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The Perils Of The Princesses

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Shevak watched as Tanda removed first Roxie’s clothes, then Blaire’s. He had been right, they were both lovely, lovely women. Blaire had a slim, athletic figure, like a ballerina, graceful, and even in this situation, poised. Roxie had fuller breasts and hips, but her waist was nearly as slim as Blaire’s. Blaire held her chin up, standing defiant, but Roxie appeared to be very, very scared indeed, her breasts trembling, with Shevak before her as an example of what the Dark Princess could do.

Their naked beauty brought him not arousal, but despair. What had they, or any of them, done to deserve this? His mother was a lovely, lovely woman, now she was dead. Barbaria and Erin were lovely, lovely women, by now they either were dead or would be very close to it. Paul was a decent man, who’d been faithful and loyal, now he was dead. He’d said he was a sorcerer or something, not that Shevak had really understood, and, in any case, fat lot of good it had done him, or any of them.

Maybe Shevak could understand why she hated him, but why did she hate them?

The truth was that nobody now stood in the way of his father and his dark princess. He blamed her for all of it. Yes, his father had always been distant, and he was ruthless, as kings often were, ruling Heidraen with a rod of iron. But it hadn’t been until she’d come along that he’d become almost crazy for power, and uncaring about how much blood was spilt on the way.

And now she had the three of them completely under her control. Just a few short hours ago his biggest concern about Blaire was whether or not she’d marry him. Now, he couldn’t see how she’d be alive at nightfall, unless, like him, her lifeblood was flowing slowly down through gaping nail wounds.

Oh, God! This black, bitter, despair of agony, hatred, and defeat!

He watched as a couple of the soldiers tied Roxie to the wheel of the cart that had brought Shevak up to his own crucifixion. Arms and legs apart, Roxie was bound, spread-eagled, to the rim of the wheel. He knew what the Dark Princess would do – she’d recognised Blaire’s defiance, she was going to break her will, as she had his, yesterday, take over her mind and make her torture Roxie herself.

A stream of urine soaked the ground in front of Roxie. “Oh, no, please don’t hurt me, pleeeease! I’ve never hurt you! Please, just let us go – we’ll do whatever you want us to do, but please, please, don’t hurt us!”

Tanda had her fingers in Roxie’s pubic hair. “Nice bush, lucky girl, that’ll soften the whip blows!”

“Ohhh!” said the Dark Princess. “I remember Eulalia herself once told me of a solution to that problem!”

She strode up to Roxie, gripped her pubic hair, and pulled hard.

Shevak shut his eyes as Roxie’s screams echoed around the defile. “See?” said the Dark Princess, “Simple! Couple more like that and she’ll be able to feel the whip on her cunt!”

Tanda completed Roxie’s depilation, though Shevak couldn’t understand how Roxie’s screams didn’t deafen her.

The Dark Princess tossed the whip to Blaire. “There you are, Blaire. Twenty of the best, be quick about it!”

“Fuck off.” Said Blaire, and dropped the whip.

“Oh dear, going to be difficult are we? It’ll be your turn in a minute, it’ll be worse for you if you don’t co-operate!”

“You can thrash me to death if you like, I won’t lift a finger against Roxie!”

Shevak had experienced and seen Brangwen’s party trick twice now. Those eyes bored into Blaire’s. For about a minute, Blaire struggled, then Brangwen had her. Roxie stared at Blaire in uncomprehending terror as she stooped down, picked up the whip, and then, with deadly accuracy, it cracked across her lower abdomen, across her bleeding pubic area, and the very end of it left a bleeding welt on her labia. “BLAIRE!!!! NOOOOOO! Blaire? How could you! AARGH!”

Shevak knew that Roxie, under torture, wasn’t capable of understanding that Blaire wasn’t acting under her own free will.

Confusion, agony, and betrayal, these were the weapons of the Dark Princess.

Crack! Roxie’s beautiful breasts were bleeding, the whip had scored across both nipples. Roxie rolled her head and screamed “BLAIRE! LISTEN TO ME! STOP! STOP! AARGH!” Another blow, right across her abdomen “BLAIRE! PLEEEEASE!!! I thought you loved me?”

Tears rolled down Shevak’s cheeks. How can this fucking woman be stopped?

Eventually, it was over. Brangwen released Blaire, who collapsed, sobbing, at Roxie’s feet. “Roxie, Oh God, Roxie, I’m sorry! She made me do it!”

