The clock is ticking nonetheless ... that hammer is already on its way down, and we can be sure that it will descend again and again ... I don't know how much of this I can take.
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The clock is ticking nonetheless ... that hammer is already on its way down, and we can be sure that it will descend again and again ... I don't know how much of this I can take.
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Juan1234
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Looks like you're going to find out...
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Juan1234
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Part 25:
At first, on that distant night in Amunia, when Rego had informed her that she must be nailed to a cross and exhibited in Rome, Kirana had promised herself she would not scream when they drove the nails through her. Then, when she was flogged in the square, she had been unable to suppress all of her cries as the whips cracked across her bare back. She had determined then that if she cried out, she could not lose her composure - no uncontrolled blabbering or unrestrained, incoherent screams.
Then she had watched Lemuel roar and convulse like a wild beast in its death throes as he was nailed to his cross, and she had lost all the confidence she had once had in herself to be able to keep her head when the hammer came down and the nail point plunged into her wrist. Now she was just scared, hoping she could somehow keep herself from being reduced to a pathetic, screaming animal. How much pain is there in the world? How badly could they hurt her? Was there a limit?
Thus as Brutus brought the hammer down for the first blow, Kirana held a deep breath, arching her back in anticipation, clenching her teeth and lips together to stifle the scream she knew would surge through her naked body as he struck.
The hammer fell in the dust just above Kirana's arm, missing the nail. She gasped and let out a half-hearted cry, stopping herself as she realized the pain was not coming. Brutus grinned, and his men laughed.
"What's wrong, Princess?" he asked in mock surprise. She was breathing very hard now, and he made no effort to disguise his lecherous gaze at her rising and falling breasts, her sunken belly, and her shapely hips, displayed nicely as she kept her legs pressed together. She couldn't tell for sure, but she suspected (and the hot blood of embarrassment ran to her head) that he could also see some of her vulva between her thighs. She didn't want to raise her thighs too high for fear the crowd would see her vagina from below. What strange and humiliating choices! She could hardly believe she had to think of such things. How far she had fallen from her palace in Amunia!
She glared at Brutus. It was all she could do - the only weapon she had left to deter him from looking at her body as she lay there naked. They were all looking at her. She lay there on the ground, arms spread out on her cross, ready to be nailed, and the five of them towered over her. She was defenseless and humiliated. She knew it was irrational, but she was also suddenly impatient to have the nails driven in so that she could be raised on her cross and not have to look up helplessly at these men.
Rego broke in to end the stasis. "Brutus," he said, "Nail her to the beam." Kirana had never thought she could be grateful to hear that order. Brutus smiled an enigmatic, disturbing smile at Rego, then proceeded. He set the point of the nail to her wrist again, then paused to look at the woman he was about to kill.
"This is going to hurt SO MUCH," he said, as if inviting her to enjoy the idea as much as he did. Her eyes had lost their impassive facade, and now showed a mix of fear and hatred. Her lips were trembling now.
The hammer went up, and her eyes grew wide as she watched it come down.
Clink! Such a small sound for so violent an action, as the hammer met the nailhead. Kirana's head shot forward, her eyes and mouth gaping with disbelief at the pain. Her cry, though breathy with shock, was loud and long and garbled, exploding from the deepest places of her body. It was followed by short, panting cries that she failed to reduce to whimpers. She could never have described this kind of pain. It was beyond her comprehension, even as she felt it. She was ready to die.
But it was not over. Brutus laughed, enjoying her desperation, then raised the hammer again.
"No - please - wait...!" she could barely speak, she was panting so hard, and immediately she rebuked herself. It was beneath her to beg these Roman murderers for mercy.
Clink! The tapered spike sunk into the wood, widening the hole through her wrist. This time she arched her back and her head went back, thrashing in agony, eyes clenched, hoarse screams being wrenched from her gut.
Again - clink! Wider, and more painful. She forgot her modesty for a moment and her legs came apart as they writhed.
And again - this time the nailhead had been pounded almost into her flesh. Her left wrist was nailed.
