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Helena's Tale
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
“I must go to bed. What gave you up was the fire. At night it could not be seen but in the morning the smoke was easy to see from your father’s room. He came home early. I did not know he was home until the men had already been sent out. No one builds a fire in the meadow” Gloria explains as she walks away
Sometime later the chains are taken from my body. I am walked back the corridor and see the woman still walking in circles pushing a bar. I ask one of the men what she is doing.
“Her? Remember the baths you used to take? Someone has to pump the water.”
“What’s her name?” I ask. I don’t know if I care but any distraction is good.
I think he name is Eulalia, but don’t worry about her; you have your own problems” one of them say. The ropes are taken from my wrists, replaced with leather straps attached to chains. My arms are hoisted up and again the men grope my naked body.
I find it strange how repulsive their touch as compared to my friends. I am completely aware of my nudity… no, embarrassed by it… before these men when I so willing offered my body to my friends the day before. Once again I stand with wrists overhead. My shoulders are almost on fire with pain.
Just when I doubt things could get much worse a familiar voice says “I have a few questions for you, Helena.”
I groan and say “I am naked, father.”
“That is the least of your problems, Helena” he replies.
“I will ask you questions and you will answer me honestly. If you do so I will have you spared an inquisition. What are the names of your friends?”
“I know them only as ‘Passion’, ‘Lust’, and ‘Joy’.”
The whip lashes me. I shriek “That is all I know!”
“Did they ask you to them?”
“I don’t know what you… AAAHHH” I cry as I swear the whip may have torn my nipple off!
“Were you invited to join them?”
I try to remember when I first met Passion. “Come join us, Helena, I’m sorry we are late getting here.”
“Well don’t dally, we won’t hurt you but we won’t ask you to join us a second time.” I stammer “Yes, but…”
“That’s all I need to know” father says. He turns and leaves saying to the groundskeeper as he left “Give her twenty lashes…”
Tree
Sometime later the chains are taken from my body. I am walked back the corridor and see the woman still walking in circles pushing a bar. I ask one of the men what she is doing.
“Her? Remember the baths you used to take? Someone has to pump the water.”
“What’s her name?” I ask. I don’t know if I care but any distraction is good.
I think he name is Eulalia, but don’t worry about her; you have your own problems” one of them say. The ropes are taken from my wrists, replaced with leather straps attached to chains. My arms are hoisted up and again the men grope my naked body.
I find it strange how repulsive their touch as compared to my friends. I am completely aware of my nudity… no, embarrassed by it… before these men when I so willing offered my body to my friends the day before. Once again I stand with wrists overhead. My shoulders are almost on fire with pain.
Just when I doubt things could get much worse a familiar voice says “I have a few questions for you, Helena.”
I groan and say “I am naked, father.”
“That is the least of your problems, Helena” he replies.
“I will ask you questions and you will answer me honestly. If you do so I will have you spared an inquisition. What are the names of your friends?”
“I know them only as ‘Passion’, ‘Lust’, and ‘Joy’.”
The whip lashes me. I shriek “That is all I know!”
“Did they ask you to them?”
“I don’t know what you… AAAHHH” I cry as I swear the whip may have torn my nipple off!
“Were you invited to join them?”
I try to remember when I first met Passion. “Come join us, Helena, I’m sorry we are late getting here.”
“Well don’t dally, we won’t hurt you but we won’t ask you to join us a second time.” I stammer “Yes, but…”
“That’s all I need to know” father says. He turns and leaves saying to the groundskeeper as he left “Give her twenty lashes…”
Tree
Sounds like Passion, Love and Joy better start rehearsing their "last words".
Nicely crafted and well written Tree......a story that keeps us guessing.....love it!
Master Wragg went to the bishop to explain his situation with the three women and his daughter. The bishop said there must be an inquisition to determine if they were witches. While the bishop is very powerful, power costs money and since Master Wragg was the bishop’s largest benefactor by far he held great sway over him.
