sigh...“I cannot confess to something I’m not guilty of,” Anne replied.
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Careful! Pritchard and Goldman have tasted blood! They just discovered the efficiency of interrogating a suspect without having rules to respect!And that includes causing the great CF crash of the summer of 2013!
I say nothing. It's was before my time here.“I cannot confess to something I’m not guilty of,” Anne replied.
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windar
Teller of Tales
Barb 18
As the lights dimmed to darkness and the audience applause gradually died away, I found myself lying naked next to Georgia on the cold hard floor. This had not been going well at all so far, in my opinion.
Instinctively I reached out, hoping for mutual comfort. She responded and we embraced, our naked sweaty bodies pressed tightly together. Silently we laid there, listening to the scuffling and scraping sounds of furniture and props being placed for the next act. The members of the audience could be heard talking animatedly among themselves, expressing their excitement over the just finished torture scene in which Georgie was whipped and I was racked, and in which the heated brazier was deployed, much to the discomfort of both of us.
I wanted to reconnect with her ... to find out whether she and I were still ... well, I wasn't quite sure what ... but, in any case, I tried ... tentatively sliding a hand down her sweaty back, with the intention of pulling her hips closer to mine.
"Don't touch my bum!" She hissed. "It's rather smarting."
"Oh right. "Sorry!"
"Listen Georgie," I said as quietly as I could, pressed my bare chest tight against hers and raising my head so as to place my mouth close to her ear. "I'm confused. I thought you and I were in this together ... you know ... the two of us against Goldman and his cop friend. But as far as I can tell you have taken their side ... or is it just that you know this crowd and actually enjoy playing the victim in their nasty little productions."
"Well, if you must know, it's really the latter, Barbs. You see, Covington and his bunch are really a part of my crowd, as you call it. They're not a bad lot. And, this isn't my first re-enactment. I've been to several, both onstage and off. It's jolly good fun either way."
"But it's obviously much more than acting ... we are both lying here naked, are we not? ... and, they have hurt us, isn't that right? ... that rack was really painful, and the guards awfully eager ... and that whip! ... I know I saw blood specks on your ass ... and that red hot brazier roasting our feet! What next? I hope no one is ever seriously injured in these things."
"Pain and suffering is a good part of what it's all about, Barbs. We are playing out people's darkest fantasies here ... re-enactments that play to our most sensual re-imaginations of how it might have been ... it's kind of like movie scenes we would like to have seen rather than the way they were actually filmed."
"I am still confused. Are you and I still united against Goldman and Pritchard, or aren't we? I think they are enjoying this far too much at my expense, even if not necessarily at yours. In fact, Goldman is now on my shit list even more than before."
"Barbs, have I ever let you down? Just leave it to me. Pritchard is new here. And well ... what can I say ... he's NOOC and deserves a comeuppance as much as your Goldman does. So just play along, darling ... wait and see ... your Georgie has everything arranged. Now, before they turn on the lights, spread those charmingly luscious little thighs and allow Margery to please her Queen."
I was about to reply, but she put a hushing finger to my lips. Then she turned herself around, threw a leg over so as to straddle me facing my feet, buried her face deep between my thighs, and began to lick, suck, nibble and dart her tongue.
I started to protest, but was immediately overcome with a burning desire that was not to be denied. The quick penetrating movements of her tongue combined with her sensuous teasing of my swollen clit was driving me absolutely wild. I squirmed. I moaned. I spread open my legs. Eager to meet her attentions head on, I arched my back, raising my hips to her face while frantically grabbing at her hips with both hands and lifting my head to attack that which hovered, so invitingly hot and moist, just over my face.
Then the stage lights flashed on!
As the lights dimmed to darkness and the audience applause gradually died away, I found myself lying naked next to Georgia on the cold hard floor. This had not been going well at all so far, in my opinion.
Instinctively I reached out, hoping for mutual comfort. She responded and we embraced, our naked sweaty bodies pressed tightly together. Silently we laid there, listening to the scuffling and scraping sounds of furniture and props being placed for the next act. The members of the audience could be heard talking animatedly among themselves, expressing their excitement over the just finished torture scene in which Georgie was whipped and I was racked, and in which the heated brazier was deployed, much to the discomfort of both of us.
I wanted to reconnect with her ... to find out whether she and I were still ... well, I wasn't quite sure what ... but, in any case, I tried ... tentatively sliding a hand down her sweaty back, with the intention of pulling her hips closer to mine.
