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Princess Laetitia And Palace Intrigue
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Geeze Jolly! Thought you were on my side!
Weak, tired, hungry and thirsty, Barb’s moment of triumph is short-lived. The guards strap leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles. They don’t bother to fasten her wrists behind her back since after 19 hours of the strappado she can barely move her arms. As a thick leather collar is a placed around her neck Barb’s eyes widen as two monks roll in a wooden pony!
“What is going on” I ask weakly as I fear I know the answer. “I thought I am done and have passed!”
That is met with cruel laughter as chains are attached to the front and back of the collar. Dungeon Master Loruxu gets so close to my face I can smell the wine on his breath. In low angry tones he says “Perhaps you missed that Monsignor Repertor is still here. Since you admired Laetitia so much the bishop and monsignor felt it important you experience what she did.”
I yelp as the two guards jerk my wrists up high behind my back and they are clipped to the chain. Loruxu looks up at the priest who nods then he nods to guards. The men have no trouble lifting me over the horse. I tried to resist but as weak as I am they easily defend my attempts to kick them in the balls. My efforts are rewarded by instead of placing me on the horse they slam me onto the ridge of the horse. The pain is so great I am unaware they are fixing the chains to the posts in front of and behind me. My ankles are fixed behind me in a way my legs would soon be cramping.
The horse is severe torture by itself as the wedge feels like it is tearing my loins from front to back. Add in the leg cramps and the way my arms bound after the hours in strappado the only thought filling my head is that I can’t much more. The heat of the room, my hunger, thirst, and fatigue are taking their toll on me and for the first time confessing creeps into my mind!
-Barb Moore, desperate…
Tree
“What is going on” I ask weakly as I fear I know the answer. “I thought I am done and have passed!”
That is met with cruel laughter as chains are attached to the front and back of the collar. Dungeon Master Loruxu gets so close to my face I can smell the wine on his breath. In low angry tones he says “Perhaps you missed that Monsignor Repertor is still here. Since you admired Laetitia so much the bishop and monsignor felt it important you experience what she did.”
I yelp as the two guards jerk my wrists up high behind my back and they are clipped to the chain. Loruxu looks up at the priest who nods then he nods to guards. The men have no trouble lifting me over the horse. I tried to resist but as weak as I am they easily defend my attempts to kick them in the balls. My efforts are rewarded by instead of placing me on the horse they slam me onto the ridge of the horse. The pain is so great I am unaware they are fixing the chains to the posts in front of and behind me. My ankles are fixed behind me in a way my legs would soon be cramping.
The horse is severe torture by itself as the wedge feels like it is tearing my loins from front to back. Add in the leg cramps and the way my arms bound after the hours in strappado the only thought filling my head is that I can’t much more. The heat of the room, my hunger, thirst, and fatigue are taking their toll on me and for the first time confessing creeps into my mind!
-Barb Moore, desperate…
Tree
we'll see...The heat of the room, my hunger, thirst, and fatigue, cramps and torn loins = confession?
Nope! I can handle it!
Sadly (or something related to emotion), I find myself in this story to be the prosecutor who, not to put too fine a point on things, got you into this situation. One can perhaps regret the requirements of the job, but the pursuit of justice is dispassionate. No one will be more indifferent than I regarding your ultimate condition of guilt or innocence.Geeze Jolly! Thought you were on my side!
That said, giving demerits to a humble official of the judiciary, such as myself, may constitute a breach of law.
In other words, you're in some kind of trouble now.
Damn right, Jolly! Set her straight!!!Sadly (or something related to emotion), I find myself in this story to be the prosecutor who, not to put too fine a point on things, got you into this situation. One can perhaps regret the requirements of the job, but the pursuit of justice is dispassionate. No one will be more indifferent than I regarding your ultimate condition of guilt or innocence.
In other words, you're in some kind of trouble now.
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
You'll be suggesting we tie her to the rack next.
That's nothing new eitherYou'll be suggesting we tie her to the rack next.
Look at the bright side ... at least it has polished smooth surfaces ... no jagged edges
Barbara Moore has not had meal in more than two days nor water or sleep for 36 hours. She has suffered 19 hours of the strappado. Now she has been perched on the horse for more than three hours. Except for placing Barb in strappado then mounting her on the horse no one has touched her letting her own body and gravity torture her.
