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Being the eighth, and final, part of the Chronicles of the Silver River.

Continuing the chronicle from 'The Perils of the Princesses'

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-perils-of-the-princesses.3761/page-4#post-119545



“Oh, Siss,….. please……. come!” repeated Barbaria, as the sun broke through the overcast. It was going to be another hot day, and she knew that she couldn’t survive another day of scorching sunshine.

The general, who had been quiet up to now, groaned as he tried to move to a new position. He looked at Barbaria. “This…….really…..sucks,…..doesn’t…it?”

Barbaria was struck by the understatement, but contented herself by saying “Sure…..does.”

“You…..miss….your…sister?” Each word separated by a shallow breath.

She looked at him, and nodded, tears on her cheeks.

He gazed into her eyes, two fellow sufferers, that unison of understanding that only two people on crosses can have. “She’ll come.”

She didn’t know how he could be sure, but somehow she found his certainty reassuring. “Thanks.”

She was struck by a thought. “We’ve…..spent…the ….night….together..in….the …… nude ….and …I …..don’t ….even ……know……your…… name.”

He attempted a smile at her joke. “General…..Wragg. Just…’Wragg’….now, I ….suppose.” He paused. “Sorry….if…..I …..don’t….. shake….. hands!”

“Hi …..Wragg. I’m ….. Barb.”

“If…. I ….have…to….die…like…this, ….I’m ….lucky …..to …..have……such…..company!”

She just smiled at him, this lengthy conversation, by crucifixion standards, had exhausted them both.

She raised her eyes to the wall again. There was Eulalia, once more, watching her.
 
Eulalia took in the scene before her. It was much as it had been when she’d looked earlier, although, ominously, one of the Trebuchets seemed to be at the final testing stage, and the carpenters were carrying out final assemble steps on another.

Something was different, however. Something not there that had been there…..

The crosses were still there, the camps looked much the same, still the enemy soldiers grouped at each end of the camp, one watching the West Gate, one the East. Sciuridan’s pavilion, his flag flying over it.

She saw it, then! No Orcs! No Trolls! Of course! The Dark Princess had left, and they’d faded away like mist in the morning. That was a good sign. But the Dark Princess would return, when she realised that Roxie and Blaire had got past, she’d be in hot pursuit. She felt a knot in her stomach. One chance, one chance to turn this around, would things play out as she hoped?

She jumped as the Trebuchet fired its first shot, she heard the sound of the missile – a rock probably - as it howled over the city and crashed into the woods behind Ystragarth. They’d soon improve their aim.

At that moment she saw what she’d been hoping for – dust on the Aestral pass! A horse, approaching at speed!

She smiled, and made a signal. Then she began to pray.
 
Barbaria was totally exhausted on her cross. Just that exchange with Wragg had left her breathless. She’d had no more to drink, no sleep, no food. She knew that her body could not stand this for very much longer. If only Siss had come, but, no, it was not to be.

“I am the Queen of Aestrador! Let me through!”

Barbaria opened her eyes. Could it be?

There she was! Standing in front of her cross, looking up at her, a mixture of love and fury in her eyes.

“Siss! You……came!”

Siss reached up and gently stroked her thigh. Barbaria felt life streaming back into her. By the Gods, it was good to see her. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Siss, too, was weeping. “My love! What am I to do with you? Staying out for hours and getting yourself in all kinds of trouble!”

“I’m…..soo….thirsty…..Siss!”

Siss hadn’t even bothered to stop for drink on the way. Her water bottle was full. There was still a ladder leaning on the back of Barb’s cross. She rapidly ascended it, dipped her finger into the water and gently moistened Barbaria’s lips, then held her bottle so that Barbaria could drink.

For a few moments there was silence as Barb’s parched body absorbed the liquid as if it was sweet nectar.

“Oh, Siss, that was so good. I do love you so!”

Siss didn’t care that the entire army was watching them by now. Her lips and Barb’s touched, gently. “I love you, too, Barb!”

Then they kissed again, although Barb’s mouth had suffered as much as the rest of her body from her time on the cross, Siss’ tongue went around Barb’s teeth, danced with her tongue, while her free hand caressed, oh, so gently caressed, Barbaria’s tortured breast. Even after all she’d been through, Siss felt Barbaria’s nipple respond to her.

There was a cough from below. Sciuridan was glaring up at her. “Good morning, Queen Penelope. I hate to break up this most touching scene, but I think it might have been courteous if you’d asked my permission before offering…” he cleared his throat “….comfort to my prisoners!”

