Typical bad aim....guys are notorious for that
Am I In? Am I in?
Um, no sweetie....you're fucking a pillow!
Man overboard!!!!
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Prince Shevak And The Dark Princess
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Am I In? Am I in?
Um, no sweetie....you're fucking a pillow!
Man overboard!!!!
Am I In? Am I in?
Um, no sweetie....you're fucking a pillow!
Man overboard!!!!
That is so funny Roxie..... sounds like its time to provide a little guidance
he's having a wee nap
Well, get your shit together man! There are ladies to rescue! A Dark Princess to slay! Fucking do something ya big lug!
YIKES...THOSE EYES....
RacingRodent
Consul
Well, get your shit together man! There are ladies to rescue! A Dark Princess to slay! Fucking do something ya big lug!
Ain't my problem, see my avatar
I imagine my stake in all this will be for the deep doo-doo but not right at this minute
Thanks Wragg
Ain't my problem, see my avatar
I imagine my stake in all this will be for the deep doo-doo but not right at this minute
Thanks Wragg
That's new? Should it be 'potent rodent' or 'potentate rodent'?
That is so funny Roxie..... sounds like its time to provide a little guidance
An early sexual experience. The guy was like an excited puppy! Slow down Romeo!
OK, there you go...just in and out, in and out. Got that? In and out, in and out. That's great! Go deep!!!
Such a goooood boy! Now, suck on my nipples and..
Oh shit, not again...!
Roll over chum! I'm taking charge!
An early sexual experience. The guy was like an excited puppy! Slow down Romeo!
OK, there you go...just in and out, in and out. Got that? In and out, in and out. That's great! Go deep!!!
Such a goooood boy! Now, suck on my nipples and..
Oh shit, not again...!
Roll over chum! I'm taking charge!
even funnier...been there
Snap out it Shevak! What's a lady gotta do to get rescued around here!
RacingRodent
Consul
Snap out it Shevak! What's a lady gotta do to get rescued around here!
Feed the squirrels or bribe the writer...one of those has been known to work but I am not telling you which one
Feed the squirrels or bribe the writer...one of those has been known to work but I am not telling you which one
An early sexual experience. The guy was like an excited puppy! Slow down Romeo!
OK, there you go...just in and out, in and out. Got that? In and out, in and out. That's great! Go deep!!!
Such a goooood boy! Now, suck on my nipples and..
Oh shit, not again...!
Roll over chum! I'm taking charge!
She's failing to ring the writer's bell at this moment, RR!
Over to you!
Shevak became aware of an enormous amount of pain in his head. Then he opened his eyes, and found himself looking up into a blue summer sky. Next, he became aware of movement. He was on a moving wagon!
He sat up, finding that his wrists were still bound behind him. “Wh…where am I?”
One of the guards, a sergeant, grinned at him. “Welcome back to the land of the living! We are quite a long way up the Aestral Pass!”
“Where’s Barbaria?”
“Still on her cross, look, you can just see Ystragarth from up here! See those five little dots, near the west gate? Those are crosses, and your Barbaria is on the nearest one to us.”
“Five?”
“Well, you remember the elf girl, brave but stupid? She’s on one, and then the men that King Sciuridan blamed for letting her get near him, they are on the other three!”
“But…..I was supposed to be on one, tomorrow!”
“Don’t be disappointed! You’ll be on one in less than an hour’s time, at the rate we’re going! And you get to keep your balls, at least for a while! Aren’t you the lucky one!”
“I….I don’t understand!”
“Her Royal Highness the Princess Brangwen has got a special job for you. You are to be the bait in a trap!”
Shevak didn’t like the sound of this, much. “Don’t call her ‘Princess’, she’s just my father’s bit of fluff.” He remembered how infuriated his mother had been when she first heard Brangwen referred to as ‘Princess’. “And what kind of trap?”
“Not for you and I to reason why, we just do what Her Royal Highness asks us to do!” The sergeant emphasised the title.
Shevak was silent. It didn’t take much figuring out. Roxie and Blaire were due to come back this way. They’d see him on his cross, alone by the side of the pass, stop to investigate, and be ambushed. He’d just have to endure the pain of the cross, and say alert enough to warn them.
By now, the wagon was nearing the top of the pass. Shevak was trying to work out when Roxie and Blaire might come back. Roxie and Paul had left at first light this morning, would they try a return journey this evening? Shevak thought it possible, but more likely that they would spend the night in Aestrador, rather than risk being benighted on the pass.