Roxie, bleeding, her body racked with pain, looked at Blaire. She spat, and a great gob of bloody saliva ran down Blaire’s face. Blaire looked at the Dark Princess. “You fucking BITCH!” She rose, and sprinted towards Brangwen, but Tanda stuck her foot out and Blaire sprawled on the stony ground at Brangwen’s feet. The sharp flints tore at her breasts, abdomen, and thighs.

“Oh dear, look at you, all bleeding, what a shame! Tanda, tie her, on her back, in the cart. She needs some…attention.

Shevak couldn’t watch. Where the hell had the Dark Princess produced vinegar from up here? He couldn’t see Blaire very well, but she was being thrashed, as Roxie had been, but then having vinegar dribbled into the open wounds. Blaire wasn’t exactly screaming, it was more of a deep throated roar as she writhed in agony and helpless panic.

Then, Shevak’s own wounds screamed in protest as a ladder bumped against his cross. He watched, spellbound in horror, as a hangman’s noose was tied to each arm of his cross. Two stools were placed beneath the nooses.

Shevak’s despair overwhelmed him. Roxie and Blaire had but minutes to live.
 
Wragg134 said:
Shevak watched as Tanda removed first Roxie’s clothes, then Blaire’s. He had been right, they were both lovely, lovely women. Blaire had a slim, athletic figure, like a ballerina, graceful, and even in this situation, poised. Roxie had fuller breasts and hips, but her waist was nearly as slim as Blaire’s. Blaire held her chin up, standing defiant, but Roxie appeared to be very, very scared indeed, her breasts trembling, with Shevak before her as an example of what the Dark Princess could do.

Their naked beauty brought him not arousal, but despair. What had they, or any of them, done to deserve this? His mother was a lovely, lovely woman, now she was dead. Barbaria and Erin were lovely, lovely women, by now they either were dead or would be very close to it. Paul was a decent man, who’d been faithful and loyal, now he was dead. He’d said he was a sorcerer or something, not that Shevak had really understood, and, in any case, fat lot of good it had done him, or any of them.

Maybe Shevak could understand why she hated him, but why did she hate them?

The truth was that nobody now stood in the way of his father and his dark princess. He blamed her for all of it. Yes, his father had always been distant, and he was ruthless, as kings often were, ruling Heidraen with a rod of iron. But it hadn’t been until she’d come along that he’d become almost crazy for power, and uncaring about how much blood was spilt on the way.

And now she had the three of them completely under her control. Just a few short hours ago his biggest concern about Blaire was whether or not she’d marry him. Now, he couldn’t see how she’d be alive at nightfall, unless, like him, her lifeblood was flowing slowly down through gaping nail wounds.

Oh, God! This black, bitter, despair of agony, hatred, and defeat!

He watched as a couple of the soldiers tied Roxie to the wheel of the cart that had brought Shevak up to his own crucifixion. Arms and legs apart, Roxie was bound, spread-eagled, to the rim of the wheel. He knew what the Dark Princess would do – she’d recognised Blaire’s defiance, she was going to break her will, as she had his, yesterday, take over her mind and make her torture Roxie herself.

A stream of urine soaked the ground in front of Roxie. “Oh, no, please don’t hurt me, pleeeease! I’ve never hurt you! Please, just let us go – we’ll do whatever you want us to do, but please, please, don’t hurt us!”

Tanda had her fingers in Roxie’s pubic hair. “Nice bush, lucky girl, that’ll soften the whip blows!”

“Ohhh!” said the Dark Princess. “I remember Eulalia herself once told me of a solution to that problem!”

She strode up to Roxie, gripped her pubic hair, and pulled hard.

Shevak shut his eyes as Roxie’s screams echoed around the defile. “See?” said the Dark Princess, “Simple! Couple more like that and she’ll be able to feel the whip on her cunt!”

Tanda completed Roxie’s depilation, though Shevak couldn’t understand how Roxie’s screams didn’t deafen her.

The Dark Princess tossed the whip to Blaire. “There you are, Blaire. Twenty of the best, be quick about it!”

“Fuck off.” Said Blaire, and dropped the whip.

“Oh dear, going to be difficult are we? It’ll be your turn in a minute, it’ll be worse for you if you don’t co-operate!”

“You can thrash me to death if you like, I won’t lift a finger against Roxie!”

