I think I'd prefer 'scrawny' if I were in Messa's position.View attachment 438085 Messa's most ardent admirer ... YIKES! If she ever gets off that cross, she should run!
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Wraggles To The Rescue!
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That's Wraggles behind him, looking worried....
Is it? Oh goody!
Wraggie is cruising for a bruising, as usual
When will they ever learn?
Even Jollyrei was stunned. Especially Jollyrei was stunned. To be confronted by a beautiful woman when you are in the altogether is, well, stunning. To be gazing at such beauty when you’d expected blinding agony was even more unsettling.
“Would you like to crucify me instead of Jollyrei?” inquired Barb. “You can if you like. You don’t scare me. Nothing that you can do scares me…. Schiller!” She spat the name at him, deliberately omitting the title.
“Arrest that woman!” screamed Schiller, finding his voice at last. As they grabbed her, he lost all self-control.
“Tell me!! Tell me now!” he screamed. Barb just gazed at him, calmly and condescendingly.
“She will not tell you,” groaned Messaline. “I did not tell you, and neither will she.”
“We’ll see about that!” snarled Schiller. He lit a match and set fire to Messa’s pubic hair. Messaline screamed, a deep throated wail of agony that froze Wraggles blood.
“One of you will talk!”
“See? That is your problem, Schiller.” Barb was icy calm, and apparently unmoved by Messaline’s agony. “You’re used to getting your own way through torture, Messaline and I are not like other people. We can endure it. We enjoy seeing your panic as your time slips inexorably away.” She looked around the SS men there. “You do realise, don’t you gentlemen, that all this has nothing to do with Germany?” She repeated the phrase in perfect German.
“Shut up!” bellowed Schiller.
“Oh, now you want me to be quiet! A moment ago you wanted me to talk, now you want me to be quiet? You really aren’t very bright, are you? Now I’ll tell you what to do. I came here to get Messa, and I shall take Messa. Why don’t you get her down for me?”
Wraggles was astonished by her calmness, but not surprised by Schiller’s infuriated reply.
“Strip her and crucify her! Never mind the pilot, he can wait. We’ll crucify them all in due course. But she’s first.”
“By all means, do,” smiled Barb, beginning to undress. “Could you tell me what the time is, please?”
Wraggles consulted his watch. “It’s 4:34 am, Barb.”
“Really? As late as that? Where does the time go?” She reached back to undo her bra, then paused. “No, it’s not worth it. Might was well keep my clothes on.” She picked up her blouse and began to do up the buttons.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Schiller was apoplectic with rage. “I said ‘strip her’, you lazy oafs! Let’s teach this woman who’s boss!”
“Wait a moment….” One of the Serjeants spoke, in halting English. “What did she mean, ‘nothing to do with Germany’?”
“Ah! There is intelligent life in the SS, despite your well-deserved reputation as knuckle-dragging thugs! The information he wants…..”
“SILENCE!!!! You will carry out my orders or I will shoot you dead! You will not question my orders! Do I make myself understood.”
“Time?” queried Barb again, as they ripped off her blouse and bra.
“4:35 precisely,” replied Wraggles, aroused by her breasts and puzzled by her question. His arousal increased as they stripped her fully naked and began to drag her towards the cross that Jollyrei had just vacated.
"Great Scott!" ejaculated Wraggles.
“Would you like to crucify me instead of Jollyrei?” inquired Barb. “You can if you like. You don’t scare me. Nothing that you can do scares me…. Schiller!” She spat the name at him, deliberately omitting the title.
“Arrest that woman!” screamed Schiller, finding his voice at last. As they grabbed her, he lost all self-control.
“Tell me!! Tell me now!” he screamed. Barb just gazed at him, calmly and condescendingly.
“She will not tell you,” groaned Messaline. “I did not tell you, and neither will she.”
“We’ll see about that!” snarled Schiller. He lit a match and set fire to Messa’s pubic hair. Messaline screamed, a deep throated wail of agony that froze Wraggles blood.
