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Dorothy Gets Nailed
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Cornu. That`s what it`s called, now that bit i do like about a crucifixion death
shame you did`nt make a bigger one for me to writhe on
A much neglected element of outdoor crux, the breeze. Very welcome on a hot and sweaty day, a very intimate sensation.
Maybe not so good in a cold northern climate! Leeds, I'm looking at you here!
No effect on Phlebas. Nope, none at all. Just another naked, crucified woman. Just another beautiful woman writhing on a cross, her pussy sliding up and down a thick cornu. Her juices flowing, her body undulating, face contorted in a mixture of agony and heaven.
What effect could this possibly have on the watching Phlebas?
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
That has to be done in a warmer climate Phlebas, and it certainly would be
frowned on in Roundhay Park, Leeds Corporation would never allow anything
like that, this is England ,we are still trying to come to terms with sexual intercourse.
frowned on in Roundhay Park, Leeds Corporation would never allow anything
like that, this is England ,we are still trying to come to terms with sexual intercourse.
I'm not so sure -
this is the first thing anyone sees
when they come out of the train station in Leeds:
I'm not so sure -
this is the first thing anyone sees
when they come out of the train station in Leeds:
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God's teeth, I didn't realise they'd raised a statue to Dorothy Brown
A much neglected element of outdoor crux, the breeze. Very welcome on a hot and sweaty day, a very intimate sensation.
Maybe not so good in a cold northern climate! Leeds, I'm looking at you here!
No effect on Phlebas. Nope, none at all. Just another naked, crucified woman. Just another beautiful woman writhing on a cross, her pussy sliding up and down a thick cornu. Her juices flowing, her body undulating, face contorted in a mixture of agony and heaven.
What effect could this possibly have on the watching Phlebas?
Indeed, Phlebas....I've just been pasting these up for Dorothy, bit of a chore, uploading pictures of a crucified goddess, but someone has to do it!
The effect of all this on Melissa had taken even her by surprise!
She'd started off loathing Dorothy's guts, taking enormous delight in her suffering.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned:
But, standing there watching Dorothy squirming and writhing, different thoughts came into her mind
'My God!' she thought, 'she's had an orgasm up there! Oh, that looks so exciting, I am wet, wet, wet!
She began to daydream, 'What if I was condemned to hang beside her?'
'What if I was stripped nude, and nailed up there next to her, with a cornu up my fanny?'
'I wonder what Dorothy would say or think?'
'I bet she'd love the company!'
She'd started off loathing Dorothy's guts, taking enormous delight in her suffering.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned:
But, standing there watching Dorothy squirming and writhing, different thoughts came into her mind
'My God!' she thought, 'she's had an orgasm up there! Oh, that looks so exciting, I am wet, wet, wet!
She began to daydream, 'What if I was condemned to hang beside her?'
'What if I was stripped nude, and nailed up there next to her, with a cornu up my fanny?'
'I wonder what Dorothy would say or think?'
'I bet she'd love the company!'
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
I'm not so sure -
this is the first thing anyone sees
when they come out of the train station in Leeds:
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It Used To Be The Black Prince, have they got rid of him
i never notice anything because i`m hurrying up Briggate
To Harvey Nicks.
You two put a new spin on a story...
enjoyed this much...
Tree
enjoyed this much...
Tree
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Melissa was brought back to reality as Dorothy lifted herself off the cornu again, and fell with a blood curdling scream back onto her outstretched arms.
As the light faded, she returned home to her bed, to dream of Dorothy on her cross.
Night closed around Dorothy, as Wragg lit a brazier.
Wragg offered a sponge soaked in God-knows-what to Dorothy's lips
But Dorothy was parched, and in no position to ask for the wine list, so she sucked greedily. Wragg had shown her little kindness up to now, but it didn't occur to her to wonder why he was so keen to keep her alive till morning.
As the night wore on, exhaustion brought her periods of reduced consciousness that you could no way call sleep, more times of regret for what could have been. After several eternities the sun rose, and still there seemed no end to her ordeal.
She was dimly aware that Phlebas and Melissa had returned, she was bit in the slightest bit aware that Wragg had picked up a whip, until it cracked with stinging force across her breasts!
Dorothy screamed in pain and dismay, would that bastard Wragg never cease torturing her?