Shevak had experienced and seen Brangwen’s party trick twice now. Those eyes bored into Blaire’s. For about a minute, Blaire struggled, then Brangwen had her. Roxie stared at Blaire in uncomprehending terror as she stooped down, picked up the whip, and then, with deadly accuracy, it cracked across her lower abdomen, across her bleeding pubic area, and the very end of it left a bleeding welt on her labia. “BLAIRE!!!! NOOOOOO! Blaire? How could you! AARGH!”

Shevak knew that Roxie, under torture, wasn’t capable of understanding that Blaire wasn’t acting under her own free will.

Confusion, agony, and betrayal, these were the weapons of the Dark Princess.

Crack! Roxie’s beautiful breasts were bleeding, the whip had scored across both nipples. Roxie rolled her head and screamed “BLAIRE! LISTEN TO ME! STOP! STOP! AARGH!” Another blow, right across her abdomen “BLAIRE! PLEEEEASE!!! I thought you loved me?”

Tears rolled down Shevak’s cheeks. How can this fucking woman be stopped?

Eventually, it was over. Brangwen released Blaire, who collapsed, sobbing, at Roxie’s feet. “Roxie, Oh God, Roxie, I’m sorry! She made me do it!”

Roxie, bleeding, her body racked with pain, looked at Blaire. She spat, and a great gob of bloody saliva ran down Blaire’s face. Blaire looked at the Dark Princess. “You fucking BITCH!” She rose, and sprinted towards Brangwen, but Tanda stuck her foot out and Blaire sprawled on the stony ground at Brangwen’s feet. The sharp flints tore at her breasts, abdomen, and thighs.

“Oh dear, look at you, all bleeding, what a shame! Tanda, tie her, on her back, in the cart. She needs some…attention.

Shevak couldn’t watch. Where the hell had the Dark Princess produced vinegar from up here? He couldn’t see Blaire very well, but she was being thrashed, as Roxie had been, but then having vinegar dribbled into the open wounds. Blaire wasn’t exactly screaming, it was more of a deep throated roar as she writhed in agony and helpless panic.

Then, Shevak’s own wounds screamed in protest as a ladder bumped against his cross. He watched, spellbound in horror, as a hangman’s noose was tied to each arm of his cross. Two stools were placed beneath the nooses.

Shevak’s despair overwhelmed him. Roxie and Blaire had but minutes to live.
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OMG this is incredible Wragg! The destruction of the lovers' relationship through their own weaknesses (Blaire's pride and Roxie's inability to handle pain/torture) is beautiful in it's horror. Blaire's total destruction is complete via her beloved's betrayal. It makes me so sad and that is a sign of brilliant writing technique!;)
 
cxslave said:
OMG this is incredible Wragg! The destruction of the lovers' relationship through their own weaknesses (Blaire's pride and Roxie's inability to handle pain/torture) is beautiful in it's horror. Blaire's total destruction is complete via her beloved's betrayal. It makes me so sad and that is a sign of brilliant writing technique!;)
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Sorry, Cx :( Sorry Roxie :( Sorry Shevak :(

Big sorry, Messa :( and Paul :(

Forgive me for my tortured imagination :(

:devil:

W
 
Wragg134 said:
Shevak watched as Tanda removed first Roxie’s clothes, then Blaire’s. He had been right, they were both lovely, lovely women. Blaire had a slim, athletic figure, like a ballerina, graceful, and even in this situation, poised. Roxie had fuller breasts and hips, but her waist was nearly as slim as Blaire’s. Blaire held her chin up, standing defiant, but Roxie appeared to be very, very scared indeed, her breasts trembling, with Shevak before her as an example of what the Dark Princess could do.

Their naked beauty brought him not arousal, but despair. What had they, or any of them, done to deserve this? His mother was a lovely, lovely woman, now she was dead. Barbaria and Erin were lovely, lovely women, by now they either were dead or would be very close to it. Paul was a decent man, who’d been faithful and loyal, now he was dead. He’d said he was a sorcerer or something, not that Shevak had really understood, and, in any case, fat lot of good it had done him, or any of them.

Maybe Shevak could understand why she hated him, but why did she hate them?

The truth was that nobody now stood in the way of his father and his dark princess. He blamed her for all of it. Yes, his father had always been distant, and he was ruthless, as kings often were, ruling Heidraen with a rod of iron. But it hadn’t been until she’d come along that he’d become almost crazy for power, and uncaring about how much blood was spilt on the way.