She climbed back down the ladder. “Is it not true that a coward only attacks the weak? Your strength is truly in your folly ... for you have turned this world against you. My beloved before me and you mock. I do not fear you. You are small and loathsome like a garden slug ... leaving a trail of slime and filth in its wake."

Sciuridan was sick and tired of these women who completely failed to show him respect.

“How dare you? How fucking DARE you?” He pointed at Barbaria. “I have taught her a lesson in respect, you may be Xsordon’s wife but I’ll teach you the same lesson if you push me one inch further.”

Barbaria broke in from above. “Siss – NO! Sciuridan, she didn’t mean it…”

“I did mean it, Barb!” She leaned close to Sciuridan. “Either you get her down NOW, or I shall order my husband to have our army attack you right this minute. You had no right to do this to Barbaria, if you act now you can, just about, undo your own folly!”

“I shall do no such thing! I am very sorry to disappoint you, Penelope, but your husband answers to me, not you! I shall count to five, and if you haven’t withdrawn those remarks by the time I get to five, then I shall crucify you alongside your sister, and to hell with your husband. One…..”

Siss stood, breathing heavily, her face flushed with emotion.

“Two…."

“Siss! Please! It’s not worth it! For God’s sake, apologise.”

“Three….”

Erin’s voice. “Siss…..believe…me! You….don’t …..want…..this!”

“Four….SHIT!”

A great gob of Siss’ saliva was running down his cheek.

Barbaria groaned. “Oh, Siss, noooooooo!”

Sciuridan, with icy calmness, took a handkerchief and wiped his face dry. He beckoned to a messenger.

“Would you be so kind as to present my compliments to Mr Apostate, and invite him and Mr Ascanio to join me here at the execution ground? Please ask him if he would mind bringing a Jedakk special.”

“Yes, Sire!”

Then Sciuridan turned to his guards. “Seize her!”
 
Wragg134 said:
Being the eighth, and final, part of the Chronicles of the Silver River.

Continuing the chronicle from 'The Perils of the Princesses'

http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-perils-of-the-princesses.3761/page-4#post-119545



“Oh, Siss,….. please……. come!” repeated Barbaria, as the sun broke through the overcast. It was going to be another hot day, and she knew that she couldn’t survive another day of scorching sunshine.

The general, who had been quiet up to now, groaned as he tried to move to a new position. He looked at Barbaria. “This…….really…..sucks,…..doesn’t…it?”

Barbaria was struck by the understatement, but contented herself by saying “Sure…..does.”

“You…..miss….your…sister?” Each word separated by a shallow breath.

She looked at him, and nodded, tears on her cheeks.

He gazed into her eyes, two fellow sufferers, that unison of understanding that only two people on crosses can have. “She’ll come.”

She didn’t know how he could be sure, but somehow she found his certainty reassuring. “Thanks.”

She was struck by a thought. “We’ve…..spent…the ….night….together..in….the …… nude ….and …I …..don’t ….even ……know……your…… name.”

He attempted a smile at her joke. “General…..Wragg. Just…’Wragg’….now, I ….suppose.” He paused. “Sorry….if…..I …..don’t….. shake….. hands!”

“Hi …..Wragg. I’m ….. Barb.”

“If…. I ….have…to….die…like…this, ….I’m ….lucky …..to …..have……such…..company!”

She just smiled at him, this lengthy conversation, by crucifixion standards, had exhausted them both.

She raised her eyes to the wall again. There was Eulalia, once more, watching her.
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"...that unison of understanding that only two people on crosses can have."

I do love that line! And I am honored to have your company!
 
Wragg134 said:
Barbaria was totally exhausted on her cross. Just that exchange with Wragg had left her breathless. She’d had no more to drink, no sleep, no food. She knew that her body could not stand this for very much longer. If only Siss had come, but, no, it was not to be.

“I am the Queen of Aestrador! Let me through!”

Barbaria opened her eyes. Could it be?

There she was! Standing in front of her cross, looking up at her, a mixture of love and fury in her eyes.

“Siss! You……came!”

Siss reached up and gently stroked her thigh. Barbaria felt life streaming back into her. By the Gods, it was good to see her. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Siss, too, was weeping. “My love! What am I to do with you? Staying out for hours and getting yourself in all kinds of trouble!”

“I’m…..soo….thirsty…..Siss!”

