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Primus pilus
Magister Australis
You judge yourself too leniently young Wragg though Professor Pilus will leave the certification to RepertorD minus
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Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
E does not exist.You judge yourself too leniently young Wragg though Professor Pilus will leave the certification to Repertor
So it's ungradable like Crucifixion Technique.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Though the alphabet does continue beyond E. The letter F comes to mindE does not exist.
So it's ungradeable like Crucifixion Technique.
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Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Repertor got a D minus for reciting the alphabet.Though the alphabet does continue beyond E. The letter F comes to mind
RacingRodent
Consul
Well, I thought after all that fuss that he was being a bit too clever by half, but I'm not on the faculty, per se, so I'll defer to your judgement.
Come on Horny. Back to your stall. I'll see about sending a stable maid down for you to play with.
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
“OK, Wragg, I admit it, you’re good.” Horny, grudgingly, professed his admiration, as he gazed at the very neat letters W-R-A-G-G in bright red, angry weals down Messaline’s back.That'll be a challenge for Repertor!
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
Mmmmmmmmmmm !!! At least, this Wragg junior has understood what I was demanding !
Each of these strikes of your whip is, for me, a so much proof of your capacity !!!
Give him a A+, please ...
... for me, I'll give him some other rewards ...
Waaaoooooo !
Each of these strikes of your whip is, for me, a so much proof of your capacity !!!
Give him a A+, please ...
... for me, I'll give him some other rewards ...
Waaaoooooo !
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Mmmmmmmmmmm !!! At least, this Wragg junior has understood what I was demanding !
Each of these strikes of your whip is, for me, a so much proof of your capacity !!!
Give him a A+, please ...
... for me, I'll give him some other rewards ...
Waaaoooooo !
How very generous of you
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Young Wragg stems from a talented family. Be it with a pencil or a whip.
His skill and correct spelling impressed even professor Primus.
Repertor only pictured his calligraphic masterpiece.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Messa is always generous , ask for Tree ...How very generous of you
... or RR ...
RacingRodent
Consul
"Okay, I'll admit it, Repertor, you're good" Said just about everybody.
Mmmmmmmmmmm !!! At least, this Wragg junior has understood what I was demanding !
Each of these strikes of your whip is, for me, a so much proof of your capacity !!!
Give him a A+, please ...
... for me, I'll give him some other rewards ...
Waaaoooooo !
Sod the A+
That's what I call a REWARD!!!
Three men sat around a table in a haze of purple smoke.
They gazed, with rapt attention, into a crystal ball.
“Are you sure this thing is working properly?” asked Professor Primus.
“Can’t be,” said Professor Tree, “that is young Wragg, and there’s no way he’d ever have the balls to do that to Messaline.”
“Nor the skills,” agreed Primus. “He couldn’t whip up a soufflé!”
“Gentlemen, I can assure you that this Crystal Ball is among the best available.” Phlebas was firm. “I got it from the Artifex Imaginum himself!”
“A genuine Repertor Crystal? Wow!” Any doubt about the reliability of the device vanished from Primus Pilus’ mind. “Then I must consult an optician. It must be my eyes.”
Tree threw the remains of a packet of Madame Wu’s into a purple waste paper basket. “I must give these up. I’m hallucinating.”
“There is nothing wrong with your eyes, Primus, nor your mind, Tree. What you see is real. Wragg has just used an ordinary horse whip to bring a recalcitrant unicorn to heel and to write his own name on Professor La Croix’ back. But remember, gentlemen, you taught him those skills.”
Tree retrieved his Madame Wu’s and lit one, and Primus poured himself another glass of Phlebas’ excellent Shiraz. “Well, well,” he said, “and I thought I was wasting my time!"
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Wragg let the whip fall to the floor, and clasped his hands to his face in horror. “D-did I do that?” he gasped, looking at the weals on Messaline’s back, that spelled his own name. His own guilt.
Messaline was still recovering from her orgasm. Jollyrei untied her, and she ran to Wragg and threw her arms around him. “You dear, sweet man!” she exclaimed, kissing him, “that was the best orgasm I’ve had all morning!”
This turn of events suited Wragg very well. Somehow, she seemed pleased. Anything that pleased Messaline pleased Wragg, and his look of concern turned to one of delight.
“Well, I say, happy to oblige… you really enjoyed it?”
“Oh, oui! Such skill you have! It matches my front, see?”
She stood, open armed, and Wragg peered at her body. Faintly visible down her body were some scars. He could make out some letters. “P- I – L –U –S” he read.
“You have learned well, ma Cherie! Now, learn more. My Racing Rodent will instruct you.”
In a couple of bounds RR was up on Horny’s back. “Now, we ride!”
“Can’t I stay here with you?” Wragg gazed, doe eyed, at Messaline.
“No! You ride!” she ordered. Wragg pouted his disappointment. “Where are we going?”
“Only to High Groaning and back. Think you can manage that?” Jollyrei grinned.
Horny was remarkable compliant as Jollyrei saddled him up. Saddlebags went on, and Wragg was given a sword. “What’s that for?” he asked.
“High Groaning can be a..... ‘difficult’ town,” replied Jollyrei. “Better to be on the safe side.”
Wragg climbed up onto Horny, behind RR. “Whip,” said Jollyrei, handing it up. “In case Horny gets frisky. Off you go.”
“No reins?” queried Wragg.
“I don’t need reins! Racing Rodent knows the way!” said Horny.
Jollyrei opened the door, and Horny trotted out. Wragg turned to wave to Messaline, but she didn’t see him.