“They cannot be found witched” He proclaimed. “If they are witches they must be burned at the stake along with my daughter for she would be under their spell and must be burned to save her soul. I have reasons not to desire such.”
“Are you suggesting I ignore this travesty?”
“Not in the least, my daughter has already stated that she was seduced by the vixens. They must be punished and I would be pleased if they were hanged in public” Master Wragg replied.
“I accept you plan, Master Wragg, except your daughter must still be punished for her complicity in their debauchery” the bishop declared.
“I would expect nothing less” Master Wragg conceded. “What have you in mind?”
“I will pray on that tonight, then, if it pleases you, I will join you tomorrow afternoon for some of your fine wine and tell you what the Holy Ghost has conveyed to me.”
“I look forward to your company” Master Wragg replied He excused himself and as he left the rectory muttered “what a pompous ass…”
Tree
“They cannot be found witched” He proclaimed. “If they are witches they must be burned at the stake along with my daughter for she would be under their spell and must be burned to save her soul. I have reasons not to desire such.”
“Are you suggesting I ignore this travesty?”
“Not in the least, my daughter has already stated that she was seduced by the vixens. They must be punished and I would be pleased if they were hanged in public” Master Wragg replied.
“I accept you plan, Master Wragg, except your daughter must still be punished for her complicity in their debauchery” the bishop declared.
“I would expect nothing less” Master Wragg conceded. “What have you in mind?”
“I will pray on that tonight, then, if it pleases you, I will join you tomorrow afternoon for some of your fine wine and tell you what the Holy Ghost has conveyed to me.”
“I look forward to your company” Master Wragg replied He excused himself and as he left the rectory muttered “what a pompous ass…”
Tree
Quiet Paul
Tribune
Nothing new there. Bishops never change. Just make sure you don't skimp on the wine, Wragg, or everyone will be in trouble.
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Quiet Paul
Tribune
Never trust a bish, in my experience, old or young. The power gets to them, and they can be such self important pains in the arse.Pompous ass or no, a couple of glasses of Cruxton Abbey alcohol should speak to the old Bish....
I'm not certain that the Abbey Ghosts are all that Holy, though.22 generations of evil bastards
Wragg, before it was "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit" the 'Holy Spirit' was known as the 'Holy Ghost'.Pompous ass or no, a couple of glasses of Cruxton Abbey alcohol should speak to the old Bish....
I'm not certain that the Abbey Ghosts are all that Holy, though.
Tree wishes to apologize to you and your ancestors for any implied reference to anything 'Holy' about your family...
Tree
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
It's this the Holy Spirit?
Indeed
This just shows what a sinner Wragg is
He's getting Religious Education from The Hanging Tree
You mean my fate depends on divine intervention....oh good lord...what next?
Best not ask me..... I'm not that good....
Oh!
You mean that Lord (I'm expecting a thunderbolt any moment now
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Best not ask me..... I'm not that good....
Oh!
(I'm expecting a thunderbolt any moment now
Deservedly so....never take HIS name in vain...even when you have your very own manor house, in which you can throw wicked Boxing Day dinner parties.
Deservedly so....never take HIS name in vain...even when you have your very own manor house, in which you can throw wicked Boxing Day dinner parties.
(Always wanted an excuse to use that smilie)
(Always wanted an excuse to use that smilie)
Very cute...for once he is speechless....I feel like I won one here
It's this the Holy Spirit?
No, that is Tree's desired spirits...
You mean my fate depends on divine intervention....oh good lord...what next?
Keep praying Barb, when Tree gets back to 'Rosie's Crucifixion' Bull and Gunner are going to want to be paid and Sir Wragg is cash-strapped from the holidays...
Deservedly so....never take HIS name in vain...even when you have your very own manor house, in which you can throw wicked Boxing Day dinner parties.
I didn't see anything Wragg said that bothered me that much...
Tree
Notice how he always tries to rise above the fray?
I said "try", not "succeeds".