Siss hadn’t even bothered to stop for drink on the way. Her water bottle was full. There was still a ladder leaning on the back of Barb’s cross. She rapidly ascended it, dipped her finger into the water and gently moistened Barbaria’s lips, then held her bottle so that Barbaria could drink.

For a few moments there was silence as Barb’s parched body absorbed the liquid as if it was sweet nectar.

“Oh, Siss, that was so good. I do love you so!”

Siss didn’t care that the entire army was watching them by now. Her lips and Barb’s touched, gently. “I love you, too, Barb!”

Then they kissed again, although Barb’s mouth had suffered as much as the rest of her body from her time on the cross, Siss’ tongue went around Barb’s teeth, danced with her tongue, while her free hand caressed, oh, so gently caressed, Barbaria’s tortured breast. Even after all she’d been through, Siss felt Barbaria’s nipple respond to her.

There was a cough from below. Sciuridan was glaring up at her. “Good morning, Queen Penelope. I hate to break up this most touching scene, but I think it might have been courteous if you’d asked my permission before offering…” he cleared his throat “….comfort to my prisoners!”

She climbed back down the ladder. “Is it not true that a coward only attacks the weak? Your strength is truly in your folly ... for you have turned this world against you. My beloved before me and you mock. I do not fear you. You are small and loathsome like a garden slug ... leaving a trail of slime and filth in its wake."

Sciuridan was sick and tired of these women who completely failed to show him respect.

“How dare you? How fucking DARE you?” He pointed at Barbaria. “I have taught her a lesson in respect, you may be Xsordon’s wife but I’ll teach you the same lesson if you push me one inch further.”

Barbaria broke in from above. “Siss – NO! Sciuridan, she didn’t mean it…”

“I did mean it, Barb!” She leaned close to Sciuridan. “Either you get her down NOW, or I shall order my husband to have our army attack you right this minute. You had no right to do this to Barbaria, if you act now you can, just about, undo your own folly!”

“I shall do no such thing! I am very sorry to disappoint you, Penelope, but your husband answers to me, not you! I shall count to five, and if you haven’t withdrawn those remarks by the time I get to five, then I shall crucify you alongside your sister, and to hell with your husband. One…..”

Siss stood, breathing heavily, her face flushed with emotion.

“Two…."

“Siss! Please! It’s not worth it! For God’s sake, apologise.”

“Three….”

Erin’s voice. “Siss…..believe…me! You….don’t …..want…..this!”

“Four….SHIT!”

A great gob of Siss’ saliva was running down his cheek.

Barbaria groaned. “Oh, Siss, noooooooo!”

Sciuridan, with icy calmness, took a handkerchief and wiped his face dry. He beckoned to a messenger.

“Would you be so kind as to present my compliments to Mr Apostate, and invite him and Mr Ascanio to join me here at the execution ground? Please ask him if he would mind bringing a Jedakk special.”

“Yes, Sire!”

Then Sciuridan turned to his guards. “Seize her!”
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"Is it not true that a coward only attacks the weak? Your strength is truly in your folly ... for you have turned this world against you. My beloved before me and you mock. I do not fear you. You are small and loathsome like a garden slug ... leaving a trail of slime and filth in its wake."

THOSE WORDS ARE PURE SISS!:p

SHIT. NOW LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE SISS....:confused:

WE ARE BOTH IN DEEP DOO-DOO TOGETHER AGAIN!:rolleyes: :bdsm-heart::bdsm-heart:
 
RacingRodent said:
I am very worried, :confused: this Sciuridan fellow is entirely like me in every way he can count up to five...is he based on anyone I know?

RR

Writing to Wraggspeare about his new play Sciuridan III
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So, do you count "one...two...three...four...SHIT" as well, then, RR? :eek:
 
Word spread through the camp like wildfire. “They are going to crucify Penelope!” Men, who’d thought they could now die happy because they’d seen Barbaria on her cross, and who then had had the unbelievable bonus of seeing Erin crucified with her, could not believe that the beautiful Queen of Aestrador was now going to be crucified too! This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, never, ever was such a scene likely to be repeated. Fights broke out for the spots offering the best view.

There was something of a traffic jam in the camp, but with some difficulty Apostate managed to get his cart through the crowds to the crucifixion ground. Apostate, too, was smiling. This was beyond his wildest dreams.

