Barbara refuses to go without a fight!!!
Like she recently did in Singapore too?Barbara refuses to go without a fight!!!
... and on a third occasion managed to break free ...
The spectacle of three henchmen down on their hand and knees trying to grasp and hold their wildly squirming, bucking and screaming charge soon had the crowd roaring and cheering.
Up on the scaffolding, the unseemly scuffle had finally come to the end.
But then, calamity struck as the executioner stooped to retrieve his ax from where it had fallen
causing the behemoth to reel backwards clutching his bleeding face and stumble over the edge of the scaffolding into the crowd below.
Don't you just hate it when they leave a good execution to amateurs? I bet this kind of thing wouldn't happen at a Changi Prison execution.What a mess it turns into. Once more an execution awarded to the cheapest bidder?
Oh, fantastic Barb!!!12
A stillness had descended over the multitude that had packed into San Sebastián’s market square to witness the executions of Bárbara Morales and Diego de Arana. Only the cry of gulls circling overhead broke the long palpable silence.
All eyes were glued on Bárbara, who was about to beheaded. Naked and quite visibly agitated, she had been forcibly escorted across the scaffolding to the executioner’s block ... before which she had been compelled to lean forward ... hands tightly bound behind her back ... and lay her neck and head on its ax-scored, blood-stained surface, to be held firmly in place ... facing the crowd ... by a henchman’s firm grip on a fistful of her long brown hair.
Positioned as she was ... sideways to the crowd ... the crowd saw her in profile, butt and hips slightly raised above the downward slope of back, shoulders and neck. She was crying. Her face was flushed, eyes filled with tears, dangling breasts swaying and bouncing with each body-wracking, wretched sob.
Held back, with arms pinioned, Diego watched ashen-faced as the preparations moved forward. He would have preferred to have been taken to the block first. He deeply regretted having rescued her from Colon’s quarters on the Santa Maria. If only he hadn’t been so infatuated with the lithe brown-eyed beauty, he thought to himself ... so full of himself as to think he could just take her away, hide and be forever happy together. If only he had left her where she was ... she’d still be an unwilling sex slave, shackled to a bed ... servicing, on demand, every despicable demand of Colon and his friends ... rather than bent naked over a block and presenting that exquisite neck of hers to the blade of the executioner’s ax.
All who watched in awed silence, would agree that the executioner was a showman who knew how to excite and please a crowd. As Bárbara was being positioned, he strutted around, ax in hand, throwing out his chest and flexing his arms. Theatrically he made a show of engaging in a few practice swings ... splitting thin air ... after which he would draw a finger across his throat and flash a wicked smirk.
While this was going on, the Governor had caught sight of Beatriz de Babadilla y Ossario, seated front and center before the scaffolding, surrounded by her retinue, and with that pompous annoyance of a man, Cristobal Colon, at her side. Nervously he nudged the Bishop, standing next to him, and hissed irritably at the strutting, preening executioner, “Get on with it!”
Smiling reassuringly, the Bishop leaned into the Governor’s ear to assure him that there was nothing to worry about, embellishing the message, meaningfully, with a series exaggerated of in-and-out thrusts of his most reverend excellency’s pelvis.
Less than fully reassured, the Governor smiled wanly and returned his attention to the executioner, who was extending his entertainment of the audience with yet another practice ax swing, which also happened to distract the attention of the henchmen holding Bárbara in position just enough to give her the freedom to roll free of the block.
The spectacle of three henchmen down on their hand and knees trying to grasp and hold their wildly squirming, bucking and screaming charge soon had the crowd roaring and cheering. Twice she wriggled free, and on a third occasion managed to break free when she bit a henchman foolish enough to put his hand over her mouth.
The Bishop’s jaw dropped in disbelief. The Governor’s face turned red with rage. The executioner looked bewildered ... the attention of his adoring audience irretrievably lost. Diego de Arana broke into a smile, and Cristobal Colon nudged the Countess and whispered, “Save them! I implore you! Save them!”
The Countess simply held up her hand to wave him and his plea away.
Up on the scaffolding, the unseemly scuffle had finally come to the end. With the fourth henchman occupied holding Diego, the executioner had been forced to throw down his ax and come to the aid of the other three henchmen. Together they succeeded in overpowering Bárbara and restoring her once again to her position bent over the chopping block.
But then, calamity struck as the executioner stooped to retrieve his ax from where it had fallen, not far from Diego’s feet. And what happened occurred so quickly that no one saw it coming. Except perhaps Diego ... or maybe it was just an instinctive reflex? In any case, what happened was that Diego suddenly ... without any warning and despite being constrained by a henchman and ankle shackles ... managed to knee the stooping executioner square in the head ... causing the behemoth to reel backwards clutching his bleeding face and stumble over the edge of the scaffolding into the crowd below.
TO BE CONTINUED
I just happened to tune in to 60 Minutes (a news magazine on the American network CBS, for those not familiar with it) just now. They had a piece on the letter that Columbus wrote to Ferdinand and Isabella on the voyage home describing his discoveries (apparently he couldn't get a Wi-Fi signal out there at sea). The original letter no longer exists, but many of the copies that were printed at the time and sent to libraries all over Europe do. Each one is estimated to be worth at least $1 million. Well, it seems that someone has been stealing them and replacing them with very high quality forgeries, including one in the Vatican Library. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/christ...aries-around-the-world-60-minutes-2019-10-20/
Oddly, the letter makes no mention of the incident with a certain Barbara Morales, something old Chris was hoping to hide, until this story busted it all open. The case is still unsolved, but Detectives Goldman and Moore are closing in on the suspect, with help from Stan's Italian Carabinieri contact, Roberto (Bob) Speroni. As you guys know, theyalwaysusuallyoccasionally arrest the culprit, so stay tuned.
