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Barbaria1 said:
Ok, as everyone is expecting, there is an escape plan being hatched, read on ;)

Episode 29.

They take me down from my phallic impalement on the Judas cradle, dumping me unceremoniously on the floor. I immediately curl up in a fetal position, cramped with pain, covered with blood, sweat and filth.

A guard is about to kick me when de Flebas, whom the Abbot has been given charge over me, steps forward to block the blow, knocking the man to the floor and admonishing Bernard and his men to treat me, now that I have recanted, gently and with a little dignity.

Grumbling under their breath and shooting de Flebas sullen looks, two of them stoop to pick me up ... one inserting his hands under my armpits, the other lifting me by the ankles, and doing so with exaggerated care. I groan and whimper as together they carry my limp body ... their heavy boots scuffling on the flagstones of the now empty torture chamber ... to the doorway leading to the stairway down to the dungeon below.

I sway from side to side as we descend, and wince each time my naked flank bashes into the hard stone walls of the narrow stairway. But at least we reach the landing below, where they toss me on the floor of a cell. Bernard kneels beside me and shackles my ankles together, withdrawing the key to the irons and dropping it in his pocket.

As Bernard rises, de Flebas wraps his arm around Arnaud's chief inquisitor and says with a genial air, "Come with me Bernard, there is something about which you and I need to have a few words."

"Yes, m'Lord,"

"And you two ..." continues de Flebas to Bernard's two henchmen, "clean her up, and remember ... be gentle about it!"

Then as he and Bernard turn to leave, I see de Flebas deftly slip his hand into the man's pocket, remove the key, and toss it onto a pile of straw in the far corner of my cell. They leave together, the sound of their footsteps receding as they make their way up the stairway to the chamber above.

The two brutes they leave behind wait patiently until the door at the top of the stairwell slams shut with a thud. Then, muttering darkly to themselves, they begin the task of cleaning me up, first by forcing me to kneel, shackled wrists tucked between my thighs and arms pressing my breasts together, while they toss buckets of cold water over me, one after another, until the last of the blood, sweat and filth have been rinsed away. I shiver and cringe between each icy cold blast.

Finished with their task, they look at each other, then look up the stairway, then at me with an expression on their faces that could only be described as malevolently threatening.

Working fast, one of them circles around behind me to grab a handful of my hair, while the other takes his place directly in front of me. Lowering his leather breeches, the second man takes his swollen member in his hand and begins waving it in front of my face.

On cue, the man behind me pulls my hair sharply and, as I cry out, the second man stuffs his rigid cock deep into my open mouth. I choke and gag as he pumps away and fills my mouth with his seed ... the excess running down my chin.

Then the man behind me forces me down onto my elbows. While his companion holds me firmly in place with an iron grip on my shoulders, the man behind places his large hands on both of my ass cheeks and, digging his fingers in, spreads them wide. Then I feel the blunt end of his engorged prick push hard on my anus.

"Please, no!" I cry. He laughs manically and continues to shove his massive erection hard up against the tightly puckered entrance to my hole. Bit by bit he begins to gain entrance.

I have little choice but to surrender, but the next thing I know there is a loud cracking noise and my assailant is lying on his side holding his head. An angry de Flebas stands over him, brandishing a stout wooden club. His companion cowers against the wall.

"I ordered you two fools to be gentle and treat her with dignity!" de Flebas explodes, glancing around, face red with wrath. But then he lowers his club. Reaching into his tunic he withdraws two full wineskins, and tosses one to each of them.

"Take these and get out of my sight! Get drunk, carouse, do whatever you want, but stay out of my sight until you come for her at dawn. Do so now, or I will have you both up on charges and flogged!" he growls at them.

The two of them are on their feet in a flash, beating a hasty retreat ... frantically pulling up their breeches as they stumble up the stairway.

Then de Flebas turns to me and removes his cloak, gently places it over my shoulders and tucks it around my body. He smiles, sits next to me on the floor and uses a corner of his sleeve to wipe the cum from my chin.

