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Princess Laetitia And Palace Intrigue

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thehangingtree said:
I look damn good in it but it is hardly appropriate for a dinner with an archbishop!
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“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.”
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AS-13-frederik-gravure.jpg The defamatory allegations regarding the archbishop's ancestors are bad enough.
He cannot allow any history distortion wth regard to his own impeccable reputation.
 
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In the dungeon time means nothing. I would routinely check the time on my phone. In the darkness of the dungeon I have lost all track of it. I am dressed in modest clothing from an era centuries ago. A sweaty muscular guard leads me through corridors and up unending flights of stairs. At the end of a long corridor with windows well above my head stands a monk in front of a heavy oak door. He says to me “Spare yourself the inquisition and confess to crimes now and pray for mercy, Barbara Moore!”

I look at him and scowl “I do not even know what I charged with and I am sure your charges are made up! I will not confess! Besides I am a US citizen! I demand to talk with our embassy!”

“We have diplomatic ties with the United States.”

“Don’t lie to me, you bastard! The US and the UK most certainly do have diplomatic ties!”

“Miss Moore I caution you on your language and am surprised you ignorant of the fact that Brampton is autonomous city-state sharing only the language, currency, and some land with the island nation. This is your last chance to confess or subject yourself to a holy inquisition” the monk warns me.

“I will never confess” I say with my head held high.

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“I warn you Miss Moore if you pass through this door you will not be taken from the chamber until this time tomorrow even if you wish to confess before then” the monk warns me.

Defiantly I say “Are you going to open the door for me or must I do it myself?”

The monk opens the door and with a nudge from the guard I walk in. Having interviewed Laetitia and reading the illustrated book “Princess Laetitia and Palace Intrigue” she sent me before she went to Brampton once I was accused I knew I had been set up and could well guess my fate. You may wonder why I would submit to an inquisition if I believe they will eventually force my confession. There are two reasons, the first being I am not just going to confess to made-up charges. The second is a perverse curiosity to find what it will take to break me. That’s the researcher in me.

Sitting behind a raised bench is Monsignor Repertor. He frowns down at me and says “Miss Barbara Moore, you have been charged with high crimes against the Brampton Diocese and the Cruxton Abbey of which there is near undeniable evidence against you. By entering this chamber you have agreed to submit to the rigors of inquisition to prove your innocence. Do you understand?”

“I do” I reply with surprising calmness.

“By law an interrogation by inquisition can only have on session.” My spirits soar for a moment as I think I can survive one session. Such hope is dashed when he continues. “A session can last until you confess or as long as one of two clerics is present to witness your inquisition. You should be honored to know that besides me Archbishop Wragg has agreed to be the other cleric witness.”

“I am fucking thrilled to hear that” I mutter.

“I didn’t hear you Barbara.”

“I said I greatly honored” I lie.

“As you should be- now strip and we can begin!”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“I said strip so we can begin. Do so now or it shall be done for you and you shall receive a score of lashes with whip before we begin!”

I undress slowly peeling off the layers of crude fabric. The last article is what I guess they used as an undergarment in its day. I slowly unbutton it and spread the front wide exposing my body full frontal nudity to the monsignor. As I drop it from my shoulders I smile wondering what the nuns in laundry will think the cum stain on inside of his cassock is all about.

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Monsignor Repertor is outraged that I smiled as I dropped the garment. He shouts “Seize this harlot and have her knee before me!”

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I am forced to kneel and the guard easily pulls my wrists behind my back and binds them with a rope that dangles from the high ceiling.

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“So Barbara Moore you think your naked body is something to be admired? Very well, we shall do so as you hang in strappado above us” the anger monsignor yells.

I look at the arched ceiling and see the rope that binds my wrist is looped through a pulley. Fuck, I think this is going to hurt- a lot!

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I look back to Monsignor Repertor and flippantly “Can we cut out the idle chitchat and get going with this? I need to call the airlines and change my return flights!”

“You are a brave but foolish woman, Barbara Moore. Hoist the wench up” he orders.

“I am not a ‘wench’, you sexist pig! I am a… SHIT” I scream as my feet leave the floor. Laetitia told me this hurt her a lot but now I believe why she said words cannot describe the pain.

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Oh god this hurts. Monsignor orders the guards to tie the rope off as I am to hand this was overnight.

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“NO, you can’t do this to me” I shriek as pain and panic fill me. But indeed they do…

-Prof. Barbara Moore

Tree
 
The fair and blonde are always the first to go ...

Dottie!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dottie??????????????????????

:eek:
 
thehangingtree said:
Brampton is autonomous city-state sharing only the language, currency, and some land with the island nation.
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The British Vatican.
a perverse curiosity to find what it will take to break me. That’s the researcher in me.
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A destructive self test. Very brave.
you shall receive a score of lashes with whip before we begin!”
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As an appetiser.
 
Professor Barbara Moore would spend the night hanging in strappado. Monsignor Repertor and Archbishop Wragg would take eight hour shifts watching Barb suffer. While the abbey outwardly appears stuck in the past half-millennium there are hidden modern amenities. Obviously running water, flushing toilets, and electricity have been added to the residents’ and guest areas. In the chamber of the tower where Barb is suffering her inquisition such modernizations seem to not have been extended. Even as night falls the chamber is hot and the air is still and humid. Barb sweats profusely. While she hangs from her wrists the two holy men have food and drinks delivered during their watch. Do not fear they are enduring the stifling heat Barb is. Hidden under the desk is a large register where cool air blows up keeping the clergy cool.
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I cannot believe my arms have not been torn from my shoulders by now. Laetitia had told me how she did not give into the strappado. I am determined to do the same but I don’t know how.

Morning comes and I still am suspended by my wrists. Monsignor Repertor looks up at me and says “Miss Moore, this is not necessary. Why don’t you agree to confess?”

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“I would rather die first” I groan.

“I’m sorry but that is not allowed…”

-Barbara Moore… send help!!!

Tree
 
IMG_1427.GIF I am determined not to give into the strappado! You strung me up in front of that window just to get that cool silhouette effect on my tumescent nips and tight little, didn't you? Well Monsignor Repertor and Archbishop Wragg, this girl has no intention of putting on a show for the likes of you! I am just going to hang here real still like. Damn I can smell those ham and cheese sandwiches. What kind of wine are you drinking? I am hungry and thirsty. How about getting me down and sharing? I can make it worth your while! I am already naked. Who will ever know, guys, eh? I'll never tell. And Tree has gone to bed!;)
 
Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 501765 I am determined not to give into the strappado! You strung me up in front of that window just to get that cool silhouette effect on my tumescent nips and tight little, didn't you? Well Monsignor Repertor and Archbishop Wragg, this girl has no intention of putting on a show for the likes of you! I am just going to hang here real still like. Damn I can smell those ham and cheese sandwiches. What kind of wine are you drinking? I am hungry and thirsty. How about getting me down and sharing? I can make it worth your while! I am already naked. Who will ever know, guys, eh? I'll never tell. And Tree has gone to bed!;)
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Whaddya reckon, Rep?

It's only a cheese and ham sandwich...;)

As long as we put her back properly Tree'll never know. :devil:
 
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