She was too busy undressing Jollyrei.
They gazed, with rapt attention, into a crystal ball.
“Are you sure this thing is working properly?” asked Professor Primus.
“Can’t be,” said Professor Tree, “that is young Wragg, and there’s no way he’d ever have the balls to do that to Messaline.”
“Nor the skills,” agreed Primus. “He couldn’t whip up a soufflé!”
“Gentlemen, I can assure you that this Crystal Ball is among the best available.” Phlebas was firm. “I got it from the Artifex Imaginum himself!”
“A genuine Repertor Crystal? Wow!” Any doubt about the reliability of the device vanished from Primus Pilus’ mind. “Then I must consult an optician. It must be my eyes.”
Tree threw the remains of a packet of Madame Wu’s into a purple waste paper basket. “I must give these up. I’m hallucinating.”
“There is nothing wrong with your eyes, Primus, nor your mind, Tree. What you see is real. Wragg has just used an ordinary horse whip to bring a recalcitrant unicorn to heel and to write his own name on Professor La Croix’ back. But remember, gentlemen, you taught him those skills.”
Tree retrieved his Madame Wu’s and lit one, and Primus poured himself another glass of Phlebas’ excellent Shiraz. “Well, well,” he said, “and I thought I was wasting my time!"
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Wragg let the whip fall to the floor, and clasped his hands to his face in horror. “D-did I do that?” he gasped, looking at the weals on Messaline’s back, that spelled his own name. His own guilt.
Messaline was still recovering from her orgasm. Jollyrei untied her, and she ran to Wragg and threw her arms around him. “You dear, sweet man!” she exclaimed, kissing him, “that was the best orgasm I’ve had all morning!”
This turn of events suited Wragg very well. Somehow, she seemed pleased. Anything that pleased Messaline pleased Wragg, and his look of concern turned to one of delight.
“Well, I say, happy to oblige… you really enjoyed it?”
“Oh, oui! Such skill you have! It matches my front, see?”
She stood, open armed, and Wragg peered at her body. Faintly visible down her body were some scars. He could make out some letters. “P- I – L –U –S” he read.
“You have learned well, ma Cherie! Now, learn more. My Racing Rodent will instruct you.”
In a couple of bounds RR was up on Horny’s back. “Now, we ride!”
“Can’t I stay here with you?” Wragg gazed, doe eyed, at Messaline.
“No! You ride!” she ordered. Wragg pouted his disappointment. “Where are we going?”
“Only to High Groaning and back. Think you can manage that?” Jollyrei grinned.
Horny was remarkable compliant as Jollyrei saddled him up. Saddlebags went on, and Wragg was given a sword. “What’s that for?” he asked.
“High Groaning can be a..... ‘difficult’ town,” replied Jollyrei. “Better to be on the safe side.”
Wragg climbed up onto Horny, behind RR. “Whip,” said Jollyrei, handing it up. “In case Horny gets frisky. Off you go.”
“No reins?” queried Wragg.
“I don’t need reins! Racing Rodent knows the way!” said Horny.
Jollyrei opened the door, and Horny trotted out. Wragg turned to wave to Messaline, but she didn’t see him.
She was too busy undressing Jollyrei.
Implying she is used to getting more than one.
I should know. I'm Lord of the bloody place.
Have fun, chaps... ...and don't come back for a while.
"Really, Mme. Professor? But on what part of your delightful body am I going to write my name?
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Professor Pilus took a deep draught of Phlebas' excelllent shiraz and gazed deeply into the crystal.
How well He remember that all-to-brief afternoon when Professor Mlle La Croix knocked so discreetly on th edoor of His study.
How she first knelt before Him and her lips brushed the knuckles that held the whip
How she stood at the post and held her wrists up asking, in her mosr seductive French accent, to be be bound and whipped. But, finally, as the whip had brought her so close to climax she begged for release and, unbound....
Mlle La Croix knelt, her thighs widespread, leant backwards and pleaded, "mark me Pp. Mark me as yours."
Professor Pilus took one more deep, deep draught of the the peppery red wine. He would never forget her moan as the whip laid the final stroke of the 's', cutting across her monticule de venus, deep between her spread thighs, and Professor Mlle La Croix died that little death.
One more mouthful, rolled around the Professor's mouth, savouring the wine then He gazes again into the crystal.
Careful Jollyrei. Careful. Pace yourself man. Professor Mlle La Croix can be insatiable when the mood tales her.
How well He remember that all-to-brief afternoon when Professor Mlle La Croix knocked so discreetly on th edoor of His study.
How she first knelt before Him and her lips brushed the knuckles that held the whip How she stood at the post and held her wrists up asking, in her mosr seductive French accent, to be be bound and whipped. But, finally, as the whip had brought her so close to climax she begged for release and, unbound.... Mlle La Croix knelt, her thighs widespread, leant backwards and pleaded, "mark me Pp. Mark me as yours."Professor Pilus took one more deep, deep draught of the the peppery red wine. He would never forget her moan as the whip laid the final stroke of the 's', cutting across her monticule de venus, deep between her spread thighs, and Professor Mlle La Croix died that little death.
One more mouthful, rolled around the Professor's mouth, savouring the wine then He gazes again into the crystal.
Careful Jollyrei. Careful. Pace yourself man. Professor Mlle La Croix can be insatiable when the mood tales her.
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It seems Tree is being used as the 'clown jester' in this tale...
He will drink and ponder this before unleashing his wrath...
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He will drink and ponder this before unleashing his wrath...
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