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The Competition
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
Oh god(ess)!
That repulsive man,and his horrible fingers!
He makes me feel sick!
But, I cannot deny it, all of this excites me too!
The exposure, and the cross to come.
I am a sinner, I deserve my punishment
Don't despair... You will get your wish!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
That was what I dreaded the most ! This kind of naive girl could be a worse opponent than the other'ones : with her gentle face (" Qu'on lui donnerait le Bon Dieu sans confession !" =Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth or = she's a perfect little angel )
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !!!
Pfuuuuuuuuuuu !...Tree, give me another one .....
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gif ......... and this is for the Cardinal !
RacingRodent
Consul
Just keep the pack, Messa...That was what I dreaded the most ! This kind of naive girl could be a worse opponent than the other'ones : with her gentle face (" Qu'on lui donnerait le Bon Dieu sans confession !" =Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth or = she's a perfect little angel )
Nothing bad could never happen to her ! She'll say again :"I'm a novice, I've no chance" !
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !!! View attachment 302984 Pfuuuuuuuuuuu !
...Tree, give me another one ..... View attachment 302985 gif ........View attachment 302986 gif ......
... and this is for the Cardinal !
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That was what I dreaded the most ! This kind of naive girl could be a worse opponent than the other'ones : with her gentle face (" Qu'on lui donnerait le Bon Dieu sans confession !" =Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth or = she's a perfect little angel )
Nothing bad could never happen to her ! She'll say again :"I'm a novice, I've no chance" !
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr !!! View attachment 302984 Pfuuuuuuuuuuu !
...Tree, give me another one ..... View attachment 302985 gif ........View attachment 302986 gif ......
... and this is for the Cardinal !
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Messa likes to keep a close eye on the competition
Beware of those who famously say "I am a novice, I have no choice."
....and keep an eye on that lecherous Cardinal too!
'Well if that don't beat all... First Novice Barb and Sister Kathleen conspire to help Barb escape and let one little 'Frenchie' show up and all they can think about is how to win..'Messa likes to keep a close eye on the competition
Beware of those who famously say "I am a novice, I have no choice."
....and keep an eye on that lecherous Cardinal too! View attachment 302996
Tree Dad
The old man seems to be following this closely ... must not have anything better to do?
Why don't you invite him down to the Tree House once in a while, son ...
maybe to sit on the deck smoking Wu's and swilling Seagram's while watching the girls you 
or maybe challenge him to a little game of lawn darts ...
or you could take him him hunting? 
It's veterans day today. Show the old warrior a little fun.
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Nina?
M
montycrusto
Guest
Tree doesn't drive foreign car and trucks...The old man seems to be following this closely ... must not have anything better to do?
Why don't you invite him down to the Tree House once in a while, son ...
View attachment 303044 maybe to sit on the deck smoking Wu's and swilling Seagram's while watching the girls youhiredforced to rake the lawn ...
View attachment 303043 or maybe challenge him to a little game of lawn darts ...
View attachment 303042 or you could take him him hunting?
View attachment 303045 It's veterans day today. Show the old warrior a little fun.
Tree
...what Ulrika??? The Subaru WRX??? Yeah but GM owned Subaru at the time...
M
montycrusto
Guest
Cardinal Da Finci, responsible for managing the Pope's twitter account
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Thessela
Beloved slavegirl
or possibly excites you
It is so confusing.
My heart beats faster, my skin tingles when she looks at me that way.
I am sure it must be fear!
From the outside I am so quiet.
But inside I am boiling -it must be fear of what is coming......
Fear of them exposing me, touching me, crucifying me!
How could this excite me?
M
montycrusto
Guest
Messaline with smoking hotness,
Caught the Cardinal's attention.
Thessela of virtue spotless,
Should not pass without a mention.
Eulalia and her stirling Scotness,
Might be stronger than the French 'un.
Alas, poor Barbara! She must find
Some trick to change the churchman's mind...
Caught the Cardinal's attention.
Thessela of virtue spotless,
Should not pass without a mention.
Eulalia and her stirling Scotness,
Might be stronger than the French 'un.
Alas, poor Barbara! She must find
Some trick to change the churchman's mind...
mongo
Governor
youre going to be set up above us all bBitchAre you setting me up?
To say ...
YOU NAILED IT???
CLANG CLANG CLANG The hammers smashing
Spikes right through your hands and feet.
You will shriek and scream,
As youre fastened to the beam
And hoisted to the sky
By the laughing vicious evil team
14. Thessela passed by us looking dejected and shaken, pathetically clutching the torn remains of her shift and loincloth in both hands against her crotch. The Abbess of Threepwood walked alongside, arm wrapped consolingly around the shoulders of the distraught young novice.
"Good of you to refrain from trying to trip them Barb," whispered Sister Kathleen behind a raised hand.
"No, that would have been like kicking a puppy, wouldn't it?" I replied softly.
Kathleen leaned back and said to Ethelbert, "So, what do we know about Crosshageul Abbey and this novice Eulalia?"