The wagon turned into the ravine known as ‘The Defile’. Even before the sergeant called ‘Halt!’ he knew this was the place. It was notorious as a place where travellers were attacked on their way over the pass.
Shevak felt a knot in his stomach. Was he to die alone, in this god-forsaken place?
The wagon pulled up at the side of the road. First of all, three of the soldiers checked the bushes to be sure that they themselves weren’t about to be attacked. A few birds flew out but nothing more sinister.
“Right!” the sergeant passed a pick to one, and a shovel to another. “Dig!”
“Why can’t he fucking do it?”
The sergeant’s eyes narrowed. “Because this man is a bit too handy with a weapon! If you fancy handing him a pickaxe then you’re a bigger fuckin’ fool than you look!”
So, they got on and dug a hole, then positioned the cross with its foot towards Aestrador.
The sergeant laid out nails and a mallet. “Right, let’s get this done!”
A female voice spoke from behind Shevak. “Yes! Crucify Him! At long last! I had to prise him away from his useless father, but now it’s just me giving the orders!”
Shevak looked round. There was the Dark Princess, and Tanda!
Shevak found to his surprise that he had an erection, but he didn’t really want to be nude in front of these women, nor in front of Blaire and Roxie when they came along. “Please…just one request….don’t strip me!”
The Dark Princess shook her head. “Not a chance. He must be naked.”
Shevak groaned as they started to strip him. When they got him down to his loincloth he noticed his dick protruding from the top of it. The Dark Princess herself pulled his loincloth off. “See!” She mocked, “you are enjoying yourself!”
Tanda giggled.
Shevak wondered if he could fight them, then he remembered the power of the Dark Princess. He sighed, and walked to his cross, and lay down upon it. His only regret was that he was to die alone, without Barbaria. At least she had Erin with her. He shut his eyes.
He felt the ropes go around his forearms, grunted as they were tightened. He tried to move his arms, and fought down the panic as he discovered that they were securely fastened.
He felt a tiny prick in the hollow of his wrist, and then his world exploded in a kaleidoscope of indescribable pain. He screamed, but part of his anguish was the knowledge that this was exactly how Barbaria had felt earlier when he had been forced to strike that nail.
The hammer blows were repeated as the nail was driven deeper into the wood, at the same time forcing his fractured carpal bones apart. Nothing in his life had prepared Shevak for this unbelievable agony. Then the nail was home, and Shevak, gasping, watched as the sergeant moved to his other wrist. How could Shevak endure more of this?
“No! Please! Wait! Just give me a moment!”
“We haven’t got all fuckin’ day…”
“JUST a minute, sergeant.” The Dark Princess broke in. “I’ve always wanted to do this…hand me that mallet!”
Shevak shut his eyes. He didn’t like this one bit.
He shrieked as the mallet struck his wrist, shattering bones.
“Oh, silly me!” chortled Brangwen. “You’re supposed to use a nail!”
“Why…..why do you hate me so much?” groaned Shevak.
“Because you and your slut mother have been trying to turn your father against me for years!” she shrieked. “And that ends…NOW!”
This time she had a nail. She smashed it, hard, through his already crushed wrist.
Shevak’s body arched and writhed, as he bellowed in anguish.
“Finish it!” she threw the mallet at the sergeant, who drove the nail home properly.
Then he pushed the wailing Shevak’s knees apart, and nailed his heels to the front of the cross, so that his penis and bollocks will be fully exposed to traffic passing along the pass.
“Come on, then, lads! Up he goes!”
Shevak was well-built, and the soldiers grunted as they struggled to raise his cross into the upright, but eventually they managed it. The sergeant filled in the hole with stone, and that was Shevak crucified.
Tanda said, "I think he should be noticed, Highness!"
The Dark Princess was delighted. Barbaria, Erin, and Shevak, all safely crucified. A great day’s work.
Tomorrow she should capture Roxie and Blaire. Killing them would complete her plans, but wouldn’t it be nice if she could also get Penelope and Messaline? Well, Erin had been a real bonus today. Perhaps she'd be just as lucky tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED IN "THE PERILS OF THE PRINCESSES"
He sat up, finding that his wrists were still bound behind him. “Wh…where am I?”
One of the guards, a sergeant, grinned at him. “Welcome back to the land of the living! We are quite a long way up the Aestral Pass!”
“Where’s Barbaria?”
“Still on her cross, look, you can just see Ystragarth from up here! See those five little dots, near the west gate? Those are crosses, and your Barbaria is on the nearest one to us.”
