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Cruxton Abbey
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Do you think a hard working chronicler might get an invite?
Not likely, this is Cruxton Abbey we're talking about
More likely to catch a thrashing from Mrs Evans for my impertinence
RacingRodent
Consul
Do you think a hard working chronicler might get an invite?
Well I hear tell that Chronicler has been remiss of his chronicle of late...too many racy novels like that Silver River thingy
Of course should he return to the newspaper business then as a diligent member of the House of Lords it would behove the Earl to invite one of the Nation's opinion formers now would it not?
Well I hear tell that Chronicler has been remiss of his chronicle of late...too many racy novels like that Silver River thingy
Of course should he return to the newspaper business then as a diligent member of the House of Lords it would behove the Earl to invite one of the Nation's opinion formers now would it not?
That's a deal
Not that opinion forming did Barb & Siss much good in Bazaar
RacingRodent
Consul
That's a deal
Not that opinion forming did Barb & Siss much good in Bazaar
Which is why you need to hobnob with the votes dear boy, I'll invite some of the old sticks from 1922 Committee, between you and me I can't stand most of em but they do have influence
Decent of you! Thanks!Which is why you need to hobnob with the votes dear boy, I'll invite some of the old sticks from 1922 Committee, between you and me I can't stand most of em but they do have influence
Except it's still 1912
Ho Hum....ten years to wait for my crumpets
RacingRodent
Consul
Decent of you! Thanks!
Except it's still 1912
Ho Hum....ten years to wait for my crumpets
Hum I thought we decided on 1925 for cars and Kleenex reasons?
They lay for a while, entwined, enjoying the late afternoon sun. Barb lay with her head on Siss’ shoulder, and Siss stroked her hair. Barb absent-mindedly stroked Siss’ fanny.
Siss stretched, which Barb greatly appreciated. “It’s no good, Barb, we’ve gotta get outa here. We’ll be late for dinner.”
“Oh, who cares about dinner, let’s do it again, Siss!”
“Actually, I think a bed would be more comfortable. You know, I’m rather prone to sleepwalking towards sexy women! Who knows, I might sleepwalk into your bedroom tonight?”
“Ooh, lovely, yes please! I’ll leave the door unlocked!”
Reluctantly, they dressed. “We can go the back way to the house,” offered Barb.
They climbed onto their horses, and set off. After about a mile they saw the Rolls parked outside a wood.
“Hunting, I guess,” said Barbara.
“I haven’t heard any guns – what is that place?”
“That’s High Cross wood. It’s a spooky place, I never go there, even though it’s part of the estate.”
“Well, someone’s gone there now.”
The Rolls was parked next to a gate. Next to the gate was a notice ‘HIGH CROSS WOOD. STRICTLY PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESSPASSERS ARE LIABLE TO BE SHOT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!’
“Nice and friendly!” noted Siss, “Look, your footman’s there!”
Sure enough, James was leaning on the gate, smoking. He saw Barb, and leaped to attention, grinding out his fag as he did so. “My Lady! Mrs Cruz!” He bowed.
“What’s going on, Bull?” asked Barb.
“His Lordship and his guests have gone…hunting, milady. He gave strict instructions not to be disturbed!”
“Even by me?”
“Especially by you, milady. His Lordship would be beside himself if you were to be stot accidentally!”
Siss craned her neck, trying to see into the wood. “I haven’t heard any guns!”
“Well, you see, ma’am, they only shoot if they see something to shoot at!”
There was an uneasy silence. Birds were singing, and a squirrel grumbled at them from a nearby tree.
“Where’s the chauffeur, then, Bull?”
“He’s gone with them, milady.” Bull looked uncomfortable. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, by any means, and he was having difficulty coming up with good answers to their questions.
Eventually, a thought managed to struggle across the deserts of his mind, and he said “Shouldn’t you be getting back, milady? You might be late for dinner?”
“Shush!” ordered Siss. “Listen?”
“I can only hear that bloody squirrel!” said Barb.
Siss lobbed a stone at it, and it departed in disgust.
“Somebody is moaning!” Barb was shocked. “It’s a woman!”
“I know that voice! It’s Princess Yupar! Come on! Quick! She’s in trouble!”
Siss rode Caspar towards the gate, and he vaulted it effortlessly. Barb followed, leaving James Bull calling “Milady! Wait! No!”
Siss galloped along the track through the woods, with Barb in hot pursuit. Then Caspar reared up as she hauled back on the reins in horror.
There, in a clearing in High Cross wood, was a high cross.
And on the high cross, nude, was Yupar.
Siss stretched, which Barb greatly appreciated. “It’s no good, Barb, we’ve gotta get outa here. We’ll be late for dinner.”