All she wanted, all she craved, was death, she pleaded with Wragg
Phlebas and Melissa were joined by a small audience as Dorothy bucked and screamed on her cross, as Wragg continied to lash at her.
When her breasts were bloodied and bleeding, he focussed lower:
Would her suffering never end?
As the light faded, she returned home to her bed, to dream of Dorothy on her cross.
Night closed around Dorothy, as Wragg lit a brazier.
Wragg offered a sponge soaked in God-knows-what to Dorothy's lips
But Dorothy was parched, and in no position to ask for the wine list, so she sucked greedily. Wragg had shown her little kindness up to now, but it didn't occur to her to wonder why he was so keen to keep her alive till morning.
As the night wore on, exhaustion brought her periods of reduced consciousness that you could no way call sleep, more times of regret for what could have been. After several eternities the sun rose, and still there seemed no end to her ordeal.
She was dimly aware that Phlebas and Melissa had returned, she was bit in the slightest bit aware that Wragg had picked up a whip, until it cracked with stinging force across her breasts!
Dorothy screamed in pain and dismay, would that bastard Wragg never cease torturing her?
All she wanted, all she craved, was death, she pleaded with Wragg
Phlebas and Melissa were joined by a small audience as Dorothy bucked and screamed on her cross, as Wragg continied to lash at her.
When her breasts were bloodied and bleeding, he focussed lower:
Would her suffering never end?
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The weather intervened to end Dorothy's torture, as a crack of thunder gave very short notice of a cloudburst.
It was as if Mother Nature herself wept at what was being done to Dorothy.
Those that could move scattered for shelter; Regulus was dead and past caring, so Dorothy hung out in the rain alone.
Although she knew she was near the end, the rain did revive her a little.
After the rainstorm, Melissa and Phlebas returned to stand beside Dorothy’s cross. Somehow, they just could not keep away.
They watched as she panted for the breath of life while enduring the relentless agony of the cross of death.
“She can’t last much longer,” remarked Melissa.
“No, you’re right. Less than an hour,” agreed Phlebas.
Suddenly there was the blaring of trumpets and the shout went up, “The King!”
“Oh, Gawd!” said Phlebas, “What the hell does he want?”
“Make way for His Majesty King Pilus I of Aestria! Make way for Primus Pilus!”
Phlebas knelt, and Melissa curtsied, as Pilus dismounted and strode over to them, without sparing a glance at the crosses. Regarding the crucified flotsam and jetsam of society was beneath a king's dignity.
“Your Majesty,” they intoned. Phlebas kissed the sovereign’s ring, as was the custom, then Pilus said, “rise, Lord Phlebas. I’m slightly disappointed that you choose to crucify people on St Eulalia’s Day!”
Phlebas’ eyes widened in shock. Focussed as he had been on Dorothy’s crucifixion, he’d completely forgotten that today was the national day for commemorating Eulalia, who’d given her life on a cross at Castle Tarant for the whole nation five years before, her courage releasing the country from the grip of the evil Lord Vulcan.
He rallied. “Actually, Sire, we crucified them yesterday, one’s dead and the other nearly so.”
“Fair enough.” Pilus was in no mood to pick a fight with one of his most powerful Lords. “I come about more cheerful business. My mother, Queen Barbaria, has convinced me that I should marry. During that nasty business on Mount Tarant I was most faithfully, er, served by one of the temple priestesses, whose name is ‘Dorothy.’ I come in search of her, to make her my bride and my queen, and they tell me that she is your guest. St Eulalia’s Day seems to me an auspicious day for me to ask for her hand in marriage. I am sure that Eulalia would have approved!” He smiled. Dorothy had relieved him of his virginity, and no other woman since then had even come close to her skill in bed. Pilus was very much looking forward to seeing her again.
Phlebas reeled. She really hadn’t been joking when she’d said she knew the king! What had he done? He stood in front of Pilus, with his mouth open, while his brain whirled to find words that would not come.
The awkward silence was broken by two words.
“Hello…..Pilus!”
Pilus spun around and finally looked at the woman on the cross. “Dorothy! Oh my God! What the…..”
She smiled weakly at him. “Goodbye…Pilus…..”
King Pilus watched, aghast, as Dorothy’s breathing slowed to a stop, and her head slumped forward, then she hung from her impaled wrists, motionless.