Brutus moved to the right. Kirana stared through her blurry tears at the nail pegging her wrist to the wood. Blood oozed from it, but did not flow freely as she had expected. She concentrated, trying to understand: her hand would never again leave this position. It was united with the beam.
"Oh Princess..." Brutus sang, "You might want to see this..."
Kirana turned her head in time to see him set the next nail against her right wrist. She looked above her, where Rego knelt, watching her suffer.
"Rego..." she moaned, imploring him with her eyes. Rego's face was grave.
Clink! And Kirana's scream, only slightly weaker now, and more hoarse.
Again, and again, Brutus pounded the nail through her and into the beam. Kirana vomited, catching Brutus a little. The nail was secure in the wood by now, though not yet sunken as far as the one on the left.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" said Brutus. His anger was almost more bearable than his usual smirks and grins. Kirana glared with fatigued eyes. Brutus rose an took a step toward the crowd, then swung the hammer in a huge, powerful arch to slam into the princess's exposed crotch. She let out a weak yelp, then moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head, trying to forget this world of horror that so assaulted her senses.
Brutus returned and brought down a last savage blow to the spike in her wrist, driving it home. She screamed. She could tell she was losing control of herself.
Brutus bent down to be right in her face. "Yupar will die for that."
(To be continued...)
At first, on that distant night in Amunia, when Rego had informed her that she must be nailed to a cross and exhibited in Rome, Kirana had promised herself she would not scream when they drove the nails through her. Then, when she was flogged in the square, she had been unable to suppress all of her cries as the whips cracked across her bare back. She had determined then that if she cried out, she could not lose her composure - no uncontrolled blabbering or unrestrained, incoherent screams.
Then she had watched Lemuel roar and convulse like a wild beast in its death throes as he was nailed to his cross, and she had lost all the confidence she had once had in herself to be able to keep her head when the hammer came down and the nail point plunged into her wrist. Now she was just scared, hoping she could somehow keep herself from being reduced to a pathetic, screaming animal. How much pain is there in the world? How badly could they hurt her? Was there a limit?
Thus as Brutus brought the hammer down for the first blow, Kirana held a deep breath, arching her back in anticipation, clenching her teeth and lips together to stifle the scream she knew would surge through her naked body as he struck.
The hammer fell in the dust just above Kirana's arm, missing the nail. She gasped and let out a half-hearted cry, stopping herself as she realized the pain was not coming. Brutus grinned, and his men laughed.
"What's wrong, Princess?" he asked in mock surprise. She was breathing very hard now, and he made no effort to disguise his lecherous gaze at her rising and falling breasts, her sunken belly, and her shapely hips, displayed nicely as she kept her legs pressed together. She couldn't tell for sure, but she suspected (and the hot blood of embarrassment ran to her head) that he could also see some of her vulva between her thighs. She didn't want to raise her thighs too high for fear the crowd would see her vagina from below. What strange and humiliating choices! She could hardly believe she had to think of such things. How far she had fallen from her palace in Amunia!
She glared at Brutus. It was all she could do - the only weapon she had left to deter him from looking at her body as she lay there naked. They were all looking at her. She lay there on the ground, arms spread out on her cross, ready to be nailed, and the five of them towered over her. She was defenseless and humiliated. She knew it was irrational, but she was also suddenly impatient to have the nails driven in so that she could be raised on her cross and not have to look up helplessly at these men.
Rego broke in to end the stasis. "Brutus," he said, "Nail her to the beam." Kirana had never thought she could be grateful to hear that order. Brutus smiled an enigmatic, disturbing smile at Rego, then proceeded. He set the point of the nail to her wrist again, then paused to look at the woman he was about to kill.
"This is going to hurt SO MUCH," he said, as if inviting her to enjoy the idea as much as he did. Her eyes had lost their impassive facade, and now showed a mix of fear and hatred. Her lips were trembling now.
The hammer went up, and her eyes grew wide as she watched it come down.