“Oh, who cares about dinner, let’s do it again, Siss!”
“Actually, I think a bed would be more comfortable. You know, I’m rather prone to sleepwalking towards sexy women! Who knows, I might sleepwalk into your bedroom tonight?”
“Ooh, lovely, yes please! I’ll leave the door unlocked!”
Reluctantly, they dressed. “We can go the back way to the house,” offered Barb.
They climbed onto their horses, and set off. After about a mile they saw the Rolls parked outside a wood.
“Hunting, I guess,” said Barbara.
“I haven’t heard any guns – what is that place?”
“That’s High Cross wood. It’s a spooky place, I never go there, even though it’s part of the estate.”
“Well, someone’s gone there now.”
The Rolls was parked next to a gate. Next to the gate was a notice ‘HIGH CROSS WOOD. STRICTLY PRIVATE PROPERTY. TRESSPASSERS ARE LIABLE TO BE SHOT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!’
“Nice and friendly!” noted Siss, “Look, your footman’s there!”
Sure enough, James was leaning on the gate, smoking. He saw Barb, and leaped to attention, grinding out his fag as he did so. “My Lady! Mrs Cruz!” He bowed.
“What’s going on, Bull?” asked Barb.
“His Lordship and his guests have gone…hunting, milady. He gave strict instructions not to be disturbed!”
“Even by me?”
“Especially by you, milady. His Lordship would be beside himself if you were to be stot accidentally!”
Siss craned her neck, trying to see into the wood. “I haven’t heard any guns!”
“Well, you see, ma’am, they only shoot if they see something to shoot at!”
There was an uneasy silence. Birds were singing, and a squirrel grumbled at them from a nearby tree.
“Where’s the chauffeur, then, Bull?”
“He’s gone with them, milady.” Bull looked uncomfortable. He wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, by any means, and he was having difficulty coming up with good answers to their questions.
Eventually, a thought managed to struggle across the deserts of his mind, and he said “Shouldn’t you be getting back, milady? You might be late for dinner?”
“Shush!” ordered Siss. “Listen?”
“I can only hear that bloody squirrel!” said Barb.
Siss lobbed a stone at it, and it departed in disgust.
“Somebody is moaning!” Barb was shocked. “It’s a woman!”
“I know that voice! It’s Princess Yupar! Come on! Quick! She’s in trouble!”
Siss rode Caspar towards the gate, and he vaulted it effortlessly. Barb followed, leaving James Bull calling “Milady! Wait! No!”
Siss galloped along the track through the woods, with Barb in hot pursuit. Then Caspar reared up as she hauled back on the reins in horror.
There, in a clearing in High Cross wood, was a high cross.
And on the high cross, nude, was Yupar.
LittleSiss
Sorceress
Those thighs ... and her sweet adorable face ... I can not believe this!!!!!!!!!!
What happenstance has transpired?
Is this a sign or am I over-thinking all that has come before?
Siss looks me in the eye and says, "We need to return, forthwith, special one!"
did I get close?
What happenstance has transpired?
Is this a sign or am I over-thinking all that has come before?
Siss looks me in the eye and says, "We need to return, forthwith, special one!"
did I get close?
For a moment Barbara’s brain refused to make sense of the scene before her, it was so alien both to her experience and to her expectation. Up to today, her life had been an ordered round of meals, parties, visits, her every whim catered for by servants. Today, she had met and been seduced by one beautiful woman, and now she was confronted by another, stretched out and nailed to a large wooden cross.
Yupar was writhing and groaning. Four men were there with her, their backs towards the newcomers. One was invisible beneath the hood of a large camera, which he was aiming at the cross. The others were Tree, the chauffeur; Shevak, the prince; and, unbelievable though it was, her own father, the Earl of Rattington!
So focussed were they on the crucifixion scene that, despite their less than subtle arrival, the men had not noticed the arrival of Siss and Barb. Neither had Yupar, whose eyes were closed, as she struggled with the pain of her crucifixion.
Once again, Barb was astonished at the response of her body. Why, given the horror of this situation, was she soaking wet again?
The photographer called “Be still, just for a moment!” Yupar complied, freezing in mid-writhe, and there was a flash from the camera. The photographer called out “Thank you!” with an unmistakeable Brazilian accent, and Siss’ husband emerged into daylight.
Siss had dismounted. “Oh TC, you wicked man! You should have told me you were playing crux this afternoon! I’d have loved to be crucified with Yupar!” She pouted. “I’m sorry, I should have guessed what you’d be up to! Silly boy! If you’d told me I shouldn’t have come charging in here like the cavalry!”
She walked up to TC and gave him a big kiss. Her father and Shevak turned in astonishment, hastily adjusting their dress.