He could, but he didn't, since his IPhone was Made in China, and hence contained spyware that would have alerted China's emperor about his discovery!(apparently he couldn't get a Wi-Fi signal out there at sea).
That man is an evil bastard, no mistake. It's not as if poor Barbara has been free from rape and abuse in her past, goodness knows her malicious Master from the Merchant's workhouse took his pleasure whenever and however he wanted. But to be so treated in front of a chained Deigo added unthinkable humiliation to the nefarious ordeal. And come the 'morrow she is to be flogged ... again ... Damn!13.
San Sebastián’s jam-packed market square erupted into complete bedlam when the executioner toppled from the scaffolding into the arms of the crowd below ... or rather, toppled smack down on the hard pavement below as onlookers backed instinctively away.
What went unnoticed ... at least briefly ... was that his ax, which the executioner had stooped to retrieve just as Diego managed to knee him in the face, had flown, cartwheeling into the air, only to come down on the Governor’s left foot, which the blade neatly cleaved in two just above the toes.
Sending at that moment a laxness in the grip of the astounded henchman at his side, Diego broke free and hastened to Bárbara’s side, urging her to rise to her feet, which she hastily did, taking wide-eyed shelter close to his side.
It was also at that time that Beatriz de Babadilla y Ossario, Countess of La Gomera, had seen enough and signaled to her personal man-at-arms, Carlos Garcia, to mount the scaffolding and bring a hasty end to the disrupted proceedings.
In leaps and bounds he mounted the scaffolding, and bypassing the Governor ... who was bellowing with pain as two henchmen, with the Bishop looking on, struggled to remove the ax blade from his mangled foot ... strode to the edge of the scaffolding and raised both hands high in the air in an attempt to bring relative quiet and order to the madding crowd.
Once he had achieved a semblance of their attention, he began to speak, shouting, “By the authority invested in me by Her Grace, Beatriz de Babadilla y Ossario, Countess of La Gomera, I hereby declare that today’s executions be suspended. Let it be known that the Countess also orders, pending her review regarding the fates of the condemned ... Diego de Arna and Bárbara Morales ... that they both be remanded ... in chains ... to the temporary custody of Cristobal Colon, Master of the carrack, Santa Maria.”
At that point, a phalanx of Colon’s men swept onto the scaffolding to take possession of Diego and Bárbara and hustle them away.
The ensuing riot on the market square lasted well into the night, with peace and tranquillity restored only after the armed intervention of garrison soldiers.
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Deep in the hold of the Santa Maria, naked and restrained by neck irons chained to opposite sides of the hold’s massive central supporting timber, Bárbara and Diego sat in silence, too stunned to think of anything to say to one another. The heat in the bowels of the carrack was oppressive, the air stale, their situation grim, despite their unexpected last minute reprieve from the executioner’s ax.
Far into the night they sat in total darkness. The only sounds being the creaking of timbers, the scurrying of rats, and their own breathing.
But then, there were footsteps ... and the swinging light of an approaching lantern.
And then, in its glow, the face of Cristobal Colon, come to pay them a late night visit.
“Well, Diego, a most fortunate turn of events for you and your little whore!” he announced cheerfully. “Fortunate to be alive, you are, thanks to the intervention of the good Countess ... for which I can also claim some credit. Also fortunate, my dear Diego, that you are, however temporarily, under her protection. For if you weren’t, I’d have you executed here on board for dereliction and desertion.”
Diego face could be seen in the flickering lantern light, glaring at Colon in an open show of defiance and contempt.
“And as for you,” Colon continued, turning toward Bárbara, and prodding her flank with the toe of his shoe, “You too appear to be temporarily under the Countess’ protection, but that does not preclude me from ordering the completion of your unfinished punishment of 30 lashes with the cat for an earlier offense against this ship. I can assure you that we shall see to that in the morning!”
Bárbara looked away, studiously refusing to acknowledge the man’s presence.
“What? No gratitude? No matter. I’ll take my thanks my way,” he sneered, undoing the front of his breeches.
In response, Bárbara spat contemptuously on the decking.
“On your side!” he roared, grabbing her by an ankle, flipping her half over, and lowering himself down behind her.
Realizing what he had in mind, she began to squirm and thrash, but was impeded by the fact that her wrists were bound behind her back as well as by the short chain that fettered her neck iron to the timber support.
Memories of her days in his quarters, chained to the bed and abused, flooded her mind as he grappled with her and eventually succeeded both subduing her and in positioning himself where he wanted to be.
She could feel the tip of his erection probing her bottom. She gasped as it found its mark and forced its way inside of her ... after which she endured with gritted teeth the relentless and seemingly interminable thrusting and pounding ... until ... at long last ... he finally finished, grunted with satisfaction and withdrew.
And through it all, she was aware of Diego, on the other side of the timber upright, quietly cursing to himself.
TO BE CONTINUED
A perfect example of why punctuation is important, kids!on the other side of the timber upright,