The Jedakk Special was a masterpiece of Heidraenese carpentry, requiring the construction of perfect joints. Not for Little Siss the standard stipes and patibulum, this was a giant X-cross mounted on a vertical post. The victim would be spread-eagled upon it, wide open for all to see. Barbaria thought it looked dreadful.

Sciuridan spoke. “The trouble with Aestria is that there has been a complete breakdown in good order! We have queens and priestesses who appear to believe that kings and princes are there merest lackeys to be ordered about as they please!” He appeared to have forgotten about the Dark Princess. “Gentlemen, we are building a new Aestria, one where women know their place, a land of order and certainty!”

He got a cheer for that. Barbaria seethed.

“These women.,” continued Sciuridan, “ are the worst example of their kind. Today, at this very moment, in fact, we can send a message to all the women of Aestria, so that they will forevermore give respect to those in charge! Crucify her!”
Apostate began to pull at Siss’ clothes. She shook him off. “Presumably, you believe that your ‘lackeys’ are capable of undressing? You’re not thinking of closing the strip clubs, I’m certain of that.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Siss gradually undressed. Barbaria wondered what on earth she was doing, was she positively trying to give these men a treat?

They cheered as her shift came off, revealing those wonderful breasts, and shrieked their approval as she pushed her loincloth down, and stood, nude, but erect, and poised.

“Oh, for God’s sake, this is an execution, not entertainment! Sciuridan was exasperated. Will you please get her on that cross NOW!”

Apostate and Ascanio needed no second bidding. They grabbed Siss, and manhandled her towards the cross. She looked at it, and then the fear came into her eyes. “Could you…..just use ropes?” She looked up at Barbarian and Erin’s spikes, she wasn’t hopeful. Apostate held a huge spike in front of her face. “These are our ropes!”

Siss groaned. So did Barbaria.

“Try and be brave, Siss!” she called. Her sister’s crucifixion now seemed inevitable. Barb’s eyes overflowed with tears.
Ascanio reached down and took her by the back of the knees, Apostate under her arms, and they carried her , holding her over the cross for a moment, then lowered her body into position.

Ascanio stretched out her right arm and held it in position, as Apostate touched her wrist with the sharp end of the spike, then brought his mallet down in a single confident stroke. The nail travelled fully two inches through her wrist and into the wood.

Siss stared at the nail in apparent astonishment, and then the pain hit her and her scream froze Barbaria’s blood. “Siss! Oh Siss! WHY did you have to goad him so?”

Four or five more strokes and the nail was home, Siss writhed and kicked, howled and screamed.

Apostate passed the mallet to Ascanio. “Do you want a go?”

“Very much! Thank you!”

So it was Apostate who stretched out her left arm. Siss, by now, appeared to have concluded that this wasn’t such a good idea after all. In her panic, as they were preparing to double her agony she screamed “Sciuridan! No! I’m sorry!”

Barb understood. The pain of crucifixion is beyond your worst nightmares. The pain and the panic means that you will say anything to stop it.

But Sciuridan just grinned. “Too late!” He nodded to Ascanio, who brought the mallet crashing down.

“Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”

Her feet were next. Barbaria, and hundreds of others, saw her labia parted as her feet were dragged out onto the X cross.

Again, Apostate and Ascanio took one foot each, as Siss tried to keep her knees together, they forced them apart, and then nailed them apart.

Sciuridan liked his lips. Her opened cunt looked very inviting.

“SCIURIDAN!!! What the FUCK are you doing? That’s my WIFE!!!”

“Oh, Xsordon, better late than never! Doing you a favour, aren’t I? No more henpecking?”

“Don’t be stupid, I love her – look at her – who wouldn’t? Let her go NOW!!”

“She was the last person who tried to give me orders…..Apostate – have we any more crosses?”

“Yes, Sire, plenty!”

Xsordon was outraged. “You wouldn’t DARE!”

“Funny that, she also tried to lecture me on what I dare or dare not do…”

“Do you want the support of my army, or not?”

“Your army will support me for the simple reason that that is the only way to avoid being crushed by me! Come on, Apostate, what are you waiting for, man? Raise her!”

Fine piece of carpentry though it was, the Jedakk special is incredibly heavy, and the two executioners needed a great deal of help to get it upright, subjecting Siss to a very rough ride on the way, and it literally slammed into the hole.
Siss was gasping in pain as they got it upright. “Oh….my…GOD! I never realised it ….would be….this bad!”

“Siss! Why? You…..silly….girl!”

Erin said, very quietly, “I think….I….can see…..why!”
 
