At the height of the first assault a few guards and overseers managed to avoid the withering hail of bullets and mortar rounds. One of the ‘brave’ overseers bolts into the Scandals Resort replica of the Coffee Shop, run down the steep stairs to the subbasement, and dives into the civet pit where Thessela sits chained. She wipes her mouth on the back of her hand and unaware what is going on above asks “May I help you Sir?”
With a trembling hand clutching his .44 Magnum revolver he growls at Thessela “Like you could help me.”
“Sir, you are in a civet slave pit!’ Thessela says.
“Like I give a shit, slave!”
With her bowels full of beans Thessela shrugs, rolls her hips up while spreading her bum with her feet. She pulls the burlap pad she had been sitting away and says “But I do give a shit! I am a slave; I have no choice.”
With that Thessela lets loose and purges what seems to be an unending stream of If beans from her bowels that splatter against the overseer’s khaki pants and Red Wing boots. He points the massive handgun at Thessela and says “Slave you are going to pay for that!”
Thessela closes her eyes and in a futile attempt to shield herself, she crosses her arms over her face as she hears him pull the hammer back with his thumb. Before he can pull the trigger he hears a woman’s voice say “George, put that pea-shooter in its holster right now. I’d hate to waste such a prime batch of slave civet beans but if you shoot my slave I will paint that pit with your brains!”
He looks up and sees Melissa smoking a Madame Wu and holding an even bigger pistol than his.
As he holsters his gun he stammers “Um… Yes… Yes, Ms. Melissa… I… I am sorry… I just got carried away!”
“Honey, if you would have shot that girl you would have been carried away! Now be a good boy and scoop up those beans and put them in this bucket” Melissa says as she tosses a 5 gallon galvanized steel bucket into the pit.
The overseer looks around and not seeing a scoop or shovel asks “What am I to pick them up with?”
Melissa pulls the hammer back on her pistol and relies “You have two hands. Now, be a dear and hurry; the beans are best when washed and roasted fresh from the civet and Eulalia is already working the billows on the roasting fire.”
Face with no choice the overseer hand-scoops the beans into the bucket then carries them away to be washed and roasted. Thessela looks up at Mistress Melissa and says “Thank you, Mistress, for sparing my life.”
Melissa shrugs and says “Think nothing of it. You are an investment; I had no choice…”
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With a trembling hand clutching his .44 Magnum revolver he growls at Thessela “Like you could help me.”
“Sir, you are in a civet slave pit!’ Thessela says.
“Like I give a shit, slave!”
With her bowels full of beans Thessela shrugs, rolls her hips up while spreading her bum with her feet. She pulls the burlap pad she had been sitting away and says “But I do give a shit! I am a slave; I have no choice.”
With that Thessela lets loose and purges what seems to be an unending stream of If beans from her bowels that splatter against the overseer’s khaki pants and Red Wing boots. He points the massive handgun at Thessela and says “Slave you are going to pay for that!”
Thessela closes her eyes and in a futile attempt to shield herself, she crosses her arms over her face as she hears him pull the hammer back with his thumb. Before he can pull the trigger he hears a woman’s voice say “George, put that pea-shooter in its holster right now. I’d hate to waste such a prime batch of slave civet beans but if you shoot my slave I will paint that pit with your brains!”
He looks up and sees Melissa smoking a Madame Wu and holding an even bigger pistol than his.
As he holsters his gun he stammers “Um… Yes… Yes, Ms. Melissa… I… I am sorry… I just got carried away!”
“Honey, if you would have shot that girl you would have been carried away! Now be a good boy and scoop up those beans and put them in this bucket” Melissa says as she tosses a 5 gallon galvanized steel bucket into the pit.
The overseer looks around and not seeing a scoop or shovel asks “What am I to pick them up with?”
Melissa pulls the hammer back on her pistol and relies “You have two hands. Now, be a dear and hurry; the beans are best when washed and roasted fresh from the civet and Eulalia is already working the billows on the roasting fire.”
Face with no choice the overseer hand-scoops the beans into the bucket then carries them away to be washed and roasted. Thessela looks up at Mistress Melissa and says “Thank you, Mistress, for sparing my life.”
Melissa shrugs and says “Think nothing of it. You are an investment; I had no choice…”
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