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Princess Laetitia And Palace Intrigue

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Barbaria1 said:
I thought it meant Barb Turns Over :rolleyes:
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Sure. We can mean that, if you like. :rolleyes::D
thehangingtree said:
is this 'British Trust for Ornithology' yet another secret society the Wragg family belongs to...
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What do you think "ornithology" is? You know it's about watching birds, right, and... oh, never mind. :doh::devil:
thehangingtree said:
“You are no better than them. Enjoy the show you bitch and have fun masturbating while you write you fucking paper!”
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Such language! So unsuitable for an academic study. :eek:

JOIN ME FOR COFFEE, LAETITIA. WE CAN DISCUSS THIS. YOU'LL HAVE AN OPENING IN YOUR SCHEDULE QUITE SHORTLY. :cool::devil:
 
It was a most gruesome affair. Unlike what you see in the movies it took Laetitia a quarter of an hour to die.
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Her final moments were horrible. The crowd seemed to enjoy her death throes before she hanged limp.

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What I would give to know what went through her mind! The phone rings and I say “Yes, honey, I am flying out tomorrow. I cannot wait to get back to civilization.”

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There is no internet here and the outlet fried my laptop the first day I was here. I package my handwritten notes of what I have witnessed and cannot wait to leave the abbey in the morning.

-Barbara Moore

So Laetitia surrenders to the noose. Professor Moore has done as much study as she will get from Laetitia’s execution. We do have to wonder who the ‘honey’ Barb was talking to and does she know the that the abbey’s switchboard is open only when someone can listen to the conversations?

T
 
thehangingtree said:
It was a most gruesome affair. Unlike what you see in the movies it took Laetitia a quarter of an hour to die.
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Her final moments were horrible. The crowd seemed to enjoy her death throes before she hanged limp.

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What I would give to know what went through her mind! The phone rings and I say “Yes, honey, I am flying out tomorrow. I cannot wait to get back to civilization.”

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There is no internet here and the outlet fried my laptop the first day I was here. I package my handwritten notes of what I have witnessed and cannot wait to leave the abbey in the morning.

-Barbara Moore

So Laetitia surrenders to the noose. Professor Moore has done as much study as she will get from Laetitia’s execution. We do have to wonder who the ‘honey’ Barb was talking to and does she know the that the abbey’s switchboard is open only when someone can listen to the conversations?

T
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Only the epilogue to go. Whew! At last a Tree story in which I was not executed (only stripped naked, raped and humiliated:confused:).

Better luck next time. :p:D:rolleyes:
 
Barbaria1 said:
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Only the epilogue to go. Whew! At last a Tree story in which I was not executed (only stripped naked, raped and humiliated:confused:).

Better luck next time. :p:D:rolleyes:
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...um...
Wragg said:
Three out of four ain't bad! ;)
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...well..

Lets just get to the epilogue...


It is my last night here and not a moment too soon. I have gathered valuable research but at the expense of Laetitia’s life. My computer blew up and instead of instead my research being safely stored at the UVM server my notes are on paper wrapped in my worn clothing. Now I am invited to a farewell dinner with the archbishop and some of his guests. I beg off saying I’ve nothing to wear but the butler Riff hands me a gown and says “You should flatter this. You haven’t much time to get ready. I’ll come back for you. It is not wise to keep the archbishop waiting.”

He leaves locking the door behind and I have no key! I check the phone and again there is no dial tone. There’s no cell service either and I won’t try charging it anyway after what happened to my laptop. I fix my hair the best I can and put on the dress. I look at myself in the mirror and cannot believe I can look at myself- I can see right through the cloth and I don’t mean I can see my nipples and pubes almost as clearly as if I were nude. I think I look damn good in it but it is hardly appropriate for a dinner with an archbishop!

I hear the lock and turn to find the butler standing all too close to me. I cover my breasts and bush the best I can as if I were nude and say “I cannot go to dinner wearing this. You can see right through it! It is inappropriate for meeting with the archbishop.”