I give up! Christ I am bleeding between my legs! I don’t think my shoulders will work again. If the only way I get to sleep is to be hanged so be it. These bastards that claim to be men of God are just lecherous bastards intent on seeing what I can take. They found it. Blood runs down the inside of my thighs and my legs barely sustain my body. I am brought to the table that Monsignor Repertor sits at. I say “Give me some water and I will sign you crap document.”
“You will get water when you sign your confession!”
The prick rattles a glass of ice water. I sign it…
He hands me the glass. I swallow the first gulp and take a second, swish it in my mouth, and spray it on Monsignor Repertor. I smile as he wipes his face. They take me to the dungeon…
-Barb
Her smile disappears as she is tightly bound and the rope that held her in strappado is knotted into her hair. Barb is raised again this time by her hair. A Judas Cradle is rolled beneath her. She screams “You can’t do this! I confessed!”
“You forget you were warned whether you confessed or not you would spend a day in inquisition. We have almost an hour to waste” Dungeon Master Loruxu says.
Damn did she howl…
On Skype Archbishop Wragg calls his cousin Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg of the UVM. He says “I told you she would break! How long did it take?”
“Just under 23 hours.”
Despard laughs and says “I told you she would last beyond twenty hours. She is a tough girl.”
“So you won, Despard. Do you want to see her hanged?”
“A bet is a bet. I cleared my calendar. I want to see her prepared…”
Tree
I give up! Christ I am bleeding between my legs! I don’t think my shoulders will work again. If the only way I get to sleep is to be hanged so be it. These bastards that claim to be men of God are just lecherous bastards intent on seeing what I can take. They found it. Blood runs down the inside of my thighs and my legs barely sustain my body. I am brought to the table that Monsignor Repertor sits at. I say “Give me some water and I will sign you crap document.”
“You will get water when you sign your confession!”
The prick rattles a glass of ice water. I sign it…
He hands me the glass. I swallow the first gulp and take a second, swish it in my mouth, and spray it on Monsignor Repertor. I smile as he wipes his face. They take me to the dungeon…
-Barb
Her smile disappears as she is tightly bound and the rope that held her in strappado is knotted into her hair. Barb is raised again this time by her hair. A Judas Cradle is rolled beneath her. She screams “You can’t do this! I confessed!”
“You forget you were warned whether you confessed or not you would spend a day in inquisition. We have almost an hour to waste” Dungeon Master Loruxu says.
Damn did she howl…
On Skype Archbishop Wragg calls his cousin Chancellor Emeritus Despard Wragg of the UVM. He says “I told you she would break! How long did it take?”
“Just under 23 hours.”
Despard laughs and says “I told you she would last beyond twenty hours. She is a tough girl.”
“So you won, Despard. Do you want to see her hanged?”
“A bet is a bet. I cleared my calendar. I want to see her prepared…”
Tree
He hands me the glass. I swallow the first gulp and take a second, swish it in my mouth, and spray it on Monsignor Repertor. I smile as he wipes his face. They take me to the dungeon…
That's showing him! Yay for me
So .... after 24 hours of torture I finally confess and THIS is my reward? Not Fair!!!!
And now someone said something about being hanged? Oh Shit!
That's showing him! Yay for me
So .... after 24 hours of torture I finally confess and THIS is my reward? Not Fair!!!! And now someone said something about being hanged? Oh Shit!
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
He hands me the glass. I swallow the first gulp and take a second, swish it in my mouth, and spray it on Monsignor Repertor. I smile as he wipes his face. They take me to the dungeon…
That's showing him! Yay for me
So she must be a lama or a camel. 
Oh, don't worry about being hanged... just because you confessed you still get a trialHe hands me the glass. I swallow the first gulp and take a second, swish it in my mouth, and spray it on Monsignor Repertor. I smile as he wipes his face. They take me to the dungeon…
That's showing him! Yay for me
View attachment 502435 So .... after 24 hours of torture I finally confess and THIS is my reward? Not Fair!!!!
And now someone said something about being hanged? Oh Shit!
Oh, don't worry about being hanged... just because you confessed you still get a trial
As if that will change anything ....