"Listen closely, Barbara de Moore," he says in a low but deadly serious voice, "Here is my plan. I have arranged to guard you tonight. Bernard has gone to bed. As you may have noticed ... I thought you did ... I filched the key to your leg irons as he left the cell earlier ... made it look like they must have fallen from his pocket. You and I will sit here together until the wee hours while you rest and regain your strength. See, I have even brought you some food and drink. Then, when you feel strong enough and are ready, I will feign sleep and you will take this club and give me a knock on the head ... not too hard, mind you, but hard enough to give me a lump. Then you will make your way to the top of the stairs, and go to the far side of the torture chamber. There you will find an outside door that is unlocked. It's only a short distance to the wall from there. Find a way through it ... that should be easy, as much of it was ruined during the sack of the city ... and go to the olive grove on the far hill above the river. Wait for me there. Once I convince Bernard and his men that you knocked me out and escaped they will want to run off to hunt you down. I'll tell them that I will join them as soon as I can do something for my aching head. Instead I shall find my way to the grove where you will be waiting for me and together we will leave this place. What say you?"
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Damn those two brutes, treating Barb in a very undignified way:mad: they should pay with their lives.
Way to go de Flebas, giving that one rat a taste of the club:), you did exactly what I would have done to those two:devil:
The plan de Flebas has devised is a very good one, I think it will work.
Get your strength back Barb, and get the heck out of there.....please!
I agree with Sir Wragg, we have an upturn in events:clapping:
 
Episode 30

As arranged, I sit quietly, feigning sleep. I am aware of Barbara moving in the dark, and I find it difficult to remain still waiting for her blow. I feel her come closer, hesitate, then I'm falling to the floor. She packs a punch! I should have a genuine lump from that strike, it leaves me light headed, but still consciousness enough to track her movements through slitted eyes.

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I watch in the dim light of the torch on the wall in the corridor outside as she slides my cloak off her shoulders, then bends over the bucket on the far side of the cell to wash herself. I can see so little, just dark shapes and shadows, a hint of breasts swinging as she bends over, the sound of water as it runs off her naked body. Even now she has a grace to her, a nobility. She will not leave until she is clean, until she has washed the smell of this place away. I hear the sound of water again, and the shadow moves. Their hands on her body, washed away. Their cocks between her legs, washed away. Her hand travels over that body, washing, soothing, giving her back some of her dignity. The shadow throws her curves on the wall, smooth, slender, graceful curves.

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Then she rises and pads softly over to me, bending to kiss me on the forehead. Her bare breasts so close as she leans over, I reach out then and gently touch her hip, warm under my hand. I want to hold her now, hold her and keep her here, but she must get away to safety. I resist the urge to take her right here and now, her clean smooth flesh so close . . . No! Later. There will be time later.

She stands, wraps my cloak around her body, and she is gone, moving swiftly up the stairway. The door at the top edges open, then closes silently.

I stay down for a while, where I am found by the guards. I explain that I was surprise by Barbara and that she has escaped.

The guards are not happy, and the Abbot is furious when he finds out. Bernard wants to blame me, but he was responsible for the keys, keys which Barbara clearly used to make her escape. We are both under a cloud, and I feel his hate filled eyes on me. He intends to redeem himself, and doubtless he wishes to do me harm, if he can. I must be careful.

The Abbot and his men hurry off to search the city, while I nurse my head. After they have gone I make my way in the opposite direction, towards the old grove. Towards Barbara.
 
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shastar said:
So erotic... :clapping:
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Thank you, Shastar. We wanted it to be more than just a litany of torture. We hoped that we could give you some humanity, some eroticism, something to show the good and the bad in all of us. There can be beauty and hope even in the darkest place.
 
Barbaria1 said:
How much did you have to shell out for a premium seat? :rolleyes:
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Well, it would have kept me in wine for a month. And the Abbot's not mentioned a refund, so he's confident they'll have de Moore to execute today.