“Nonsense” he replies. “A wise priest once told me that though he was celibate he was not blind adding somewhat crudely ‘it is alright to look at the menu as long as you abstain from the meat’. The archbishop is waiting for you. Let us not be late.”

As he leads me to the bishop’s private quarters we pass house staff and a few monks. Instinctively I cover myself until the butler sternly admonishes me say “You have been endowed with great ‘gifts’. Do not attempt to hide them under a bushel basket. That will annoy the bishop.”

I enter the chamber and suddenly feel like I am being graded like cattle. In a shallow arc there are 5 chairs with from left to right Prosecutor Jollyrei, Dungeon Master Loxuru, Archbishop Wragg, Constable Madiosi, and Monsignor Repertor. If I felt naked in this dress before I certainly feel more so now. I demand “What is this about?”

“Stand straight with your arms at your side” Prosecutor Jollyrei orders in a tone that made me believe it was in my best interest to do as I am told. I feel threatened and my fears are swiftly confirmed as a woman steps behind me and pulls the dress off my shoulders and it drops to my feet!

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I watch in disbelief as the minimal dress falls from body. I cover my breasts and shriek “Are you crazy? What are you doing?”

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Two burly guards grab me and in moments my wrists are in irons behind my back, my ankles are in shackles, and a metal collar with a heavy chain dangling from it is locked around my neck. Confusion and fear outweighs my anger.

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Prosecutor Jollyrei rises and says “Professor Barbara Moore, you stand accused of subversive activity against the Diocese of Brampton. Be warned this is a capital crime that could be punished by death! Miss Moore, how do you plea?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about!”

“We have read your writings Miss Moore” Jollyrei bellows. “They are subversive and inflammatory!”

At first I wonder how they saw my manuscript offline that it is then I remember the butler coming into my locked room. Feeling a bit panicked I protest “The archbishop himself gave me permission to interview Laetitia and witness her execution!”

“Miss Moore speaks the truth but not all of it” Archbishop Wragg says. “When you asked permission you expressed you wished to do so to research for you thesis, ‘the appropriate punishment for women offenders’. Instead you wrote some fiction of the harsh and unjust treatment of an unfairly condemned woman.”

“Miss Moore, we have strong evidence against you. It would behoove you to plead guilty of all charges against you, save yourself pain and suffering, and throw yourself to the mercy of the court” Jollyrei says.

“I do not even know the charges against me- though I doubt one is real- and have no hope this farce of a court has any mercy to spare” I scream.

“Though quite beautiful this woman tires me. Dungeon Master Loxuru, is the room prepared for this wenches inquisition” the archbishop asks.

“An inquisition… you can’t do this to me!”

Yet less than an hour later I have a rough-cast iron phallus shoved in my vagina and watch as I am locked in chains immobilizing me…

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-Professor Barbara Moore

Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
...um...

...well..

Lets just get to the epilogue...


It is my last night here and not a moment too soon. I have gathered valuable research but at the expense of Laetitia’s life. My computer blew up and instead of instead my research being safely stored at the UVM server my notes are on paper wrapped in my worn clothing. Now I am invited to a farewell dinner with the archbishop and some of his guests. I beg off saying I’ve nothing to wear but the butler Riff hands me a gown and says “You should flatter this. You haven’t much time to get ready. I’ll come back for you. It is not wise to keep the archbishop waiting.”

He leaves locking the door behind and I have no key! I check the phone and again there is no dial tone. There’s no cell service either and I won’t try charging it anyway after what happened to my laptop. I fix my hair the best I can and put on the dress. I look at myself in the mirror and cannot believe I can look at myself- I can see right through the cloth and I don’t mean I can see my nipples and pubes almost as clearly as if I were nude. I think I look damn good in it but it is hardly appropriate for a dinner with an archbishop!

I hear the lock and turn to find the butler standing all too close to me. I cover my breasts and bush the best I can as if I were nude and say “I cannot go to dinner wearing this. You can see right through it! It is inappropriate for meeting with the archbishop.”