Clink! Such a small sound for so violent an action, as the hammer met the nailhead. Kirana's head shot forward, her eyes and mouth gaping with disbelief at the pain. Her cry, though breathy with shock, was loud and long and garbled, exploding from the deepest places of her body. It was followed by short, panting cries that she failed to reduce to whimpers. She could never have described this kind of pain. It was beyond her comprehension, even as she felt it. She was ready to die.
But it was not over. Brutus laughed, enjoying her desperation, then raised the hammer again.
"No - please - wait...!" she could barely speak, she was panting so hard, and immediately she rebuked herself. It was beneath her to beg these Roman murderers for mercy.
Clink! The tapered spike sunk into the wood, widening the hole through her wrist. This time she arched her back and her head went back, thrashing in agony, eyes clenched, hoarse screams being wrenched from her gut.
Again - clink! Wider, and more painful. She forgot her modesty for a moment and her legs came apart as they writhed.
And again - this time the nailhead had been pounded almost into her flesh. Her left wrist was nailed.
Brutus moved to the right. Kirana stared through her blurry tears at the nail pegging her wrist to the wood. Blood oozed from it, but did not flow freely as she had expected. She concentrated, trying to understand: her hand would never again leave this position. It was united with the beam.
"Oh Princess..." Brutus sang, "You might want to see this..."
Kirana turned her head in time to see him set the next nail against her right wrist. She looked above her, where Rego knelt, watching her suffer.
"Rego..." she moaned, imploring him with her eyes. Rego's face was grave.
Clink! And Kirana's scream, only slightly weaker now, and more hoarse.
Again, and again, Brutus pounded the nail through her and into the beam. Kirana vomited, catching Brutus a little. The nail was secure in the wood by now, though not yet sunken as far as the one on the left.
"Oh, you think that's funny?" said Brutus. His anger was almost more bearable than his usual smirks and grins. Kirana glared with fatigued eyes. Brutus rose an took a step toward the crowd, then swung the hammer in a huge, powerful arch to slam into the princess's exposed crotch. She let out a weak yelp, then moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head, trying to forget this world of horror that so assaulted her senses.
Brutus returned and brought down a last savage blow to the spike in her wrist, driving it home. She screamed. She could tell she was losing control of herself.
Brutus bent down to be right in her face. "Yupar will die for that."
(To be continued...)
Now I know why he is called "Brutus"!!!! That blow to my crotch was not nice!
Funny how I am so concerned about modesty, about keeping my knees together, worrying about what is exposed to the crowd ... natural reaction, I suppose ... but still ... perhaps a way of not thinking about the pain and suffering yet to come.
Nice episode Juan ... the tension is tight, the exploration of my thoughts and feelings is very well done, and the descriptions ... nails, hammer blows, wood, widening holes, blood, etc. ... are nicely detailed, but not overdone.
Funny how I am so concerned about modesty, about keeping my knees together, worrying about what is exposed to the crowd ... natural reaction, I suppose ... but still ... perhaps a way of not thinking about the pain and suffering yet to come.
Nice episode Juan ... the tension is tight, the exploration of my thoughts and feelings is very well done, and the descriptions ... nails, hammer blows, wood, widening holes, blood, etc. ... are nicely detailed, but not overdone.
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Juan1234
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Thanks! It's an honor to receive the praise of a master.
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Juan1234
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What would YOU do, Jolly???At the moment, Rego is still looking pretty useless.
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Juan1234
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Part 26:
In her helpless anger at Brutus' words, Kirana's arms tensed, and the pain of the nails grinding against her bones took her breath away. She wanted to protest - she hadn't meant to hit him when she vomited, and even if she had, why should poor Yupar pay for it? But the pain in her wrists reminded her of her powerlessness. The nailing was over, but the pain was not. Her wrists throbbed, and even the tiniest movements sent the pain shooting through her bare arms, into her heart to make it pound, and into her stomach to make it churn. Soon her hands were trembling with shock and pain, and even this involuntary movement was almost unbearable. Almost worse than the pain was the realization that her arms would be spread wide like this for the rest of her life. She would never again be able to move them freely, or to use them to cover her nakedness.