"Precious little, I'm afraid. The Abbey is rather remote, and few ever go there, and it has never competed here before. Rumor has it, though, that the young novice Eulalia begged the Abbess Alisa to enter the Competition. They say the girl is extremely disciplined. We tend to take a dim view of the Scots around here, I know ... they are, after all, barely civilized ... but this could turn out to be a bit of a surprise."
At first sight the Scottish entry was a surprise. The team entered the chamber with the novice Eulalia in the lead, followed at a distance by the unusually tall and lanky Abbess Alisa and at an even greater distance by the team's nuns and monks, who turned smartly and in unison to the sidelines.
I saw in Eulalia, as she advanced on the dais, a certain elegance and poise that commanded attention. She was also breathtakingly attired. Her cloak was long, bordered in gold and made of the finest cloth. But it was her shift that especially caught the eye. Greek or Roman in styling ... it was light and airy, with a deep plunging neckline in front held together by a gold pin, flared sleeves, underarm openings to reveal the soft side swells of her breasts, and gentle folds around her hips and upper thighs that danced and flowed with her stride.
Sister Kathleen and I just gaped, no words were expressed. The effect on the Cardinal and his entourage was exactly the same. They were completely immobilized at the sight of her approach.
Upon reaching the dais, she shed her cloak without being ordered to do so, and dropping to her knees she prostrated herself at his Eminence's feet, hands sliding out parallel to one another on the floor, head bowed between them with forehead so low it touched the paving stones, butt in the air.
As he looked down on her, admiring the perfection and symmetry of her submissive posture, her shift slid slowly from her hips, baring her back to near her shoulders and revealing the paired half-moons of her raised ass cheeks, framed and separated by the thin lines of a loincloth so small it almost wasn't there.
"What are you doing, child?" he murmured, face reddening.
"I pray a novice, such as I, am worthy of even a moment of Your Eminence's time"
Again anticipating his very thoughts and commands before he could even formulate them, she lifted her head, straightened up, undid the pin at her neck, crossed her arms in front and pulled the shift off over her head, tossing it lightly aside. Remaining on her knees, she bowed her head reverently, allowing her long brown hair to fall around her face and cascade over her breasts.
At that point, the Cardinal abruptly rose to his feet, and in an obvious attempt to appear in control of a situation he was not, stammered "Arise."
The novice made him wait a few seconds, then rose to her feet, while sliding the ties of her loincloth off her hips and allowing the flimsy garment to slide to her ankles before stepping free of it.
Then she stood perfectly still, back straight, chest out, arms at her sides, head bowed, while he made his customary circle of inspection, pausing behind her to cup and study her ass cheeks and stoop to peer between her slightly parted thighs.
No reaction ... she continued to stand perfectly still, chest rising and falling with evenly measured breathing.
He straightened up and came around to place both hands over her breasts, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, face redder than ever, eyes bugging out, mumbling incoherently to himself, lines of drool appearing at the corners of his mouth and spittle forming on his lips.
Alarmed, two of the clerics rush forward from the dais to support the Cardinals body as he began to paw at her breasts and convulse, gently but forcibly breaking his grip on the novice's breasts, turning him about, and guiding him back to his chair.
The rest of his retinue gazed straight ahead, trying to ignore what just happened, while his aides frantically fanned the old man's brow. Regaining a little composure, he waved Eulalia away with a dismissive flick of his wrist.
A hush of uncertainty and anticipation fell over the chamber ... as a seemingly unfazed Eulalia gathered up her clothing and calmly took her place with her Abbess and team on the sidelines ... and as one of the Cardinal's lieutenants, who had been taking copious notes on his Eminence's remarks throughout the "presentations," stepped forward on the dais and cleared his throat.
We waited for him to speak.
"His Eminence," he began finally, in an irritatingly high pitched voice, "has entrusted me with the reporting of the Competition scoring to this point. 'Performance Points' awarded to each team on the basis of the presentation of novices are as follows" ... long pause for theatrical effect ... " Crosshageul Abbey 14, Mont St. Michel Abbey 12, Cruxton Abbey 9, and Threepwood Abbey 8."
The chamber came alive with chatter as the Cardinal and his entourage rose in unison and filed out.
Sister Hilda was reproachfully agitated over the way in which Cruxton had been bested by both the Scots and the French.
"There! You see!" she crowed, "This just shows that Sister Kathleen is in way over her head here. She ought to be taken off and flogged for her role in the disgrace Cruxton has suffered this morning! If we are to have any chance of winning now, our effort should be placed in my capable and experienced hands, not hers. Give me the word, my Abbess, and I will personally see that we take the lead in this afternoon's scourging. I will whip Barbara in ways never seen before ... ways that are sure to draw the Cardinal's most favorable reactions! Just say the word, my Abbess!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Thanks again to Siss for helping with the plotting, writing, and editing; and to Tree for tossing me a couple useful lines.
"Good of you to refrain from trying to trip them Barb," whispered Sister Kathleen behind a raised hand.
"No, that would have been like kicking a puppy, wouldn't it?" I replied softly.
