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Princess Laetitia And Palace Intrigue

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thehangingtree said:
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.

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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.

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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.”

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“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…”

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A brace of Wraggs! :eek:

Could there be anything worse? :eek:
 
thehangingtree said:
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.

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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…

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Barb you should have confessed!!!!!!!!!!!
 
I am brought to court, though I believe this trial is a shame I really have no choice with my wrists bound behind my back. I am ordered to kneel before the triumvirate. I tell them to ‘fuck off’ and feel what feels like a Louisville Slugger snap against the back of my knees as if a major league player was going for homerun on a low fast ball. I kneel…
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The bastards untie the lacing that holds my gauze gown closed exposing my breasts.

“Barbara Moore, you have freely offered your confession to…”

“I DID NOT!!! I was tortured to confess” I scream.

“Miss Moore, did you confess” Prosecutor Jollyrei asks.

“Yes but…”

“Then you are guilty of all charges against you! I demand this wench is hanged by the neck until dead and suffer thirty lashes in the square the week before she is hanged” Repertor yells.

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This is not going well! My gown is ripped from my body and irons are locked about my neck, arms, and wrists. Monsignor Repertor declares I must suffer the whip. This is more than I can wrap my mind around!
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Yet the week before I am to be hanged I am whipped in the Brampton town square where ‘witches’ are being spit-roasted.

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-Barb Moore …is help coming?

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I tell them to ‘fuck off’ and feel what feels like a Louisville Slugger snap against the back of my knees as if a major league player was going for homerun on a low fast ball. I kneel…

Now THAT is very descriptive! Owwwww!

“Then you are guilty of all charges against you! I demand this wench is hanged by the neck until dead and suffer thirty lashes in the square the week before she is hanged” Repertor yells.

IMG_1438.JPG I think he just granted me a week to live. ;)

IMG_1439.JPG This thread will last longer than anyone expected, but it will come at a cost, of course ... namely, my poor aching back and sore tight little!!!!:confused::eek:

NOT FAIR!!!!!:mad:
 
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thehangingtree said:
I am brought to court, though I believe this trial is a shame I really have no choice with my wrists bound behind my back. I am ordered to kneel before the triumvirate. I tell them to ‘fuck off’ and feel what feels like a Louisville Slugger snap against the back of my knees as if a major league player was going for homerun on a low fast ball. I kneel…
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The bastards untie the lacing that holds my gauze gown closed exposing my breasts.

“Barbara Moore, you have freely offered your confession to…”

“I DID NOT!!! I was tortured to confess” I scream.

“Miss Moore, did you confess” Prosecutor Jollyrei asks.

“Yes but…”

“Then you are guilty of all charges against you! I demand this wench is hanged by the neck until dead and suffer thirty lashes in the square the week before she is hanged” Repertor yells.

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This is not going well! My gown is ripped from my body and irons are locked about my neck, arms, and wrists. Monsignor Repertor declares I must suffer the whip. This is more than I can wrap my mind around!
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Yet the week before I am to be hanged I am whipped in the Brampton town square where ‘witches’ are being spit-roasted.

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-Barb Moore …is help coming?

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Great story, with some awesome illustrations in this segment! :)
 
Barbaria1 said:
I think he just granted me a week to live. ;)

This thread will last longer than anyone expected, but it will come at a cost, of course ... namely, my poor aching back and sore tight little!!!!:confused::eek:

NOT FAIR!!!!!:mad:
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In nature there is an equal but opposite reaction... and yes the epilogue to this story is getting to be longer than the story!!!
 
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