"Bind her legs and lift them!" ordered Brutus.
Kirana could do little as the ropes were passed around and between her ankles several times, then cinched bitingly tight. She concentrated all of her efforts on being perfectly still, so as not to disturb the angry nail holes through her wrists.
Then she cried out as they hauled her legs back and up, toward her head. They held her there, so that her buttocks were displayed to the reveling crowd. The humiliation was intense. In the April breeze, Kirana could feel the eyes of the crowd on the soft, smooth-shaven petals of her womanhood as it peeked between her buttocks. Further down, she could feel the ape's sticky seed oozing out through her anus to dribble on the ground, and she knew the men and women watching her had a clear view.
Brutus appeared with a long, dripping cane, that had been soaking in his potion, no doubt. He brought it through the air twice, letting the princess hear the loud whoosh.
"Now," he said, grinning again, but with more obvious malice in his eyes after the vomiting episode, "I'm going to cane you, Darling!"
"Why." She said it like a statement, concentrating her exhausted eyes in a glare.
"Because you emptied your stomach on my arm of course!" he said. "And," he continued with a gleeful sparkle in his eye, "because I REALLY like hurting you." He winked, then turned to the work at hand, scoping out her bottom for a moment, and swishing the cane.
Kirana closed her eyes. There was nothing else she could do, with her arms nailed down to the beam beneath her shoulders and her legs held firmly in place above her head. She couldn't move, and she was naked. They were going to kill Yupar. They could do whatever they liked, and she couldn't stop them. Let it end! Let it all end!
(To be continued...)
In her helpless anger at Brutus' words, Kirana's arms tensed, and the pain of the nails grinding against her bones took her breath away. She wanted to protest - she hadn't meant to hit him when she vomited, and even if she had, why should poor Yupar pay for it? But the pain in her wrists reminded her of her powerlessness. The nailing was over, but the pain was not. Her wrists throbbed, and even the tiniest movements sent the pain shooting through her bare arms, into her heart to make it pound, and into her stomach to make it churn. Soon her hands were trembling with shock and pain, and even this involuntary movement was almost unbearable. Almost worse than the pain was the realization that her arms would be spread wide like this for the rest of her life. She would never again be able to move them freely, or to use them to cover her nakedness.
"Bind her legs and lift them!" ordered Brutus.
Kirana could do little as the ropes were passed around and between her ankles several times, then cinched bitingly tight. She concentrated all of her efforts on being perfectly still, so as not to disturb the angry nail holes through her wrists.
Then she cried out as they hauled her legs back and up, toward her head. They held her there, so that her buttocks were displayed to the reveling crowd. The humiliation was intense. In the April breeze, Kirana could feel the eyes of the crowd on the soft, smooth-shaven petals of her womanhood as it peeked between her buttocks. Further down, she could feel the ape's sticky seed oozing out through her anus to dribble on the ground, and she knew the men and women watching her had a clear view.
Brutus appeared with a long, dripping cane, that had been soaking in his potion, no doubt. He brought it through the air twice, letting the princess hear the loud whoosh.
"Now," he said, grinning again, but with more obvious malice in his eyes after the vomiting episode, "I'm going to cane you, Darling!"
"Why." She said it like a statement, concentrating her exhausted eyes in a glare.
"Because you emptied your stomach on my arm of course!" he said. "And," he continued with a gleeful sparkle in his eye, "because I REALLY like hurting you." He winked, then turned to the work at hand, scoping out her bottom for a moment, and swishing the cane.
Kirana closed her eyes. There was nothing else she could do, with her arms nailed down to the beam beneath her shoulders and her legs held firmly in place above her head. She couldn't move, and she was naked. They were going to kill Yupar. They could do whatever they liked, and she couldn't stop them. Let it end! Let it all end!
(To be continued...)
[why do I always find the part where my ankles are bound to be so erotic? ... just weird, I guess
]Yes, I am beginning to think Yupar is hardly worth what I am going through here. What was I thinking?