Barbaria frowned at her. Her words had almost been lost in the roar from the crowd as Siss’ cross had come to the upright position, so now she was visible to far more people. As Siss struggled to find her position on her cross there were wolf whistles and lewd suggestions and screams of terror.

Screams of terror?

Barbaria looked, astonished, as the Heidraenese were literally being hacked to death in their thousands.

“What the….hell?”

It was a total bloodbath. As a scythe cuts through wheat so the spectators of Siss’ crucifixion were being cut down. A few were beginning to draw swords but such was the press of men around her cross that there just wasn’t room to move. Men were being trampled underfoot, and Barb screamed as her cross swayed as panicking soldiers tried to find a way to escape the slaughter.

Sciuridan, uselessly, was screaming orders, but he, too was just being swept along in a tide of terrorised men.

For the life of her, Barbaria could not understand what was happening. There was a mighty crash and a cloud of smoke as one of the Trebuchets disappeared into a hole that had appeared beneath it, then more smoke as the others followed. Heidraen had its carpenters, but Ystragarth had its miners.

She, at least had a good viewpoint. Who were these attackers? Then she saw Hengentre, on a horse, directing operations.

It was her own Ystragarthian army that was inflicting the damage! The gates of Ystragarth were standing open, the entire army had surrounded the Heidraenese, reinforced by thousands of Elves who’d come to recue Erin.

She gaped at Siss. “You did..this….as a… diversion….a distraction?”

Siss’ cross was being buffeted, too. Her face was screwed up in pain. “Right…now….I’m wishing…..I…..hadn’t!”

“Bloody hell, Siss, you….are just…..incredible!”

“Eulalia’s…. idea!”

Now the soldiers below were from Ystragarth. The living ones were, at least. Hengentre was bellowing “Surround those crosses! Protect them!”

Hengentre was there, in front of them. “You girls are fuckin’ amazin’!” he said “We’ll get you down in a moment!”

Barbaria decided that now was not the time to correct him for dropping his g’s. He’d done it all his life, he could do it till the end of his days, as far as she was concerned.

Then Roxie was there, and Blaire in front of her mother. Paul and a young woman of eastern appearance.

Roxie was weeping and laughing at the same time. “Mum! You’re alive! Oh, thank God, thank God!”

“Please…somebody….stop …thanking….God…and get…me down!”

But already some soldiers were digging out around the base of the cross, and others were doing the same for Siss and Erin. Barbaria shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as the nails came out, and then it was all over.

Holding a cup between her hands, she drank again. Roxie had thrown a cloak around her, Erin was sitting opposite, surrounded by Elves.

Siss shuffled over, and sat with her head on Barb’s shoulder. “What are you moping for?” teased Barb, “I was up there for more hours than you had minutes.”

“Barb, I just can’t imagine that…just those few minutes will give me nightmares till I die!”

“Oh, Siss, that was the bravest, cleverest, most incredible thing that anyone has ever done!” They hugged and kissed and wept for several minutes. Then she noticed that three crosses were still in place. “What about them?” she asked a soldier.

“Heidraenese scum!” came the reply. “They can rot there!”

“Oh, not the nearest one! He’s a brave man!”

The soldier investigated.

“Dead, anyway,” he said.
 
Wragg134 said:
Word spread through the camp like wildfire. “They are going to crucify Penelope!” Men, who’d thought they could now die happy because they’d seen Barbaria on her cross, and who then had had the unbelievable bonus of seeing Erin crucified with her, could not believe that the beautiful Queen of Aestrador was now going to be crucified too! This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, never, ever was such a scene likely to be repeated. Fights broke out for the spots offering the best view.

There was something of a traffic jam in the camp, but with some difficulty Apostate managed to get his cart through the crowds to the crucifixion ground. Apostate, too, was smiling. This was beyond his wildest dreams.

The Jedakk Special was a masterpiece of Heidraenese carpentry, requiring the construction of perfect joints. Not for Little Siss the standard stipes and patibulum, this was a giant X-cross mounted on a vertical post. The victim would be spread-eagled upon it, wide open for all to see. Barbaria thought it looked dreadful.

Sciuridan spoke. “The trouble with Aestria is that there has been a complete breakdown in good order! We have queens and priestesses who appear to believe that kings and princes are there merest lackeys to be ordered about as they please!” He appeared to have forgotten about the Dark Princess. “Gentlemen, we are building a new Aestria, one where women know their place, a land of order and certainty!”