“Hi Siss!” called Yupar from above. “Are you going to join me? I’m sure Tree’s got another cross!”
Barbara shut her eyes, then opened them again. No, they were still here. She tried pinching herself. No, she definitely wasn’t dreaming. This madness was all too real.
“Would anybody please mind explaining just what the hell is going on?”
Her father noticed her for the first time. “Barbara! What in God’s name are you doing here? I’ll have Bull horsewhipped for this!!”
“Don’t blame Bull, we thought Yupar was in trouble, and came to help. Actually, I think it’s me that needs the explanation! What in God’s name are you doing to her?”
The Earl’s mouth opened and closed uselessly. Luckily for him, Siss came to his rescue.
“Oh, Barb, I’m so sorry! What a day you’re having! Jump down, Sweetie, and I’ll explain it to you.”
Barbara, numbed, climbed down from Trixie’s saddle.
“Your father, and Prince Shevak, and my husband belong to the Caroux club in London, along with quite a few others. On the face of it, it’s a club just like any other, except that it’s got hidden dungeons, with crosses and whips, and all sorts of fun things down there. But what we really like is crucifixion! Take out the ‘a’ and the ‘o’ and what have you got?”
“Crux,” said Barb, weakly. “So…are those nails real?”
Siss walked over to Yupar’s cross and took hold of one of the nails in Yupar’s foot. It came off with a pop, blood and all. “Comes from a little boutique that Mr Tree runs down there, “ she explained, “called ‘Nailus Martyrs.’”
“But…but….how…”
“Come on, Tree, let’s show her!”
Barb hadn’t noticed, but there was indeed another cross on the ground. Another two, in fact! Siss, without so much as a blush, stripped nude. None of the men, including the Earl, overreacted. While they were delighted to see her, it was obvious that they were completely used to seeing Siss with nothing on.
“See this peg, that’s called a ‘sedile’. That takes all your weight, on your crotch. It’s not very comfortable, but it’s very arousing!
She arranged herself on the cross.
“Then Tree puts nails in between your fingers, so you can keep your hands in the right place.”
Tree pulled her arm out onto the cross, and beat a nail into place, though his body obscured the view of the actual nailing. Siss made a good job of screaming in agony, then said. “You know, he’s done that a hundred times, and never so much as bruised my hand!”
When he stood back, there was a very angry nail through her wrist, around which blood appeared to be congealing, and a much smaller nail, just visible, between her middle and fourth fingers.
Barb thought she was going to faint. Embarrassment, fear, arousal, excitement and shock all fought for supremacy in her mind, as she watched Tree complete Siss’ ‘crucifixion’.
“Then they just have to be a bit careful when they raise the cross, if they are too ham-fisted I’d fall off!”
Shevak and Tree were indeed careful as they raised the cross, then lowered it into a socket in the ground.
Barb thought she looked lovely. TC disappeared behind his camera and began exposing more plates, as the two of them twisted and groaned on their crosses. If Barb had been alone she’d have had her hand down her knickers, but not with all these men around, one of whom was her father.
“Spare cross there, Barb, if you’re interested?” called Siss.
Lady Barbara burst into tears, leaped up onto Trixie’s saddle, and didn’t stop galloping until she was safely back at the Abbey. She raced past Melissa and Erin on the stairs, who gazed after her in astonishment as she sped up to her room. She locked the door, stripped, and lay on her bed.
It took only moments of remembering Siss on her cross before she’d brought herself to her second soul-shaking climax of the day.
Yupar was writhing and groaning. Four men were there with her, their backs towards the newcomers. One was invisible beneath the hood of a large camera, which he was aiming at the cross. The others were Tree, the chauffeur; Shevak, the prince; and, unbelievable though it was, her own father, the Earl of Rattington!
So focussed were they on the crucifixion scene that, despite their less than subtle arrival, the men had not noticed the arrival of Siss and Barb. Neither had Yupar, whose eyes were closed, as she struggled with the pain of her crucifixion.
Once again, Barb was astonished at the response of her body. Why, given the horror of this situation, was she soaking wet again?
The photographer called “Be still, just for a moment!” Yupar complied, freezing in mid-writhe, and there was a flash from the camera. The photographer called out “Thank you!” with an unmistakeable Brazilian accent, and Siss’ husband emerged into daylight.
Siss had dismounted. “Oh TC, you wicked man! You should have told me you were playing crux this afternoon! I’d have loved to be crucified with Yupar!” She pouted. “I’m sorry, I should have guessed what you’d be up to! Silly boy! If you’d told me I shouldn’t have come charging in here like the cavalry!”
She walked up to TC and gave him a big kiss. Her father and Shevak turned in astonishment, hastily adjusting their dress.