His Majesty turned back to Phlebas and Melissa.
The look in his eyes was one of ice-cold fury.
THE END
It was as if Mother Nature herself wept at what was being done to Dorothy.
Those that could move scattered for shelter; Regulus was dead and past caring, so Dorothy hung out in the rain alone.
Although she knew she was near the end, the rain did revive her a little.
After the rainstorm, Melissa and Phlebas returned to stand beside Dorothy’s cross. Somehow, they just could not keep away.
They watched as she panted for the breath of life while enduring the relentless agony of the cross of death.
“She can’t last much longer,” remarked Melissa.
“No, you’re right. Less than an hour,” agreed Phlebas.
Suddenly there was the blaring of trumpets and the shout went up, “The King!”
“Oh, Gawd!” said Phlebas, “What the hell does he want?”
“Make way for His Majesty King Pilus I of Aestria! Make way for Primus Pilus!”
Phlebas knelt, and Melissa curtsied, as Pilus dismounted and strode over to them, without sparing a glance at the crosses. Regarding the crucified flotsam and jetsam of society was beneath a king's dignity.
“Your Majesty,” they intoned. Phlebas kissed the sovereign’s ring, as was the custom, then Pilus said, “rise, Lord Phlebas. I’m slightly disappointed that you choose to crucify people on St Eulalia’s Day!”
Phlebas’ eyes widened in shock. Focussed as he had been on Dorothy’s crucifixion, he’d completely forgotten that today was the national day for commemorating Eulalia, who’d given her life on a cross at Castle Tarant for the whole nation five years before, her courage releasing the country from the grip of the evil Lord Vulcan.
He rallied. “Actually, Sire, we crucified them yesterday, one’s dead and the other nearly so.”
“Fair enough.” Pilus was in no mood to pick a fight with one of his most powerful Lords. “I come about more cheerful business. My mother, Queen Barbaria, has convinced me that I should marry. During that nasty business on Mount Tarant I was most faithfully, er, served by one of the temple priestesses, whose name is ‘Dorothy.’ I come in search of her, to make her my bride and my queen, and they tell me that she is your guest. St Eulalia’s Day seems to me an auspicious day for me to ask for her hand in marriage. I am sure that Eulalia would have approved!” He smiled. Dorothy had relieved him of his virginity, and no other woman since then had even come close to her skill in bed. Pilus was very much looking forward to seeing her again.
Phlebas reeled. She really hadn’t been joking when she’d said she knew the king! What had he done? He stood in front of Pilus, with his mouth open, while his brain whirled to find words that would not come.
The awkward silence was broken by two words.
“Hello…..Pilus!”
Pilus spun around and finally looked at the woman on the cross. “Dorothy! Oh my God! What the…..”
She smiled weakly at him. “Goodbye…Pilus…..”
King Pilus watched, aghast, as Dorothy’s breathing slowed to a stop, and her head slumped forward, then she hung from her impaled wrists, motionless.
His Majesty turned back to Phlebas and Melissa.
The look in his eyes was one of ice-cold fury.
THE END
...opps!!!
Does he save his bride??? Does Melissa and Phlebus have a problem???
What the hell do you mean- 'THE END'????
Tree
Does he save his bride??? Does Melissa and Phlebus have a problem???
What the hell do you mean- 'THE END'????
Tree
...opps!!!
Does he save his bride??? Does Melissa and Phlebus have a problem???
What the hell do you mean- 'THE END'????
Tree
1. Oh No
2. Oh Yes
Typical man, arrived too late
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
King Pilus hopes so. He still remembers Dorothy's visit to him as a young prince. Melissa has much to fear.yes, it's been great fun for us too -
I can't help thinking there'll be a sequel -
the Vengeance of King Pilus?
Melissa had better watch out!
PS it's a bit unnerving to read of oneself in the past subjunctive,
'Eulalia would have approved'!
But what a thought! Eulalia in the past subjunctive! A wicked a place as ever.
yes, it's been great fun for us too -
I can't help thinking there'll be a sequel -
the Vengeance of King Pilus?
Melissa had better watch out!
PS it's a bit unnerving to read of oneself in the past subjunctive,
'Eulalia would have approved'!
At least you have a national day named after you, Eul!
Street parties, marching bands, the consumption of large quantities of alcohol.
Shame you can't be there to join in the fun!