LittleSiss
Sorceress
Spies???
You must be kidding!
It could never be the case!
You must be kidding!
It could never be the case!
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Wraggles To The Rescue!
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
Spy ? Certainly yes that I'm ! From my cross, I can supervise all the strategic movements of the german'troups !
Spy ? Certainly yes that I'm ! From my cross, I can supervise all the movments of the german'troups !
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And I thought Tree was the only one with a scatological obsession
messaline
Crucified Amazon
It's important in a life of , hum, around 80 years, Barb : if we can evaluate the act around 10mn/day, it does around 4,866 hours bestowed to the defecation !!!
It's important in a life of , hum, around 80 years, Barb : if we can evaluate the act around 10mn/day, it does around 4,866 hours bestowed to the defecation !!!
I will relegate that little gem to the facts I have heard but really don't need or want to ponder bin.
Oooh, dear.... now you mention it, Messa.... that soup from earlier... oh, but I can't go here
Spy ? Certainly yes that I'm ! From my cross, I can supervise all the strategic movements of the german'troups !
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I'm being watched... 
... oh, what the heck, she's on a cross, she won't tell 
windar
Teller of Tales
It's important in a life of , hum, around 80 years, Barb : if we can evaluate the act around 10mn/day, it does around 4,866 hours bestowed to the defecation !!!
No shit?
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Only the second from the left is taking his watch seriously. He does not lose sight of Messaline.Spy ? Certainly yes that I'm ! From my cross, I can supervise all the strategic movements of the german'troups !
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
I remember Madiosi calling these things 'Donnerbalken' (Thunder bars). Altough it rather sounds like the name of another secret weapon of the nazis.
I am not going to sit on that bar until Barb shows up!
And by the way, Wraggles, do you have a plan?
I am not going to sit on that bar until Barb shows up!
I remember Madiosi calling these things 'Donnerbalken' (Thunder bars). Altough it rather sounds like the name of another secret weapon of the nazis.
And by the way, Wraggles, do you have a plan?
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I am not going to sit on that bar until Barb shows up!
Not to worry ... Barb is hurrying! 
And keeping a low profile as always.View attachment 437304 Not to worry ... Barb is hurrying!
"Did you see that, Colonel Klinck?"
"What do you mean, Sergeant Schultz?"
"A naked girl, Herr Kommandant!"
"Don't be silly, Schultz. How could there be a naked girl running around outside the camp?"
"But, Herr Kommandant..."
"Try to stay focused, Schultz."
"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!"
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Drat!I remember Madiosi calling these things 'Donnerbalken' (Thunder bars). Altough it rather sounds like the name of another secret weapon of the nazis.
And by the way, Wraggles, do you have a plan?
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I am not going to sit on that bar until Barb shows up!
Actually, that was the plan!
And keeping a low profile as always.
"Did you see that, Colonel Klinck?"
"What do you mean, Sergeant Schultz?"
"A naked girl, Herr Kommandant!"
"Don't be silly, Schultz. How could there be a naked girl running around outside the camp?"
"But, Herr Kommandant..."
"Try to stay focused, Schultz."
"Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!"
Stay focused?
Jawohl, Herr Kommandant!
messaline
Crucified Amazon
I have managed a bit of writing this morning!
Wraggles stared. “How the hell did they know that?”
“That’s simple. Because somebody told them.” Loxuru eyed him suspiciously.
“What? It wasn’t me!” Wraggles felt guilty in spite of his innocence. Fortunately there were no other troops in the back of the truck, and the truck was making so much noise now as it was bumping and grinding along the uneven track that Wraggles had to shout to be heard. “And before you ask, it wasn’t Algy or Ginger either! I have never met such trustworthy men.”
“Well, it sure as hell wasn’t any of our group, either.” RR had overheard the discussion. “Three fliers dropped in on some jolly adventure? How do I know one of you didn’t let something slip in the mess?”
Fortunately, before this conversation could develop further, the truck ground to a stop and Repertor was, once again, bellowing at them in German, and even Wraggles got the gist of ‘Raus! Raus!’
But there was no Rausing about it. He leaped out of the truck and stopped in his tracks in utter astonishment. There, illuminated by a moonbeam, was the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he gazed upon her there was nothing about her that could be improved upon in any way, shape, or form. By contrast, the cross that she was hanging from and the nails that transfixed her wrists and heels to it were among the ugliest objects he’d ever seen in his life. Maybe it was that contrast, a beautiful woman in the gentle moonlight against a stark, rough cross, violated by vicious nails. Wraggles came close to ejaculating ‘Great Scott’ again when he realised that ‘Great Scott’ was not part of the normal vocabulary of an SS stormtrooper, and simultaneously Madiosi jumped out of the truck and knocked him flying.
Repertor was furious, or making a good show of being so, and was coming out with German phrases that most of the Germans didn’t even know, but Wraggles had another shock as he picked himself up. For obvious reasons the only thing he’d noticed about the cross was the girl nailed to it. Now he noticed a figure, blindfolded, seated on the ground with his back to the cross, his wrists tied behind it.
Jollyrei.
Wraggles stared. “How the hell did they know that?”
“That’s simple. Because somebody told them.” Loxuru eyed him suspiciously.
“What? It wasn’t me!” Wraggles felt guilty in spite of his innocence. Fortunately there were no other troops in the back of the truck, and the truck was making so much noise now as it was bumping and grinding along the uneven track that Wraggles had to shout to be heard. “And before you ask, it wasn’t Algy or Ginger either! I have never met such trustworthy men.”
“Well, it sure as hell wasn’t any of our group, either.” RR had overheard the discussion. “Three fliers dropped in on some jolly adventure? How do I know one of you didn’t let something slip in the mess?”
Fortunately, before this conversation could develop further, the truck ground to a stop and Repertor was, once again, bellowing at them in German, and even Wraggles got the gist of ‘Raus! Raus!’
But there was no Rausing about it. He leaped out of the truck and stopped in his tracks in utter astonishment. There, illuminated by a moonbeam, was the single most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he gazed upon her there was nothing about her that could be improved upon in any way, shape, or form. By contrast, the cross that she was hanging from and the nails that transfixed her wrists and heels to it were among the ugliest objects he’d ever seen in his life. Maybe it was that contrast, a beautiful woman in the gentle moonlight against a stark, rough cross, violated by vicious nails. Wraggles came close to ejaculating ‘Great Scott’ again when he realised that ‘Great Scott’ was not part of the normal vocabulary of an SS stormtrooper, and simultaneously Madiosi jumped out of the truck and knocked him flying.
Repertor was furious, or making a good show of being so, and was coming out with German phrases that most of the Germans didn’t even know, but Wraggles had another shock as he picked himself up. For obvious reasons the only thing he’d noticed about the cross was the girl nailed to it. Now he noticed a figure, blindfolded, seated on the ground with his back to the cross, his wrists tied behind it.
Jollyrei.
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messaline
Crucified Amazon
messaline
Crucified Amazon
Really ?!!!