“Hi Siss!” called Yupar from above. “Are you going to join me? I’m sure Tree’s got another cross!”
Barbara shut her eyes, then opened them again. No, they were still here. She tried pinching herself. No, she definitely wasn’t dreaming. This madness was all too real.
“Would anybody please mind explaining just what the hell is going on?”
Her father noticed her for the first time. “Barbara! What in God’s name are you doing here? I’ll have Bull horsewhipped for this!!”
“Don’t blame Bull, we thought Yupar was in trouble, and came to help. Actually, I think it’s me that needs the explanation! What in God’s name are you doing to her?”
The Earl’s mouth opened and closed uselessly. Luckily for him, Siss came to his rescue.
“Oh, Barb, I’m so sorry! What a day you’re having! Jump down, Sweetie, and I’ll explain it to you.”
Barbara, numbed, climbed down from Trixie’s saddle.
“Your father, and Prince Shevak, and my husband belong to the Caroux club in London, along with quite a few others. On the face of it, it’s a club just like any other, except that it’s got hidden dungeons, with crosses and whips, and all sorts of fun things down there. But what we really like is crucifixion! Take out the ‘a’ and the ‘o’ and what have you got?”
“Crux,” said Barb, weakly. “So…are those nails real?”
Siss walked over to Yupar’s cross and took hold of one of the nails in Yupar’s foot. It came off with a pop, blood and all. “Comes from a little boutique that Mr Tree runs down there, “ she explained, “called ‘Nailus Martyrs.’”
“But…but….how…”
“Come on, Tree, let’s show her!”
Barb hadn’t noticed, but there was indeed another cross on the ground. Another two, in fact! Siss, without so much as a blush, stripped nude. None of the men, including the Earl, overreacted. While they were delighted to see her, it was obvious that they were completely used to seeing Siss with nothing on.
“See this peg, that’s called a ‘sedile’. That takes all your weight, on your crotch. It’s not very comfortable, but it’s very arousing!
She arranged herself on the cross.
“Then Tree puts nails in between your fingers, so you can keep your hands in the right place.”
Tree pulled her arm out onto the cross, and beat a nail into place, though his body obscured the view of the actual nailing. Siss made a good job of screaming in agony, then said. “You know, he’s done that a hundred times, and never so much as bruised my hand!”
When he stood back, there was a very angry nail through her wrist, around which blood appeared to be congealing, and a much smaller nail, just visible, between her middle and fourth fingers.
Barb thought she was going to faint. Embarrassment, fear, arousal, excitement and shock all fought for supremacy in her mind, as she watched Tree complete Siss’ ‘crucifixion’.
“Then they just have to be a bit careful when they raise the cross, if they are too ham-fisted I’d fall off!”
Shevak and Tree were indeed careful as they raised the cross, then lowered it into a socket in the ground.
Barb thought she looked lovely. TC disappeared behind his camera and began exposing more plates, as the two of them twisted and groaned on their crosses. If Barb had been alone she’d have had her hand down her knickers, but not with all these men around, one of whom was her father.
“Spare cross there, Barb, if you’re interested?” called Siss.
Lady Barbara burst into tears, leaped up onto Trixie’s saddle, and didn’t stop galloping until she was safely back at the Abbey. She raced past Melissa and Erin on the stairs, who gazed after her in astonishment as she sped up to her room. She locked the door, stripped, and lay on her bed.
It took only moments of remembering Siss on her cross before she’d brought herself to her second soul-shaking climax of the day.
RacingRodent
Consul
This was great, so many twists and all of then new, I really admire the comic talent on display. Quite superb.
Wow once again Wragg.....I do declare....I am such an innocent here....now that I have gone off to my chamber and fingered myself.....can I please go back out there and try out that cross?
I think that is the first time ever that I've been able to stretch my imagination as far as suggesting that Barb might resist an invitation to stretch out on a cross, or indeed to turn her back on a crucifixion and gallop hell for leather back to a stately home!
I do realise that there are cries of 'Come off it, Wragg, this is Barb we're talking about!
But stay with me....Siss can be a very determined lady, a woman that gets what she wants....
I think that is the first time ever that I've been able to stretch my imagination as far as suggesting that Barb might resist an invitation to stretch out on a cross, or indeed to turn her back on a crucifixion and gallop hell for leather back to a stately home!
I do realise that there are cries of 'Come off it, Wragg, this is Barb we're talking about!
But stay with me....Siss can be a very determined lady, a woman that gets what she wants....
Oh, don't I know it?
See the Nailus Martyrs catalog...
Tree
Tree
And Barb modelling it for you!
Not guilty this time....blow up the photo and read the cunt tag.
And Barb modelling it for you!
Dorothy - enlarge the pic and look at her tag! 