about nail placement. I set up my own table, just in front of the whipping post. There I lay out my tools; curling irons, hair ties, headbands, claw clips, hair sticks , and any other toy I thought to get.

Underneath the layer of innocent hair toys, are to much less innocent toys, and as my little salon gets set up, so does my cornucopia of sex toys and instruments of torture.

I place the sign “hair and nails” in front of my table, as I wait for my first guest.
 
On the left, Judith and Messa are selecting the Lotery'menu (whipping or/and crucifixion) : no doubt that Messa will choose all of it ! :oops::rolleyes:

On the right , Siss is just arriving ... elegant as usual ... ;)

Love that manip, Messa! Very clever ❤️


I leave the artists as they begin to bicker endlessly about nail placement. I set up my own table, just in front of the whipping post. There I lay out my tools; curling irons, hair ties, headbands, claw clips, hair sticks , and any other toy I thought to get.

Underneath the layer of innocent hair toys, are to much less innocent toys, and as my little salon gets set up, so does my cornucopia of sex toys and instruments of torture.

I place the sign “hair and nails” in front of my table, as I wait for my first guest.

And MP is being inventively clever, as well.;)

The CF party is getting better and better as the night wears on.


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oho time to continue lottery kittie neko Rias immerse paw into goldfish bowl and take roll piece of paper to paw, ciiiiiiiiii dont yell squirrel rodent someone already not smart sister with blonde hairs and from french who like green color already told secret up who is next lottery winner but some not smart animals do not guess so me give hint: is small, have blond fur, like orange color, hey what are u doing squirrel in red lion bar u not read sign on door: giphy571.jpg hallo!!!!! secuirty !!! meow!!!!!!! hey leave this cake squirrel groarlllllll !!!!! :nono: :oops: :cat: :conejo::mouse:
 
I place the sign “hair and nails” in front of my table, as I wait for my first guest.
Oh hi there Emily!
I do really have to thank you for some of the inspirations you've been giving me lately.
Like (turns around) ....
... hair sticks ...
... pretty much everyone has been thinking I've just done up my hair with something that's similar to those Japanese hair sticks.
They are actually carpenter's nails with galvanic silver-plating.
I picked that idea up from you.
They look great, they actually work, and they're unique, no one else has them,
the perfect statement jewelry for a person of my character!
 
oho naughty squirrel like kitsunes becuse they have many tails naughty kitsunes lover squirrel betrayer meow scratch scratch groarlllllll meow nya!!!!! :oops: :cat: :machinegun: :cbiggrin2:
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Nine tails beats one, Rias. Has Yupar arrived yet?

There's such a crowd here now I fear I won't be able to see the action. Hang on, Barb is putting some of her clothes back on! Who's idea was that?

Emily is here now, and that must be Sis, self labelled. So, which side is Emily participating on? Victim or perpetrator :)
 
Did anyone notice the two vendors,both Russian-speaking...with their tables brimming with piles of home-made Crucifixion,( etc...) DVD's ??
Alex Bald and ImageMaker,I guess they're called....
Both employing gorgeous young ladies to entice us to "Come,have a look...Is good,da !!"
Who could refuse ??
You couldn't MISS the enormous,blown up pictures of their most popular (naked) models,such as Alice,etc.

Both trying to out-bid each other,with their fine wares,desperate shouts of Russian/English as they cajole us Crux-enthusiasts to purchase their vast back catalogues and new releases.
The whiff of cheap Vodka lingers heavy in the air.
Their powers of persuasion know no bounds,as we part with our hard earned dosh,(via credit card) and clasp our discreetly wrapped grubby porn videos to our bosoms....almost feeling guilty.


"Spasibo,Tovarisch...Enjoy,Da,enjoy !!"
They remark,taunting each other with good natured gusto.
Pretty soon their tables would be stripped bare.
(a bit like the "unwilling" crucifixion volunteers, whose names were drawn out of the hat,by Rias & R.R...)
Of course there was a third vendor,an American,by the name of Margot,selling her Red Feline works ably assisted enthusiastically by Amy Hesketh and Jan Jac.... more money and DVD's exchanged hands.
 
I did my very best to maintain control and preserve what little dignity I had left as my CF friends took turns laying thirteen stinging lashes across my bare back. I wasn’t sure who all tried their hand at my flogging as throughout the ordeal I studiously kept my forehead pressed against the whipping post and my eyes either closed or staring straight ahead ... and limited my reactions to the bite of the lash as best I could to gasps and moans. But I could tell by the chatter and congratulations passed around that my floggers seemed to have been politely taking turns and had seriously enjoyed their work.

By the time they had finished and were taking me down, Kathy was there waiting to take my place, and Messaline was being led naked to the caning bench, loudly proclaiming that she’d rather be tortured with needles applied to her breasts and nipples..

Meanwhile, Racing Rodent and Rias had drawn another name. LittleSiss was next.

As I was led from the whipping post over to the forbidding looking line of empty, waiting crosses, I couldn’t help but notice the cluster of artists off to one side ... Settantuno, Montycrusto, Jimsac, Art and Montycrusto too ... all busily sketching and recording the scene as they saw it. And MP5stab had set up shop nearby and was doing quite a lively business.

“Take off that dress and wait here,” said TheHangingTree as I approached the last cross on the right, letting me know he was in charge of the crosses on that end.

“Okay” I breathed meekly, not wishing to make a scene, which was ... come to think of it ... unusual behavior for me,

“A few finishing touches, and your cross will be ready,” he calmly assured me.

So I shed my dress for the second time and sat naked on the stage floor in front of my designated cross, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around my knees.

“You won’t be using nails, right?” I asked, the thought having suddenly occurred to me.

“We’ll see,” he replied, taking a long thoughtful drag on his cigarette.

“Better, drink this, Barb,” interjected Loxoru, appearing suddenly out of nowhere and extending a wine glass in his hand.”

“I’ve already had four,” I replied, shaking my head. “Two, as everyone here well knows, is usually my limit.”

“Perhaps, but we expect that once we’ve got you crucified you’re to regale the room by putting on a good show, so drink up. Everyone expects it!”

“No,” interjected Tree, brushing the proffered glass aside with his hand. “If it’s a show that we want out of Barb on the cross, I think she should take this instead.”

“What’s that?” I said doubtfully.

“Joan Tree’s horny potion,” he replied with a wink.

“Ummmmm ... maybe not.”

“Actually, Barb ... you’re in no position to refuse”.
 
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