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Kartomga Terror Pit
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You mean I don't have to put Barb in truck anymore???One of my favorite themes, SkatingJesus.
...and I have never been to Kartomga but I think they just don't like white women...
We didn't want to say anything, but you never did have to.
We all thought you were doing it because you wanted to. 
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A good way to make the neighbours jealous.The better to parade your favorite slave through town?
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Yes.The better to parade your favorite slave through town?
Barb hates when I drag her around like this...
Double your pleasure?
When do I get a chance to drive? No fair! Road hog!
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She will get used to it.
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We'll have to extend the steering wheel.
Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
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That would be bad for the clutch. Besides:
12. High above the rooftops of Kartomga City, the lift bucket stops with a jolt. Hands bound behind my back, I struggle for a moment to maintain my balance as the bucket sways from side to side. Below in the square, a sea of upturned faces strain in the harsh glare of the morning sun to keep the Captain and me in view.
"I'm afraid of heights," I rasp, looking around desperately, then closing my eyes and shuddering.
"Not for long," replies Captain Abunjon grimly.
"It's the beard, isn't it?" I say. "That's why I didn't recognize you at first. You were at Langley! I remember you now. You were part of the operation planning group. You sat in the back when they interviewed and selected me for this assignment!"
"And they made the right choice too! You were perfect for your role."
"But I was never told what my role really was?"
"No, you never would have accepted your assignment if you were told now, would you? After all, who wants to die?"
"So what are you going to do now? Throw me off this thing?"
"No, better than that," he says softly as he produces a heavy rope noose, drops it over my head and draws it close around my neck.
"God no! You are going to hang me!"
"How very perceptive Moore. Don't worry. It's a short drop, not enough to break your neck. You won't suffer for too long ... just long enough to do a nice little erotic dance for the folks below. Don't want to disappoint them now, do we?"
He turns me around and maneuvers me to the edge of the lift platform, forcing me to look down at the crowd below, which seems to be in constant motion ... seething back and forth like some monstrous animal ... filling every space in the square and spilling into nearby alleys, lanes and streets.
"Death to America ... Death to Barbara Moore!' they continue to chant.
"Any last words, Moore?"
"Yes. Can't we talk about this. Surely there must be another, quicker, less gruesome way to carry out an execution ... like a bullet in my head?"
"And disappoint all those people who have come out in their thousands to watch you struggle at the end of a rope? This regime thrives on terror, Moore. It's in the regime's interest that your public execution be as entertaining and memorable as possible ... that it be a constant reminder in the minds of everyone of what happens to anyone who gets in its way."
"But what is the larger plan?"
"You'd like to know now, wouldn't you? Well why not. It's simple, your capture and execution are the final stepping stones on the path to my rise and eventual take over of the Revolutionary Government. No one can doubt my loyalty and zeal. Tomorrow my popularity will soar and I will replace the General. He has outlived his usefulness now that the fighting is over. I will rise swiftly as the man who saved the country from a subversive American plot. Someday I will gain complete control, and when I do I will quietly turn the regime over to the purposes of our government. But enough of that. It's time. Now face your audience and say your prayers, Moore!"
"Are you going to push me, or am I supposed to jump?"
"I'm afraid of heights," I rasp, looking around desperately, then closing my eyes and shuddering.
"Not for long," replies Captain Abunjon grimly.
"It's the beard, isn't it?" I say. "That's why I didn't recognize you at first. You were at Langley! I remember you now. You were part of the operation planning group. You sat in the back when they interviewed and selected me for this assignment!"
"And they made the right choice too! You were perfect for your role."
"But I was never told what my role really was?"
"No, you never would have accepted your assignment if you were told now, would you? After all, who wants to die?"
"So what are you going to do now? Throw me off this thing?"
"No, better than that," he says softly as he produces a heavy rope noose, drops it over my head and draws it close around my neck.
"God no! You are going to hang me!"
"How very perceptive Moore. Don't worry. It's a short drop, not enough to break your neck. You won't suffer for too long ... just long enough to do a nice little erotic dance for the folks below. Don't want to disappoint them now, do we?"
He turns me around and maneuvers me to the edge of the lift platform, forcing me to look down at the crowd below, which seems to be in constant motion ... seething back and forth like some monstrous animal ... filling every space in the square and spilling into nearby alleys, lanes and streets.
"Death to America ... Death to Barbara Moore!' they continue to chant.
"Any last words, Moore?"
"Yes. Can't we talk about this. Surely there must be another, quicker, less gruesome way to carry out an execution ... like a bullet in my head?"
"And disappoint all those people who have come out in their thousands to watch you struggle at the end of a rope? This regime thrives on terror, Moore. It's in the regime's interest that your public execution be as entertaining and memorable as possible ... that it be a constant reminder in the minds of everyone of what happens to anyone who gets in its way."
"But what is the larger plan?"
"You'd like to know now, wouldn't you? Well why not. It's simple, your capture and execution are the final stepping stones on the path to my rise and eventual take over of the Revolutionary Government. No one can doubt my loyalty and zeal. Tomorrow my popularity will soar and I will replace the General. He has outlived his usefulness now that the fighting is over. I will rise swiftly as the man who saved the country from a subversive American plot. Someday I will gain complete control, and when I do I will quietly turn the regime over to the purposes of our government. But enough of that. It's time. Now face your audience and say your prayers, Moore!"
"Are you going to push me, or am I supposed to jump?"
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Barb's been cherry-picked on a cherry-picker
I'm with Wragg on this... Make him kick you off...
But I must point out this is only the Captain... He's only doing his job. It's not his fault...
She never 'buys' that when I say it either...