They're all over the city, checking every building, every pig-sty, every midden. At least they know who they're looking for, we all got a very good look at her yesterday, naked in the market square. Very fine body indeed. Shame to execute her I suppose, and stupid to let those young girls of her's get killed, I'd have paid good money to have one or two of them in the whore-house.
 
phlebas said:
Episode 30

As arranged, I sit quietly, feigning sleep. I am aware of Barbara moving in the dark, and I find it difficult to remain still waiting for her blow. I feel her come closer, hesitate, then I'm falling to the floor. She packs a punch! I should have a genuine lump from that strike, it leaves me light headed, but still consciousness enough to track her movements through slitted eyes.

I watch in the dim light of the torch on the wall in the corridor outside as she slides my cloak off her shoulders, then bends over the bucket on the far side of the cell to wash herself. I can see so little, just dark shapes and shadows, a hint of breasts swinging as she bends over, the sound of water as it runs off her naked body. Even now she has a grace to her, a nobility. She will not leave until she is clean, until she has washed the smell of this place away. I hear the sound of water again, and the shadow moves. Their hands on her body, washed away. Their cocks between her legs, washed away. Her hand travels over that body, washing, soothing, giving her back some of her dignity. The shadow throws her curves on the wall, smooth, slender, graceful curves.

Then she rises and pads softly over to me, bending to kiss me on the forehead. Her bare breasts so close as she leans over, I reach out then and gently touch her hip, warm under my hand. I want to hold her now, hold her and keep her here, but she must get away to safety. I resist the urge to take her right here and now, her clean smooth flesh so close . . . No! Later. There will be time later.

She stands, wraps my cloak around her body, and she is gone, moving swiftly up the stairway. The door at the top edges open, then closes silently.

I stay down for a while, where I am found by the guards. I explain that I was surprise by Barbara and that she has escaped.

The guards are not happy, and the Abbot is furious when he finds out. Bernard wants to blame me, but he was responsible for the keys, keys which Barbara clearly used to make her escape. We are both under a cloud, and I feel his hate filled eyes on me. He intends to redeem himself, and doubtless he wishes to do me harm, if he can. I must be careful.

The Abbot and his men hurry off to search the city, while I nurse my head. After they have gone I make my way in the opposite direction, towards the old grove. Towards Barbara.
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Excellent chapter Phlebas.
Looks like the great escape is working to perfection.
I agree with Shastar, a very erotic episode, very detailed.
I picture the beautiful Barbara de Moore's silhouette like this.
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phlebas said:
Episode 30

As arranged, I sit quietly, feigning sleep. I am aware of Barbara moving in the dark, and I find it difficult to remain still waiting for her blow. I feel her come closer, hesitate, then I'm falling to the floor. She packs a punch! I should have a genuine lump from that strike, it leaves me light headed, but still consciousness enough to track her movements through slitted eyes.

I watch in the dim light of the torch on the wall in the corridor outside as she slides my cloak off her shoulders, then bends over the bucket on the far side of the cell to wash herself. I can see so little, just dark shapes and shadows, a hint of breasts swinging as she bends over, the sound of water as it runs off her naked body. Even now she has a grace to her, a nobility. She will not leave until she is clean, until she has washed the smell of this place away. I hear the sound of water again, and the shadow moves. Their hands on her body, washed away. Their cocks between her legs, washed away. Her hand travels over that body, washing, soothing, giving her back some of her dignity. The shadow throws her curves on the wall, smooth, slender, graceful curves.

Then she rises and pads softly over to me, bending to kiss me on the forehead. Her bare breasts so close as she leans over, I reach out then and gently touch her hip, warm under my hand. I want to hold her now, hold her and keep her here, but she must get away to safety. I resist the urge to take her right here and now, her clean smooth flesh so close . . . No! Later. There will be time later.

She stands, wraps my cloak around her body, and she is gone, moving swiftly up the stairway. The door at the top edges open, then closes silently.

I stay down for a while, where I am found by the guards. I explain that I was surprise by Barbara and that she has escaped.