And now she had the three of them completely under her control. Just a few short hours ago his biggest concern about Blaire was whether or not she’d marry him. Now, he couldn’t see how she’d be alive at nightfall, unless, like him, her lifeblood was flowing slowly down through gaping nail wounds.

Oh, God! This black, bitter, despair of agony, hatred, and defeat!

He watched as a couple of the soldiers tied Roxie to the wheel of the cart that had brought Shevak up to his own crucifixion. Arms and legs apart, Roxie was bound, spread-eagled, to the rim of the wheel. He knew what the Dark Princess would do – she’d recognised Blaire’s defiance, she was going to break her will, as she had his, yesterday, take over her mind and make her torture Roxie herself.

A stream of urine soaked the ground in front of Roxie. “Oh, no, please don’t hurt me, pleeeease! I’ve never hurt you! Please, just let us go – we’ll do whatever you want us to do, but please, please, don’t hurt us!”

Tanda had her fingers in Roxie’s pubic hair. “Nice bush, lucky girl, that’ll soften the whip blows!”

“Ohhh!” said the Dark Princess. “I remember Eulalia herself once told me of a solution to that problem!”

She strode up to Roxie, gripped her pubic hair, and pulled hard.

Shevak shut his eyes as Roxie’s screams echoed around the defile. “See?” said the Dark Princess, “Simple! Couple more like that and she’ll be able to feel the whip on her cunt!”

Tanda completed Roxie’s depilation, though Shevak couldn’t understand how Roxie’s screams didn’t deafen her.

The Dark Princess tossed the whip to Blaire. “There you are, Blaire. Twenty of the best, be quick about it!”

“Fuck off.” Said Blaire, and dropped the whip.

“Oh dear, going to be difficult are we? It’ll be your turn in a minute, it’ll be worse for you if you don’t co-operate!”

“You can thrash me to death if you like, I won’t lift a finger against Roxie!”

Shevak had experienced and seen Brangwen’s party trick twice now. Those eyes bored into Blaire’s. For about a minute, Blaire struggled, then Brangwen had her. Roxie stared at Blaire in uncomprehending terror as she stooped down, picked up the whip, and then, with deadly accuracy, it cracked across her lower abdomen, across her bleeding pubic area, and the very end of it left a bleeding welt on her labia. “BLAIRE!!!! NOOOOOO! Blaire? How could you! AARGH!”

Shevak knew that Roxie, under torture, wasn’t capable of understanding that Blaire wasn’t acting under her own free will.

Confusion, agony, and betrayal, these were the weapons of the Dark Princess.

Crack! Roxie’s beautiful breasts were bleeding, the whip had scored across both nipples. Roxie rolled her head and screamed “BLAIRE! LISTEN TO ME! STOP! STOP! AARGH!” Another blow, right across her abdomen “BLAIRE! PLEEEEASE!!! I thought you loved me?”

Tears rolled down Shevak’s cheeks. How can this fucking woman be stopped?

Eventually, it was over. Brangwen released Blaire, who collapsed, sobbing, at Roxie’s feet. “Roxie, Oh God, Roxie, I’m sorry! She made me do it!”

Roxie, bleeding, her body racked with pain, looked at Blaire. She spat, and a great gob of bloody saliva ran down Blaire’s face. Blaire looked at the Dark Princess. “You fucking BITCH!” She rose, and sprinted towards Brangwen, but Tanda stuck her foot out and Blaire sprawled on the stony ground at Brangwen’s feet. The sharp flints tore at her breasts, abdomen, and thighs.

“Oh dear, look at you, all bleeding, what a shame! Tanda, tie her, on her back, in the cart. She needs some…attention.

Shevak couldn’t watch. Where the hell had the Dark Princess produced vinegar from up here? He couldn’t see Blaire very well, but she was being thrashed, as Roxie had been, but then having vinegar dribbled into the open wounds. Blaire wasn’t exactly screaming, it was more of a deep throated roar as she writhed in agony and helpless panic.

Then, Shevak’s own wounds screamed in protest as a ladder bumped against his cross. He watched, spellbound in horror, as a hangman’s noose was tied to each arm of his cross. Two stools were placed beneath the nooses.

Shevak’s despair overwhelmed him. Roxie and Blaire had but minutes to live.
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Eek!!!!!!!!!:eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:

Oh dear...but not dead yet!
 
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