Dunno... I'll go back and check your story.
Time for an ice cream, maybe?
Gelato?
Dunno... I'll go back and check your story.
Time for an ice cream, maybe?
Nobody cares about the Roman, I assure you.Good job on the body language and facial, and I like the Roman just off scene
All these dratted Italian words...Gelato?
All these dratted Italian words...
That important looking chap seems to have ordered one for you, anyway.
He's ordered you something delicious called a 'scourging'.
Sounds more hot and spicy than normal gelato though.He's ordered you something delicious called a 'scourging'.
Sounds more hot and spicy than normal gelato though.
A short relief I am certain!Whew! That is a load off! Now what?
Great manip.
A short relief I am certain!
Professional experience...What? Are you reading ahead again?
Sand clings to your sweat-streaked body, Barb, as you are led naked around the arena, the rough wood pressing on your bare shoulders, your breasts swaying eratically as you stagger under the weight, your nipples - well, we know what happens there don't we
The crowd rises, eager to see you laid out on the wood, eager to see your straining body lifted high, all dignity stripped away, your conflicting pleasure and pain proclaimed loudly to all the world.
It is not Tree... He doesn't work out much...
It is not Tree... He doesn't work out much...
I recognise the whipping-post, I've been in close and intimate contact with many of its relations!
Correct! I knew Bob would know!One of Jedakk's from 'The Serpent's Eye'.
He probably has a name in the story, but I do not recall it without re-reading.
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Great manip, Wragg - you are mastering the art now.
The thing is, their guv'nor retired, leaving three perfectly competent crucifixion experts unemployed. And now, having got his hands on the elusive and troublesome Barbaria, Wraggius doesn't want any cock ups, so he hired them on the double!
And, as my cross was being assembled, I would be subjected to a brutal scourging … the crowd rising once again to its feet to call out the number of the strokes as they were meted out … one after another, all up and down by bare back … 1 … 2 … 3 …. 4 … 5 … applauding enthusiastically as first blood was drawn … 6 …. 7 … 8 … laughing at my antics as I twisted and turned under the lash, slamming my bare breasts against the rough blood-stained post, and crying for mercy … 9 … 10 … 11 … 12 … and on to a total of 20.
You are barbaric as always... May I buy your next drink?
You are barbaric as always... May I buy your next drink?