The guards are not happy, and the Abbot is furious when he finds out. Bernard wants to blame me, but he was responsible for the keys, keys which Barbara clearly used to make her escape. We are both under a cloud, and I feel his hate filled eyes on me. He intends to redeem himself, and doubtless he wishes to do me harm, if he can. I must be careful.

The Abbot and his men hurry off to search the city, while I nurse my head. After they have gone I make my way in the opposite direction, towards the old grove. Towards Barbara.
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Episode 31.

I pick my way slowly through Beziers, headed for the olive grove on the other side of the river. It is still dark ... well before sunrise ... and the lanes and alleys of the sacked city are littered with debris, and much to my horror and disgust, decomposing bodies.

I stumble along, trying not to retch at the stench that assaults my senses, until at last I reach the town wall. I follow it's course until I come to a breach and slip through onto the cool dewy grass on the far side. The dew feels good on my bare feet as I run to the river's edge and follow it to a small wooden bridge, used mostly by those who tend the fields, vineyards and olive groves on the other side.

Apprehensively I crouch near the bridge and peer through the darkness across its narrow span. Nothing stirs. Satisfied I get up and quickly cross over. From there it is only a short distance to the grove on the crest of the hill, where my rendezvous with de Flebas is to take place. I traverse the distance swiftly, heart pounding as I scramble up the slope to safety.

I know I must hide now and wait. I find a place behind the crumbling wall of a long abandoned shed and hunker down, poking my head up from time to time to survey the deep gloom of the grove. If only there was a moon, it would be easier to know of de Flebas' arrival. I wonder what could be delaying him?

An hour or more passes, then two. My mind swirls. I imagine de Flebas and I setting off together and reaching Carcassonne, where we would rally the faithful, and lead an armed host back to Beziers, determined to avenge its sacking ... I dream of us together destroying the hated and unholy Abbot Arnaud and his marauding crusader army.

As the first glimmer of sunrise appears on the horizon, I hear the sound of someone approaching...the snap of a twig, the grating sound of boots on a patch of gravel. Cautiously I peer out through the olive grove, shrouded in gray mists of ground fog in the light of early dawn. I see no one, but know that it has to be de Flebas!

But then more sounds ... many boots, gruff voices, the clank of armor and arms, the baying of dogs! It's not de Flebas! It's Bernard and his henchmen. They have found my trail! I duck down behind the crumbling wall, close my eyes and pray that somehow they will pass by without discovering me.

But it's not to be. As they approach the dogs begin to bay excitedly. Peeking out from my hiding place, I can see the dogs tugging on their leads, pulling in my direction ... and Bernard and his men quickening their pace to keep up with the animals. It's no use. I stand up and reveal myself.

Bernard shouts excitedly, "It's her! Seize her!"

His two henchmen, the same two whom de Flebas had sent packing the night before, pounce on me, knocking me to the ground. One of them has me by the hair and kneels on one of my arms, while the other grabs my free wrist with one hand, pinning it down while he opens the front of the cloak that de Flebas had given me back in the dungeon with his other, baring my breasts.

Bernard stands over me and mutters something about unfinished business. Kneeling down and forcing my legs apart, he opens my cloak the rest of the way, falls upon me and takes me swiftly. I offer no resistance. Being violated has by this time lost all meaning for me. I just want it to be over quickly. He thrusts and thrusts and then grunts his satisfaction. Then he is off of me only to be replaced by each of his two henchmen in turn.

When they have had their fill, they get me on my feet. My cloak is tossed aside, and I am trussed naked to a wooden pole taken from the sagging roof of the hut and placed across my shoulders. My arms are stretched out along the length of the pole and bound to it at my wrists.

"The Abbot awaits your return for execution," Bernard tells me smugly. "Back to town now. Get moving! We'll make a show of it!"

He fits a noose over my head, takes hold of the loose end of the rope and guides me out of the grove and onto a rutted track leading back to Beziers. I stagger forward awkwardly, head down, eyes on the ground beneath my feet. The two guards fall in on either side of me; hitching up their breeches, smiling smugly and giving each other a congratulatory smack on the back.