"Don't touch my bum!" She hissed. "It's rather smarting."
"Oh right. "Sorry!"
"Listen Georgie," I said as quietly as I could, pressed my bare chest tight against hers and raising my head so as to place my mouth close to her ear. "I'm confused. I thought you and I were in this together ... you know ... the two of us against Goldman and his cop friend. But as far as I can tell you have taken their side ... or is it just that you know this crowd and actually enjoy playing the victim in their nasty little productions."
"Well, if you must know, it's really the latter, Barbs. You see, Covington and his bunch are really a part of my crowd, as you call it. They're not a bad lot. And, this isn't my first re-enactment. I've been to several, both onstage and off. It's jolly good fun either way."
"But it's obviously much more than acting ... we are both lying here naked, are we not? ... and, they have hurt us, isn't that right? ... that rack was really painful, and the guards awfully eager ... and that whip! ... I know I saw blood specks on your ass ... and that red hot brazier roasting our feet! What next? I hope no one is ever seriously injured in these things."
"Pain and suffering is a good part of what it's all about, Barbs. We are playing out people's darkest fantasies here ... re-enactments that play to our most sensual re-imaginations of how it might have been ... it's kind of like movie scenes we would like to have seen rather than the way they were actually filmed."
"I am still confused. Are you and I still united against Goldman and Pritchard, or aren't we? I think they are enjoying this far too much at my expense, even if not necessarily at yours. In fact, Goldman is now on my shit list even more than before."
"Barbs, have I ever let you down? Just leave it to me. Pritchard is new here. And well ... what can I say ... he's NOOC and deserves a comeuppance as much as your Goldman does. So just play along, darling ... wait and see ... your Georgie has everything arranged. Now, before they turn on the lights, spread those charmingly luscious little thighs and allow Margery to please her Queen."
I was about to reply, but she put a hushing finger to my lips. Then she turned herself around, threw a leg over so as to straddle me facing my feet, buried her face deep between my thighs, and began to lick, suck, nibble and dart her tongue.
I started to protest, but was immediately overcome with a burning desire that was not to be denied. The quick penetrating movements of her tongue combined with her sensuous teasing of my swollen clit was driving me absolutely wild. I squirmed. I moaned. I spread open my legs. Eager to meet her attentions head on, I arched my back, raising my hips to her face while frantically grabbing at her hips with both hands and lifting my head to attack that which hovered, so invitingly hot and moist, just over my face.
Then the stage lights flashed on!
It was a hot summer night
and the beach was burning.
There was fog crawling over the sand.
When I listen to your heart
I hear the whole world turning.
I see the shooting stars falling
through your trembling hands.
Tree stands in the corner of the chamber and sips his Seagram's...and the beach was burning.
There was fog crawling over the sand.
When I listen to your heart
I hear the whole world turning.
I see the shooting stars falling
through your trembling hands.
There is nothing I can say about this debauchery that could aptly describe such a scene...
Fuck yes, I need another drink...
T
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
It's morning in UK, and I don't usually drink in morning, but after reading that, it's a drink or a cold shower. Pass the bottle.......
windar
Teller of Tales
For once we agree, my friend...
Uh-oh. You mean there's a hotel MORE expensive than the Dorchester?
Double uh-oh
You and me both, Moore
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Ah, Loxuru! Fine to see you here.Oh! You were there too!?
Great acting of that American detective, isn't it.
I have read the book. Clearly she enjoys this a lot more than that crucifixion.
I'll ask her an autograph after the performance.
Do you often come to these re-enactments?
Look! Tree and Old Slave are here too. Hello, guys. How are you?
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Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Sure we are!Oh Shit! The gang's all here!
Eagerly looking forward to what's coming up....
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
Oh Shit! The gang's all here!
.....and we have to pay a premium then draw lots to be one of the extras. Worth it though........
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
You guys just like to turn the screws.
Are us guys any good at anything else besides screwing?
Should have known that someone would take a swing at a low hanging pitch like that one
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
So nice to see you two getting along these days ... 
Uh-oh. You mean there's a hotel MORE expensive than the Dorchester?
If there was I would have booked it.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Indeed! Wearing a jockstrap with an athletic cup! Occasionally, these female guest stars can get nervous when their role gets more exciting than they had anticipated, and give an undesired kick at an extra's sensitive organ.