“One of you will talk!”
“See? That is your problem, Schiller.” Barb was icy calm, and apparently unmoved by Messaline’s agony. “You’re used to getting your own way through torture, Messaline and I are not like other people. We can endure it. We enjoy seeing your panic as your time slips inexorably away.” She looked around the SS men there. “You do realise, don’t you gentlemen, that all this has nothing to do with Germany?” She repeated the phrase in perfect German.
“Shut up!” bellowed Schiller.
“Oh, now you want me to be quiet! A moment ago you wanted me to talk, now you want me to be quiet? You really aren’t very bright, are you? Now I’ll tell you what to do. I came here to get Messa, and I shall take Messa. Why don’t you get her down for me?”
Wraggles was astonished by her calmness, but not surprised by Schiller’s infuriated reply.
“Strip her and crucify her! Never mind the pilot, he can wait. We’ll crucify them all in due course. But she’s first.”
“By all means, do,” smiled Barb, beginning to undress. “Could you tell me what the time is, please?”
Wraggles consulted his watch. “It’s 4:34 am, Barb.”
“Really? As late as that? Where does the time go?” She reached back to undo her bra, then paused. “No, it’s not worth it. Might was well keep my clothes on.” She picked up her blouse and began to do up the buttons.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Schiller was apoplectic with rage. “I said ‘strip her’, you lazy oafs! Let’s teach this woman who’s boss!”
“Wait a moment….” One of the Serjeants spoke, in halting English. “What did she mean, ‘nothing to do with Germany’?”
“Ah! There is intelligent life in the SS, despite your well-deserved reputation as knuckle-dragging thugs! The information he wants…..”
“SILENCE!!!! You will carry out my orders or I will shoot you dead! You will not question my orders! Do I make myself understood.”
“Time?” queried Barb again, as they ripped off her blouse and bra.
“4:35 precisely,” replied Wraggles, aroused by her breasts and puzzled by her question. His arousal increased as they stripped her fully naked and began to drag her towards the cross that Jollyrei had just vacated.
"Great Scott!" ejaculated Wraggles.
All this digression about the appropriateness of spanking Barb's...um...well, it's probably confused the hell out of the SS blighters.
Quick! Someone get me off this cross while they're distracted.
Confused? Hardly! Just look at them Willy! If these Brits think prattling on about spanking some poor woman is going to distract us from the business at hand, they have another think coming. Nicht wahr?
windar
Teller of Tales
It's the 3rd one by my count. He really can't control himself. He needs a little cruise on the good ship Clitoris.
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
With so many twists one is beginning to believe that Wraggles' repeated ejaculations are all somewhat premature
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With so many twists one is beginning to believe that Wraggles repeated ejaculations are all somewhat premature
Yeah, he shot a bit high on that last one. I should have ducked! 
RacingRodent
Consul
View attachment 438186 Yeah, he shot a bit high on that last one. I should have ducked!
Wait rodents, owls and now ducks? We seem to be collecting quite the menagerie
Primus pilus
Magister Australis
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
It is actually true that soldiers wearing enemy uniforms are protected by the Geneva Convention, as long as the fighting has not started yet.As long as we don't shoot anyone while in enemy uniform we are still covered by the rules and usages of war. It says nothing about punch ups
But in this case, the fighting has already started, the moment that the six SS-men were killed, so the rescue team is no longer protected (Jolly, as a captured airmen, however, still is protected by the convention).
View attachment 438187 Watch out RR. Barb will have you quailing next.
Or from the looks of that pic ... he should be "quaking"
LittleSiss
Sorceress
I've heard that some fuses burn much faster than others ...With so many twists one is beginning to believe that Wraggles repeated ejaculations are all somewhat premature
Who am I kidding?
...never found a slow burning one yet and now I'm sure I will never care.
messaline
Crucified Amazon
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I've heard that some fuses burn much faster than others ...
Who am I kidding?
...never found a slow burning one yet and now I'm sure I will never care.
yes ... but ... oh well ... anyway ....