We haven't gone fifty paces before I hear Bernard chortle, "Well will you look at who has turned up now? I wonder how you knew just where to find us, de Flebas?"

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Barbaria1 said:
Episode 31.

I pick my way slowly through Beziers, headed for the olive grove on the other side of the river. It is still dark ... well before sunrise ... and the lanes and alleys of the sacked city are littered with debris, and much to my horror and disgust, decomposing bodies.

I stumble along, trying not to retch at the stench that assaults my senses, until at last I reach the town wall. I follow it's course until I come to a breach and slip through onto the cool dewy grass on the far side. The dew feels good on my bare feet as I run to the river's edge and follow it to a small wooden bridge, used mostly by those who tend the fields, vineyards and olive groves on the other side.

Apprehensively I crouch near the bridge and peer through the darkness across its narrow span. Nothing stirs. Satisfied I get up and quickly cross over. From there it is only a short distance to the grove on the crest of the hill, where my rendezvous with de Flebas is to take place. I traverse the distance swiftly, heart pounding as I scramble up the slope to safety.

I know I must hide now and wait. I find a place behind the crumbling wall of a long abandoned shed and hunker down, poking my head up from time to time to survey the deep gloom of the grove. If only there was a moon, it would be easier to know of de Flebas' arrival. I wonder what could be delaying him?

An hour or more passes, then two. My mind swirls. I imagine de Flebas and I setting off together and reaching Carcassonne, where we would rally the faithful, and lead an armed host back to Beziers, determined to avenge its sacking ... I dream of us together destroying the hated and unholy Abbot Arnaud and his marauding crusader army.

As the first glimmer of sunrise appears on the horizon, I hear the sound of someone approaching...the snap of a twig, the grating sound of boots on a patch of gravel. Cautiously I peer out through the olive grove, shrouded in gray mists of ground fog in the light of early dawn. I see no one, but know that it has to be de Flebas!

But then more sounds ... many boots, gruff voices, the clank of armor and arms, the baying of dogs! It's not de Flebas! It's Bernard and his henchmen. They have found my trail! I duck down behind the crumbling wall, close my eyes and pray that somehow they will pass by without discovering me.

But it's not to be. As they approach the dogs begin to bay excitedly. Peeking out from my hiding place, I can see the dogs tugging on their leads, pulling in my direction ... and Bernard and his men quickening their pace to keep up with the animals. It's no use. I stand up and reveal myself.

Bernard shouts excitedly, "It's her! Seize her!"

His two henchmen, the same two whom de Flebas had sent packing the night before, pounce on me, knocking me to the ground. One of them has me by the hair and kneels on one of my arms, while the other grabs my free wrist with one hand, pinning it down while he opens the front of the cloak that de Flebas had given me back in the dungeon with his other, baring my breasts.

Bernard stands over me and mutters something about unfinished business. Kneeling down and forcing my legs apart, he opens my cloak the rest of the way, falls upon me and takes me swiftly. I offer no resistance. Being violated has by this time lost all meaning for me. I just want it to be over quickly. He thrusts and thrusts and then grunts his satisfaction. Then he is off of me only to be replaced by each of his two henchmen in turn.

When they have had their fill, they get me on my feet. My cloak is tossed aside, and I am trussed naked to a wooden pole taken from the sagging roof of the hut and placed across my shoulders. My arms are stretched out along the length of the pole and bound to it at my wrists.

"The Abbot awaits your return for execution," Bernard tells me smugly. "Back to town now. Get moving! We'll make a show of it!"

He fits a noose over my head, takes hold of the loose end of the rope and guides me out of the grove and onto a rutted track leading back to Beziers. I stagger forward awkwardly, head down, eyes on the ground beneath my feet. The two guards fall in on either side of me; hitching up their breeches, smiling smugly and giving each other a congratulatory smack on the back.

We haven't gone fifty paces before I hear Bernard chortle, "Well will you look at who has turned up now? I wonder how you knew just where to find us, de Flebas?"

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Well, I'll give you points for trying... Better luck next time...
 
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