“Five?”
“Well, you remember the elf girl, brave but stupid? She’s on one, and then the men that King Sciuridan blamed for letting her get near him, they are on the other three!”
“But…..I was supposed to be on one, tomorrow!”
“Don’t be disappointed! You’ll be on one in less than an hour’s time, at the rate we’re going! And you get to keep your balls, at least for a while! Aren’t you the lucky one!”
“I….I don’t understand!”
“Her Royal Highness the Princess Brangwen has got a special job for you. You are to be the bait in a trap!”
Shevak didn’t like the sound of this, much. “Don’t call her ‘Princess’, she’s just my father’s bit of fluff.” He remembered how infuriated his mother had been when she first heard Brangwen referred to as ‘Princess’. “And what kind of trap?”
“Not for you and I to reason why, we just do what Her Royal Highness asks us to do!” The sergeant emphasised the title.
Shevak was silent. It didn’t take much figuring out. Roxie and Blaire were due to come back this way. They’d see him on his cross, alone by the side of the pass, stop to investigate, and be ambushed. He’d just have to endure the pain of the cross, and say alert enough to warn them.
By now, the wagon was nearing the top of the pass. Shevak was trying to work out when Roxie and Blaire might come back. Roxie and Paul had left at first light this morning, would they try a return journey this evening? Shevak thought it possible, but more likely that they would spend the night in Aestrador, rather than risk being benighted on the pass.
The wagon turned into the ravine known as ‘The Defile’. Even before the sergeant called ‘Halt!’ he knew this was the place. It was notorious as a place where travellers were attacked on their way over the pass.
Shevak felt a knot in his stomach. Was he to die alone, in this god-forsaken place?
The wagon pulled up at the side of the road. First of all, three of the soldiers checked the bushes to be sure that they themselves weren’t about to be attacked. A few birds flew out but nothing more sinister.
“Right!” the sergeant passed a pick to one, and a shovel to another. “Dig!”
“Why can’t he fucking do it?”
The sergeant’s eyes narrowed. “Because this man is a bit too handy with a weapon! If you fancy handing him a pickaxe then you’re a bigger fuckin’ fool than you look!”
So, they got on and dug a hole, then positioned the cross with its foot towards Aestrador.
The sergeant laid out nails and a mallet. “Right, let’s get this done!”
A female voice spoke from behind Shevak. “Yes! Crucify Him! At long last! I had to prise him away from his useless father, but now it’s just me giving the orders!”
Shevak looked round. There was the Dark Princess, and Tanda!
Shevak found to his surprise that he had an erection, but he didn’t really want to be nude in front of these women, nor in front of Blaire and Roxie when they came along. “Please…just one request….don’t strip me!”
The Dark Princess shook her head. “Not a chance. He must be naked.”
Shevak groaned as they started to strip him. When they got him down to his loincloth he noticed his dick protruding from the top of it. The Dark Princess herself pulled his loincloth off. “See!” She mocked, “you are enjoying yourself!”
Tanda giggled.
Shevak wondered if he could fight them, then he remembered the power of the Dark Princess. He sighed, and walked to his cross, and lay down upon it. His only regret was that he was to die alone, without Barbaria. At least she had Erin with her. He shut his eyes.
He felt the ropes go around his forearms, grunted as they were tightened. He tried to move his arms, and fought down the panic as he discovered that they were securely fastened.
He felt a tiny prick in the hollow of his wrist, and then his world exploded in a kaleidoscope of indescribable pain. He screamed, but part of his anguish was the knowledge that this was exactly how Barbaria had felt earlier when he had been forced to strike that nail.
The hammer blows were repeated as the nail was driven deeper into the wood, at the same time forcing his fractured carpal bones apart. Nothing in his life had prepared Shevak for this unbelievable agony. Then the nail was home, and Shevak, gasping, watched as the sergeant moved to his other wrist. How could Shevak endure more of this?
“No! Please! Wait! Just give me a moment!”
“We haven’t got all fuckin’ day…”
“JUST a minute, sergeant.” The Dark Princess broke in. “I’ve always wanted to do this…hand me that mallet!”
Shevak shut his eyes. He didn’t like this one bit.
He shrieked as the mallet struck his wrist, shattering bones.
“Oh, silly me!” chortled Brangwen. “You’re supposed to use a nail!”
“Why…..why do you hate me so much?” groaned Shevak.
“Because you and your slut mother have been trying to turn your father against me for years!” she shrieked. “And that ends…NOW!”