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Juan1234
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Wow. So much for our golden-hearted heroine...[why do I always find the part where my ankles are bound to be so erotic? ... just weird, I guess
Yes, I am beginning to think Yupar is hardly worth what I am going through here. What was I thinking?
Wow. So much for our golden-hearted heroine...
There comes a time in everyone's life ... when it's "Never mind the others, save yourself! Or is it "damn the torpedoes, full-steam ahead!"
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Juan1234
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Well, that time has come pretty late in your life, Princess. If you were going to stick it out this long, you might as well have finished out strong and at least we would have remembered you as the angel you were. On the other hand, if you were going to "never mind the others," you should have done it when Muneth saved you the first time!
"Hind sight is 20-20"... ok, I am done with stupid quotes for today
... on with the story!
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Juan1234
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Stay strong, Princess! You've already got nails through your wrists, and you're lying here naked. Nothings going to get any better for you, even if you sell out. Hang tough!"Hind sight is 20-20"... ok, I am done with stupid quotes for today
I don't suppose you intend to go gentle on my feet, or that I will be spared that rod
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Juan1234
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No, I'm afraid not. I asked Brutus about it, but he seemed to think that both of those things would cause you to experience LESS pain, whereas he's trying to inflict MORE pain. I know you're new to the crucifixion business, but that's actually one of the main goals. So yeah... no.I don't suppose you intend to go gentle on my feet, or that I will be spared that rod
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Juan1234
Guest
Do let me know if you have any other requests, though...I don't suppose you intend to go gentle on my feet, or that I will be spared that rod
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Juan1234
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Part 27:
Kirana waited helplessly for a moment while Brutus surveyed her upturned bottom and all the private parts thus exposed. The ape's semen itched and tickled as it picked it's way slowly out of her, and the feeling encapsulated the physical sensation of humiliation.
Then - swoosh-SLAP! She might have been able to contain her cry had her body not tensed instinctively, knocking her bones against the nails in her wrists. She thought she would vomit again.
Swoosh-SLAP!! Again she cried out, and though her soft buttocks burned, the pain in her wrists eclipsed all else. She felt dizzy.
Again, the cane sliced across her underside, this time stinging her soft sex lips as well as the cheeks of her bottom. Again she screamed, though now she was losing her grip on reality.
Rego felt aimless, guilty, and exposed as he watched the beating. He had no role to play, so he backed away a little, to remove himself from the scene. Brutus, meanwhile, was dumping his potion into the princess's mouth to ensure that she took in every last drop of pain and shame he was pounding into her.
Rego didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want to elbowed and forced to join in with the crowd's enthusiasm. There was a trio of Greeks in the front who seemed to be observing without the unbridled bloodlust of the Roman mob, so he stood near them.
"Do you enjoy this?" one of them asked him, almost immediately. So he would have to talk after all.
"It's a great honor," he replied, barely looking at the man. (Swoosh-CRACK! And the cry of the princess, stronger now, but more desperate.)
"You don't look like you enjoy it."
"Well I've just returned from a long campaign. I'm tired."
"Of course." (Swoosh-SLAP!) "But you're still not enjoying it."
Finally he looked the man in the eye. He almost reminded this Greek that he was a Roman officer, and didn't have to talk to the likes of him. But when he spoke, he only said, "and are you enjoying it?"
"No... I'm a Greek. I don't understand this Roman obsession with public torture." Again the cane landed on Kirana's private parts, and again she cried in agony at the pain in her wrists. Then the Greek continued, in a very low voice: "I think the woman loves you."
Now he had Rego's full attention. The Roman's mind whirled, at first hugely gratified by the sound of those words, then immediately suspicious, then terrified of who this Greek might be, and what trap he might be leading him to. But he just stared intensely at the man, unable to say anything. Then Muneth knew for sure.
"Ah..." Muneth continued, with a confidential smile, "But you are safe with me. I am her brother."
(Whoosh-CRACK!!)
