Uh huh...cut the mumbo jumbo....looks almost certain I am about to get my neck stretched again ... let's not waste effort here....how about one grave for all three of us ...
... make it a little easier on poor Helena, right?
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Helena's Tale
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Uh huh...cut the mumbo jumbo....looks almost certain I am about to get my neck stretched again ... let's not waste effort here....how about one grave for all three of us ...
... make it a little easier on poor Helena, right?
An astute observation by Barbaria... Tree would have put thread in 'fantasy' instead of here if no one ended up dead...
Tree
Tree
"astute"...I think that's a compliment, right?
'Awwwwwww, sometimes he says the nicest thing before he abuses my body and mind.
Doing neck exercises now in preparation for the worst. 
"astute"...I think that's a compliment, right?
Awwwwwww, sometimes he says the nicest thing before he abuses my body and mind.
View attachment 179049 Doing neck exercises now in preparation for the worst.
Wragg is silent...just standing there with his mouth open...ball is in Tree's court... waiting is the hardest thing to do...
Coming soon (today)...
Tree
Tree
I am taken out to the groundskeepers’ workshop in the early evening. I am naked. The groundskeepers would have been whipped if they had tried to see me disrobed in my room but those days are past. Not only do they look at me but they grope my breasts and sex while they fix irons about ankles and neck with one of them taking the time to bugger my ass! My god did that hurt in addition the humiliation of being used by father’s employees.
(Ed. note- Master Wragg not only allowed the sodomy of his daughter he suggested it with the caveat that her virginity was left intact!)
I kneel next to the anvil and watch as the last iron is fixed about my wrist. I feel the man’s seed ooze from my raped bum.
The irons are joined with chained I am brought back the mansion, still naked. Before I go in I was asked if I have to relieve my bowels. I admit I must and I am told to squat and go where the dogs do! I am shamed but I would not be allowed indoors until I did.
I am brought in the servants’ entrance and up their staircase. I pass the floor my room is one and I am put to bed in a servant’s attic bedroom. I sleep fitfully with the heavy chains and irons so unfamiliar to my body. The next morning one of the groundskeepers and Father Lynch came into the room. I am ordered out of the bed with Father Lynch adding “I hope you enjoyed the bed. It will be the last time your backside touches one for a long time.”
I am taken out the servants’ entrance and am escorted though the village, past the market to the cemetery next to the cathedral. I am aware as I was led to through the village that I was recognized by almost everyone who saw me. Their reaction ranged from shock to lecherous jeers. They didn’t know why I was being led naked and in irons but many seemed pleased I was.
At the cemetery I was led to the weedy back of the grounds filled with unmarked graves. It is a paupers’ field where most are buried in the rags they died in often without even a simple pine box. I am handed a shovel and told to dig three graves. With dread I ask who the graves are for. I am told am told if I am lucky I am digging graves Joy, Lust, and Passion. As I dig I say “I don’t see how burying my friends make me lucky.”
“If they ‘finger’ you for seducing them you may be digging your own grave” Father Lynch replies…
Tree
(Ed. note- Master Wragg not only allowed the sodomy of his daughter he suggested it with the caveat that her virginity was left intact!)
I kneel next to the anvil and watch as the last iron is fixed about my wrist. I feel the man’s seed ooze from my raped bum.
The irons are joined with chained I am brought back the mansion, still naked. Before I go in I was asked if I have to relieve my bowels. I admit I must and I am told to squat and go where the dogs do! I am shamed but I would not be allowed indoors until I did.
I am brought in the servants’ entrance and up their staircase. I pass the floor my room is one and I am put to bed in a servant’s attic bedroom. I sleep fitfully with the heavy chains and irons so unfamiliar to my body. The next morning one of the groundskeepers and Father Lynch came into the room. I am ordered out of the bed with Father Lynch adding “I hope you enjoyed the bed. It will be the last time your backside touches one for a long time.”
I am taken out the servants’ entrance and am escorted though the village, past the market to the cemetery next to the cathedral. I am aware as I was led to through the village that I was recognized by almost everyone who saw me. Their reaction ranged from shock to lecherous jeers. They didn’t know why I was being led naked and in irons but many seemed pleased I was.