This time she had a nail. She smashed it, hard, through his already crushed wrist.
Shevak’s body arched and writhed, as he bellowed in anguish.
“Finish it!” she threw the mallet at the sergeant, who drove the nail home properly.
Then he pushed the wailing Shevak’s knees apart, and nailed his heels to the front of the cross, so that his penis and bollocks will be fully exposed to traffic passing along the pass.
“Come on, then, lads! Up he goes!”
Shevak was well-built, and the soldiers grunted as they struggled to raise his cross into the upright, but eventually they managed it. The sergeant filled in the hole with stone, and that was Shevak crucified.
Tanda said, "I think he should be noticed, Highness!"
The Dark Princess was delighted. Barbaria, Erin, and Shevak, all safely crucified. A great day’s work.
Tomorrow she should capture Roxie and Blaire. Killing them would complete her plans, but wouldn’t it be nice if she could also get Penelope and Messaline? Well, Erin had been a real bonus today. Perhaps she'd be just as lucky tomorrow.
TO BE CONTINUED IN "THE PERILS OF THE PRINCESSES"
"Well, you remember the elf girl, brave but stupid?"
Uh oh, Connie is going to get you for that one!
Great writing again Wragg....can't wait to see the princesses get their turn.
How did I miss this earlier? Another great chapter Wragg! But who is left to save the day?
All are crucified except for Blaire and Roxie...those two horny girls...what could they do?
How did I miss this earlier? Another great chapter Wragg! But who is left to save the day?
I can well imagine the two of you will think of something
shevak2006
Governor
Sorry, Barb, the suffering just goes on and on
Barbaria watched, without understanding, as Shevak’s unconscious body was loaded onto another cart, along with a cross, stone, spade, and a bag of tools. A squad of four soldiers also got on, and the cart departed along the Ystral road.
It had now been two hours since Barbaria’s crucifixion, but to her it felt like two days. She knew that sometimes people did live for two days on crosses, and when she’d stopped to think about it, she’d concluded that you’d just get used to the pain, and come to terms with it.
But for her the whole thing had just got worse. The nails hurt more than ever now, as her body had begun to react to the foreign material forced through it by causing inflammation. With an effort, she turned her head to look up at her right wrist. The spike sticking out of it still held a kind of dreadful fascination for her, as did the stream of blood running from it and along her arm. The whole area around the nail was dark blue from bruising, and she could see pus leaking out along with the blood.
As her left wrist screamed in protest, she rolled her head round to look at her nude, bloodstained body. She saw the ripples of movement in her breasts from the trembling of her shocked shoulders, and watched the muscles of her abdomen as her breathing came in short little breaths. She saw the sweat glistening on her body, and the flies feeding on it. She’d tried, once, to shake them off, but it had been a big mistake, one that she hadn’t repeated. Her gaze travelled on down to the nail protruding from her right foot, and then followed the trails of blood down the cross to the congealing pools on the ground.
She longed for death. This living hell was unendurable. Could she end her life herself? The only way she could think of was to bang her head against the cross. She let her body hang fully forward. Her wrists shrieking in protest. Now, all she had to do was pull back, hard, and smash her head against the wood.
Pull back against what? Two savage spikes invading crippled, red-raw flesh and smashed bone? She quickly discovered that such a movement was not only impossible, but attempting it hurt her more than when the nails were originally driven into place. She wasted precious breath by screaming in agony.
Erin was faring no better on her own cross. Erin was a fighter, and, despite the intense pain, she’d continued to fight her own crucifixion. Twice now, once for each wrist, she had taken a deep breath, and, gritting her teeth, she’d slid her wrist forward to the nail head, then tested the nail to see if there was even the slightest movement there – even the tiniest possibility that she’d be able to work it out of the wood. In both cases the nail had stayed completely firm, and it had taken her about twenty minutes to recover from the anguish that had resulted from these brave experiments.
Erin was a redhead, she avoided the sun as much as possible. Her usual haunt was the depths of the Northern Forest. Now she found herself out in the open, nailed nude to a dark wooden cross, arms outstretched, with nothing to protect her fair skin from the baking summer sun. There was no cloud in the sky, and Erin’s suffering would have been great if she’d just been tied to the cross. The cross behind her was burning hot against her bare flesh, her hair felt as if it were aflame. This was the very definition of Hell. She hung there, limbs throbbing, skin burning, and she closed her eyes and prayed for rain. Then she heard Barb scream; her eyes opened, and she gazed across at Barbaria.