Rego didn't stop to consider the fact that he had admitted to nothing. He felt this Greek - or now, this Amunian - knew all, and he was like a captive.
"You are of high rank, no?" Muneth probed.
"Yes," Rego said, carefully.
Another crack, and Kirana's scream.
"Perhaps you are heir to the emperor himself?"
"It is possible."
"But there are others with better claim than you, no doubt."
Rego was offended, though he knew it was childish. "I think not," he said, just a little testy.
"NO?" Muneth said it louder than Rego would have expected, and looked him hard in the eye, as if he were interrogating him. "You have no rivals?" (Crack!)
"Of course I have rivals."
"Or course." Muneth pursued no further.
(To be continued...)
Kirana waited helplessly for a moment while Brutus surveyed her upturned bottom and all the private parts thus exposed. The ape's semen itched and tickled as it picked it's way slowly out of her, and the feeling encapsulated the physical sensation of humiliation.
Then - swoosh-SLAP! She might have been able to contain her cry had her body not tensed instinctively, knocking her bones against the nails in her wrists. She thought she would vomit again.
Swoosh-SLAP!! Again she cried out, and though her soft buttocks burned, the pain in her wrists eclipsed all else. She felt dizzy.
Again, the cane sliced across her underside, this time stinging her soft sex lips as well as the cheeks of her bottom. Again she screamed, though now she was losing her grip on reality.
Rego felt aimless, guilty, and exposed as he watched the beating. He had no role to play, so he backed away a little, to remove himself from the scene. Brutus, meanwhile, was dumping his potion into the princess's mouth to ensure that she took in every last drop of pain and shame he was pounding into her.
Rego didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want to elbowed and forced to join in with the crowd's enthusiasm. There was a trio of Greeks in the front who seemed to be observing without the unbridled bloodlust of the Roman mob, so he stood near them.
"Do you enjoy this?" one of them asked him, almost immediately. So he would have to talk after all.
"It's a great honor," he replied, barely looking at the man. (Swoosh-CRACK! And the cry of the princess, stronger now, but more desperate.)
"You don't look like you enjoy it."
"Well I've just returned from a long campaign. I'm tired."
"Of course." (Swoosh-SLAP!) "But you're still not enjoying it."
Finally he looked the man in the eye. He almost reminded this Greek that he was a Roman officer, and didn't have to talk to the likes of him. But when he spoke, he only said, "and are you enjoying it?"
"No... I'm a Greek. I don't understand this Roman obsession with public torture." Again the cane landed on Kirana's private parts, and again she cried in agony at the pain in her wrists. Then the Greek continued, in a very low voice: "I think the woman loves you."
Now he had Rego's full attention. The Roman's mind whirled, at first hugely gratified by the sound of those words, then immediately suspicious, then terrified of who this Greek might be, and what trap he might be leading him to. But he just stared intensely at the man, unable to say anything. Then Muneth knew for sure.
"Ah..." Muneth continued, with a confidential smile, "But you are safe with me. I am her brother."
(Whoosh-CRACK!!)
Rego didn't stop to consider the fact that he had admitted to nothing. He felt this Greek - or now, this Amunian - knew all, and he was like a captive.
"You are of high rank, no?" Muneth probed.
"Yes," Rego said, carefully.
Another crack, and Kirana's scream.
"Perhaps you are heir to the emperor himself?"
"It is possible."
"But there are others with better claim than you, no doubt."
Rego was offended, though he knew it was childish. "I think not," he said, just a little testy.
"NO?" Muneth said it louder than Rego would have expected, and looked him hard in the eye, as if he were interrogating him. "You have no rivals?" (Crack!)
"Of course I have rivals."
"Or course." Muneth pursued no further.
(To be continued...)
This is so hard on poor Rego ... on the one hand he is forced to witness the pitiless caning of my bottom, and the loads of filthy semen being pumped into me by Brutus ... and on the other he has to carefully watch his words ...
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Juan1234
Guest
Yeah, we're all feeling really sorry for Rego right now. Nobody has it as hard as him.