Kathleen leaned back and said to Ethelbert, "So, what do we know about Crosshageul Abbey and this novice Eulalia?"
"Precious little, I'm afraid. The Abbey is rather remote, and few ever go there, and it has never competed here before. Rumor has it, though, that the young novice Eulalia begged the Abbess Alisa to enter the Competition. They say the girl is extremely disciplined. We tend to take a dim view of the Scots around here, I know ... they are, after all, barely civilized ... but this could turn out to be a bit of a surprise."
At first sight the Scottish entry was a surprise. The team entered the chamber with the novice Eulalia in the lead, followed at a distance by the unusually tall and lanky Abbess Alisa and at an even greater distance by the team's nuns and monks, who turned smartly and in unison to the sidelines.
I saw in Eulalia, as she advanced on the dais, a certain elegance and poise that commanded attention. She was also breathtakingly attired. Her cloak was long, bordered in gold and made of the finest cloth. But it was her shift that especially caught the eye. Greek or Roman in styling ... it was light and airy, with a deep plunging neckline in front held together by a gold pin, flared sleeves, underarm openings to reveal the soft side swells of her breasts, and gentle folds around her hips and upper thighs that danced and flowed with her stride.
Sister Kathleen and I just gaped, no words were expressed. The effect on the Cardinal and his entourage was exactly the same. They were completely immobilized at the sight of her approach.
Upon reaching the dais, she shed her cloak without being ordered to do so, and dropping to her knees she prostrated herself at his Eminence's feet, hands sliding out parallel to one another on the floor, head bowed between them with forehead so low it touched the paving stones, butt in the air.
As he looked down on her, admiring the perfection and symmetry of her submissive posture, her shift slid slowly from her hips, baring her back to near her shoulders and revealing the paired half-moons of her raised ass cheeks, framed and separated by the thin lines of a loincloth so small it almost wasn't there.
"What are you doing, child?" he murmured, face reddening.
"I pray a novice, such as I, am worthy of even a moment of Your Eminence's time"
Again anticipating his very thoughts and commands before he could even formulate them, she lifted her head, straightened up, undid the pin at her neck, crossed her arms in front and pulled the shift off over her head, tossing it lightly aside. Remaining on her knees, she bowed her head reverently, allowing her long brown hair to fall around her face and cascade over her breasts.
At that point, the Cardinal abruptly rose to his feet, and in an obvious attempt to appear in control of a situation he was not, stammered "Arise."
The novice made him wait a few seconds, then rose to her feet, while sliding the ties of her loincloth off her hips and allowing the flimsy garment to slide to her ankles before stepping free of it.
Then she stood perfectly still, back straight, chest out, arms at her sides, head bowed, while he made his customary circle of inspection, pausing behind her to cup and study her ass cheeks and stoop to peer between her slightly parted thighs.
No reaction ... she continued to stand perfectly still, chest rising and falling with evenly measured breathing.
He straightened up and came around to place both hands over her breasts, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead, face redder than ever, eyes bugging out, mumbling incoherently to himself, lines of drool appearing at the corners of his mouth and spittle forming on his lips.
Alarmed, two of the clerics rush forward from the dais to support the Cardinals body as he began to paw at her breasts and convulse, gently but forcibly breaking his grip on the novice's breasts, turning him about, and guiding him back to his chair.
The rest of his retinue gazed straight ahead, trying to ignore what just happened, while his aides frantically fanned the old man's brow. Regaining a little composure, he waved Eulalia away with a dismissive flick of his wrist.
A hush of uncertainty and anticipation fell over the chamber ... as a seemingly unfazed Eulalia gathered up her clothing and calmly took her place with her Abbess and team on the sidelines ... and as one of the Cardinal's lieutenants, who had been taking copious notes on his Eminence's remarks throughout the "presentations," stepped forward on the dais and cleared his throat.
We waited for him to speak.
"His Eminence," he began finally, in an irritatingly high pitched voice, "has entrusted me with the reporting of the Competition scoring to this point. 'Performance Points' awarded to each team on the basis of the presentation of novices are as follows" ... long pause for theatrical effect ... " Crosshageul Abbey 14, Mont St. Michel Abbey 12, Cruxton Abbey 9, and Threepwood Abbey 8."
The chamber came alive with chatter as the Cardinal and his entourage rose in unison and filed out.
Sister Hilda was reproachfully agitated over the way in which Cruxton had been bested by both the Scots and the French.
"There! You see!" she crowed, "This just shows that Sister Kathleen is in way over her head here. She ought to be taken off and flogged for her role in the disgrace Cruxton has suffered this morning! If we are to have any chance of winning now, our effort should be placed in my capable and experienced hands, not hers. Give me the word, my Abbess, and I will personally see that we take the lead in this afternoon's scourging. I will whip Barbara in ways never seen before ... ways that are sure to draw the Cardinal's most favorable reactions! Just say the word, my Abbess!"
TO BE CONTINUED
Thanks again to Siss for helping with the plotting, writing, and editing; and to Tree for tossing me a couple useful lines.
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