“Nonsense” he replies. “A wise priest once told me that though he was celibate he was not blind adding somewhat crudely ‘it is alright to look at the menu as long as you abstain from the meat’. The archbishop is waiting for you. Let us not be late.”

As he leads me to the bishop’s private quarters we pass house staff and a few monks. Instinctively I cover myself until the butler sternly admonishes me say “You have been endowed with great ‘gifts’. Do not attempt to hide them under a bushel basket. That will annoy the bishop.”

I enter the chamber and suddenly feel like I am being graded like cattle. In a shallow arc there are 5 chairs with from left to right Prosecutor Jollyrei, Dungeon Master Loxuru, Archbishop Wragg, Constable Madiosi, and Monsignor Repertor. If I felt naked in this dress before I certainly feel more so now. I demand “What is this about?”

“Stand straight with your arms at your side” Prosecutor Jollyrei orders in a tone that made me believe it was in my best interest to do as I am told. I feel threatened and my fears are swiftly confirmed as a woman steps behind me and pulls the dress off my shoulders and it drops to my feet!

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I watch in disbelief as the minimal dress falls from body. I cover my breasts and shriek “Are you crazy? What are you doing?”

View attachment 500840

Two burly guards grab me and in moments my wrists are in irons behind my back, my ankles are in shackles, and a metal collar with a heavy chain dangling from it is locked around my neck. Confusion and fear outweighs my anger.

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Prosecutor Jollyrei rises and says “Professor Barbara Moore, you stand accused of subversive activity against the Diocese of Brampton. Be warned this is a capital crime that could be punished by death! Miss Moore, how do you plea?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about!”

“We have read your writings Miss Moore” Jollyrei bellows. “They are subversive and inflammatory!”

At first I wonder how they saw my manuscript offline that it is then I remember the butler coming into my locked room. Feeling a bit panicked I protest “The archbishop himself gave me permission to interview Laetitia and witness her execution!”

“Miss Moore speaks the truth but not all of it” Archbishop Wragg says. “When you asked permission you expressed you wished to do so to research for you thesis, ‘the appropriate punishment for women offenders’. Instead you wrote some fiction of the harsh and unjust treatment of an unfairly condemned woman.”

“Miss Moore, we have strong evidence against you. It would behoove you to plead guilty of all charges against you, save yourself pain and suffering, and throw yourself to the mercy of the court” Jollyrei says.

“I do not even know the charges against me- though I doubt one is real- and have no hope this farce of a court has any mercy to spare” I scream.

“Though quite beautiful this woman tires me. Dungeon Master Loxuru, is the room prepared for this wenches inquisition” the archbishop asks.

“An inquisition… you can’t do this to me!”

Yet less than an hour later I have a rough-cast iron phallus shoved in my vagina and watch as I am locked in chains immobilizing me…

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-Professor Barbara Moore

Tree
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I suspect he's going for the full house! :eek:
 
500829-5c303824998dffc4a0d68fc732e15297.gif Holy Shit .... I know all these creeps guys!

slave auction 045 a.jpg You added that bush, didn't you?

slave sale 53 A.jpg I wonder if things might have been better for me if I hadn't issued so many demerits to these guys?

chains 091.jpg Yuck ... I think this thing was already used on Dorothy ... it's all slimy!
 
Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 500843 Holy Shit .... I know all these creeps guys!

View attachment 500844 You added that bush, didn't you?

View attachment 500845 I wonder if things might have been better for me if I hadn't issued so many demerits to these guys?

View attachment 500846 Yuck ... I think this thing was already used on Dorothy ... it's all slimy!
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Notice Tree is not among these 'creeps'!!!

Yes, I added the bush... I am the 'anti-Nair'...

Demerits or not you would have probably faced an inquisition- but they might not be in such a foul mood...

Trust me if it had been used on Dorothy your pelvis would be split asunder!

LOVE

Tree
 
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