“Barb?”
“I …. thought… I …..could….end….it. It…..just…hurts….too…much!”
Erin didn’t reply at first. Speaking was such an effort that it was necessary to say only the fewest number of words possible.
“Stay….with….me….Barb! Please!”
“Ohh…..God…. help….me! I’m…so….thirsty…..water?.......water?”
Erin, marvellous, indefatigable Erin, began to push herself upright so that she could breathe and speak more easily. She wailed and groaned as she did so, then looked down at one of the guards.
“Water! Please! Get us some water?”
Then, with another shriek, she was once more hanging on her outstretched arms.
The guard took his water bottle, and stood on tip toes, but he couldn’t get it near their lips. So he went off and got a ladder, and leaned it on the back of Erin’s cross. Then he gently tipped the whole bottle into her open mouth. Erin glugged greedily, grateful for this one act of kindness in an unbroken sea of torture. So grateful that she didn’t protest as he fondled her breasts, even though his hands felt like sandpaper on her sunburned breasts. She was in no position to complain, anyway.
He went off for a refill, and then repeated the process for an equally grateful Barbaria. As she felt his hands on her body, Barbaria thought ‘at least he’s chased off the flies!’
Sciuridan had departed immediately after Erin’s crucifixion, shaken by his near miss. Now, Apostate and Ascanio were back, and laid out three more crosses to Erin’s left. Moments later, the general that she’d seen this morning, and the two surviving sentries were marched out, surrounded by guards. It was clear who Sciuridan was blaming for the slip up.
“Squad – halt!”
This at least was going to provide a few minutes entertainment for Barb. Literally the only thing that helped, even though only slightly, was to have something to look at which took your mind off the maelstrom of agony in your own body.
“Strip them!”
The men whimpered. Barbaria knew how they felt. That moment when you are naked, facing your cross, is the moment when the awful inevitability of your fate comes to you. But for them there was one more terror - when there are already nude crucifixion victims nailed there for you to see, there is no doubt left as to what you are facing.
Soon they were nude. Barbaria reflected that it was strange that men facing the cross should be aroused, but sure enough, all three had erect phalluses. Then she remembered that she, too, had felt an erotic rush as she’d stood, nude, before her own cross. For them, however, it was more….evident. Barbaria was surprised to feel a drop of moisture on her own inner thigh.
“Crucify them!”
The general was first, and he screamed like a baby as the nails were driven in. For variety, Apostate nailed his heels to the side of the upright. Apostate considered this more painful than nailing the foot to the front of the cross, so having done the latter for Erin and Barbaria left him feeling that he’d done them a favour, a feeling not shared by Barbaria, who could have told him of the savage cramps he’d condemned her to.
The sentries were younger, in their twenties. They filled the air with screaming invective and curses, and it was possibly a good thing that Apostate’s mother wasn’t there to hear their descriptions of her. But Apostate and Ascanio went about their task quickly, and with obvious enjoyment, and soon all three were hanging, screaming, from their crosses.
Barbaria looked at the general with some sympathy. “Welcome….to….Hell!”
He stopped screaming, and looked at her. “Does….the….pain…get….easier?”
She gazed back at him, and shook her head gently. “Sorry….no…..it … doesn’t”
She rested her head back against the wood of her cross, and gazed over Erin’s shoulder at the walls of Ystragarth. Their new companions were still setting up quite a din, and her own pain was returning in waves, especially now that the general had focussed her mind back onto it.
The ramparts were still crowded, but Barbaria recognised one person, standing on a high tower. It was Eulalia. Seeing her there, and and having Erin with her here, on her cross just opposite Barb, sharing her agony, gave her strength. Hope? Not for this life. There’d been a brief flicker of hope when Erin had Sciuridan at the point of her sword, but Erin’s subsequent crucifixion had brought black despair to Barbaria. But Eulalia gave her hope of a better afterlife, and she could go there hand in hand with Erin.
As her head rested on her cross, Barbaria closed her eyes, and smiled.
Sorry Barb!
shevak2006
Governor
Well, get your shit together man! There are ladies to rescue! A Dark Princess to slay! Fucking do something ya big lug!
I guess I'm just a pretty face in this story! Sorry ladies! (Blame Wragg!
)shevak2006
Governor
Would have rather gone down fighting!
Oh well, the prince doesn't always come to the rescue, does he? Only in fairy tales!
RacingRodent
Consul
Would have rather gone down fighting!
Not even always in those since George R R Martin started writing them