At the cemetery I was led to the weedy back of the grounds filled with unmarked graves. It is a paupers’ field where most are buried in the rags they died in often without even a simple pine box. I am handed a shovel and told to dig three graves. With dread I ask who the graves are for. I am told am told if I am lucky I am digging graves Joy, Lust, and Passion. As I dig I say “I don’t see how burying my friends make me lucky.”
“If they ‘finger’ you for seducing them you may be digging your own grave” Father Lynch replies…
Tree
what are you smoking, Admi???
It is Christmastime and I'm a kind of saint......................helping poor ladies and beings also.......................... no druggs or so and as my Beloved Ulrika knows...................I'm sober
Indeed, Admi
Tis the season of goodwill to allkittensBarbs
I have to be nice to Barb???
Crap!!!
Tree
of course the blond is Siss and the dark....................barb's daughter
“Be happy, women like you and your friends used to be burned at the stake” Father Lynch says.
“No matter if they were guilty of anything or not the way I hear it” I reply remembering what the maid Gloria had told me about her mother.
“You bastards abuse your power to suppress women and then talk how merciful you are when ‘only’ hanging them to death” I hiss as I toss the shovel down. I have never seen a burning but I watched a woman brought to the town square and hanged. She did not look angry or repentant, just bewildered, scared, and shamed.
I wonder what is happening to my friends…
Tree
“No matter if they were guilty of anything or not the way I hear it” I reply remembering what the maid Gloria had told me about her mother.
“You bastards abuse your power to suppress women and then talk how merciful you are when ‘only’ hanging them to death” I hiss as I toss the shovel down. I have never seen a burning but I watched a woman brought to the town square and hanged. She did not look angry or repentant, just bewildered, scared, and shamed.
I wonder what is happening to my friends…
Tree
Father Lynch digs a flask from his robe and takes a long drink. He looks at me and says “Helena, whether it is your grave or one of your friends it won’t be deep enough for the wild dogs to dig up the carcass and eat what they want before the buzzards pick the bones clean. We have till sunset. You can leave the shovel there and we can talk about how unfair life is until the sunsets or you can pick up the shovel and dig proper graves.”
I pick up the shovel…
Neither Master Wragg nor his daughter Helena need have worried that Joy, Passion, or Lust would betray her. The sisterhood would live for centuries, even into 2015. Death was more honorable than betrayal.
Of course most people know who the women were. Even the maid Gloria knew them to one degree or another. She went to Master Wragg and said “I may or may not save your daughter but I can save these women some pain they needn’t suffer before they are hanged. Ask the bishop to allow me to talk to them.”
“Fuck the bishop! His second rider leaves tomorrow for the Vatican. It will be a miracle if the bishop lives to the end of the week.”
“You are going to kill a bishop?!?!?!”
“No, Dear Gloria, Father Lynch is going to kill him… or so it would appear.”
“Then you will save the three???” Gloria asked hopefully.
“No, Dear Gloria, every battle has collateral damage to win a war.”
Tree
I pick up the shovel…
Neither Master Wragg nor his daughter Helena need have worried that Joy, Passion, or Lust would betray her. The sisterhood would live for centuries, even into 2015. Death was more honorable than betrayal.
Of course most people know who the women were. Even the maid Gloria knew them to one degree or another. She went to Master Wragg and said “I may or may not save your daughter but I can save these women some pain they needn’t suffer before they are hanged. Ask the bishop to allow me to talk to them.”
“Fuck the bishop! His second rider leaves tomorrow for the Vatican. It will be a miracle if the bishop lives to the end of the week.”
“You are going to kill a bishop?!?!?!”
“No, Dear Gloria, Father Lynch is going to kill him… or so it would appear.”
“Then you will save the three???” Gloria asked hopefully.
“No, Dear Gloria, every battle has collateral damage to win a war.”
Tree
That does it!!!!! Now I am to be no more than "collateral damage".... You know this means war.....Rebellion 2015 now has a battle cry ...
what is it? Dunno, Ulrika help me here? We will think of something.
Are you trying to piss Barb off, Wragg???"Collateral Damage"
Hmmm
That might have been a good sub title for the "1942" thread....
Tree