He got a cheer for that. Barbaria seethed.

“These women.,” continued Sciuridan, “ are the worst example of their kind. Today, at this very moment, in fact, we can send a message to all the women of Aestria, so that they will forevermore give respect to those in charge! Crucify her!”
Apostate began to pull at Siss’ clothes. She shook him off. “Presumably, you believe that your ‘lackeys’ are capable of undressing? You’re not thinking of closing the strip clubs, I’m certain of that.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement as Siss gradually undressed. Barbaria wondered what on earth she was doing, was she positively trying to give these men a treat?

They cheered as her shift came off, revealing those wonderful breasts, and shrieked their approval as she pushed her loincloth down, and stood, nude, but erect, and poised.

“Oh, for God’s sake, this is an execution, not entertainment! Sciuridan was exasperated. Will you please get her on that cross NOW!”

Apostate and Ascanio needed no second bidding. They grabbed Siss, and manhandled her towards the cross. She looked at it, and then the fear came into her eyes. “Could you…..just use ropes?” She looked up at Barbarian and Erin’s spikes, she wasn’t hopeful. Apostate held a huge spike in front of her face. “These are our ropes!”

Siss groaned. So did Barbaria.

“Try and be brave, Siss!” she called. Her sister’s crucifixion now seemed inevitable. Barb’s eyes overflowed with tears.
Ascanio reached down and took her by the back of the knees, Apostate under her arms, and they carried her , holding her over the cross for a moment, then lowered her body into position.

Ascanio stretched out her right arm and held it in position, as Apostate touched her wrist with the sharp end of the spike, then brought his mallet down in a single confident stroke. The nail travelled fully two inches through her wrist and into the wood.

Siss stared at the nail in apparent astonishment, and then the pain hit her and her scream froze Barbaria’s blood. “Siss! Oh Siss! WHY did you have to goad him so?”

Four or five more strokes and the nail was home, Siss writhed and kicked, howled and screamed.

Apostate passed the mallet to Ascanio. “Do you want a go?”

“Very much! Thank you!”

So it was Apostate who stretched out her left arm. Siss, by now, appeared to have concluded that this wasn’t such a good idea after all. In her panic, as they were preparing to double her agony she screamed “Sciuridan! No! I’m sorry!”

Barb understood. The pain of crucifixion is beyond your worst nightmares. The pain and the panic means that you will say anything to stop it.

But Sciuridan just grinned. “Too late!” He nodded to Ascanio, who brought the mallet crashing down.

“Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!”

Her feet were next. Barbaria, and hundreds of others, saw her labia parted as her feet were dragged out onto the X cross.

Again, Apostate and Ascanio took one foot each, as Siss tried to keep her knees together, they forced them apart, and then nailed them apart.

Sciuridan liked his lips. Her opened cunt looked very inviting.

“SCIURIDAN!!! What the FUCK are you doing? That’s my WIFE!!!”

“Oh, Xsordon, better late than never! Doing you a favour, aren’t I? No more henpecking?”

“Don’t be stupid, I love her – look at her – who wouldn’t? Let her go NOW!!”

“She was the last person who tried to give me orders…..Apostate – have we any more crosses?”

“Yes, Sire, plenty!”

Xsordon was outraged. “You wouldn’t DARE!”

“Funny that, she also tried to lecture me on what I dare or dare not do…”

“Do you want the support of my army, or not?”

“Your army will support me for the simple reason that that is the only way to avoid being crushed by me! Come on, Apostate, what are you waiting for, man? Raise her!”

Fine piece of carpentry though it was, the Jedakk special is incredibly heavy, and the two executioners needed a great deal of help to get it upright, subjecting Siss to a very rough ride on the way, and it literally slammed into the hole.
Siss was gasping in pain as they got it upright. “Oh….my…GOD! I never realised it ….would be….this bad!”

“Siss! Why? You…..silly….girl!”

Erin said, very quietly, “I think….I….can see…..why!”
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“Siss! Why? You…..silly….girl!”

AWAYS SILLY

Erin said, very quietly, “I think….I….can see…..why!”

I DON'T....WHY?
 
Barbaria1 said:

Erin said, very quietly, “I think….I….can see…..why!”

I DON'T....WHY?
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Sorry Barb, our posts 'crossed'

Now you should see why :rolleyes:

Is it just me, whenever I paste anything in from Word I have to go through and put the paragraph spacings in all over again? :mad:
 
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