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[Fossy]

The henchmen, who had brought Bárbara and Diego to their feet, moved quickly to strip away the scrap of a chemise that hung from her hips and to remove Diego’s trousers. A chorus of cheers, wild applause and shrill whistles swept through the crowd ...

Beatriz de Bobadilla y Ossorio has clearly modelled herself on Cersei Lannister, both very powerful rulers ...

 

[Fossy]

A collective hush settled over the crowd as the struggling young woman was manhandled, screaming and kicking, into a kneeling position facing the dreaded, blood-stained block ...

 

[Migoz2]

A collective hush settled over the crowd as the struggling young woman was manhandled, screaming and kicking, into a kneeling position facing the dreaded, blood-stained block ...

That is a stunning manipulation!

 

[Harsh Martinet]

The henchmen, who had brought Bárbara and Diego to their feet, moved quickly to strip away the scrap of a chemise that hung from her hips and to remove Diego’s trousers. A chorus of cheers, wild applause and shrill whistles swept through the crowd ...

Simply WOW!!! The normal cliches can't possibly do this one justice.

 

[Harsh Martinet]

Simply WOW!!! The normal cliches can't possibly do this one justice.

Looking at this, I cannot understand why anyone would want to look her head off. Relieve her of her tongue...maybe...but a ball gag might be a better option.

 

[Fossy]

That is a stunning manipulation!

Thank you, your appreciation is very much appreciated ...

 

[Loxuru]

“Her first,” he said stooping to pick up his ax.

Bárbara felt the henchmen’s grip on her arms tighten.

She was pushed forward, but resisted, frantically, backpedaling with her feet. The henchmen were forced to lift her off her feet in order to move her closer to the waiting block.

A collective hush settled over the crowd as the struggling young woman was manhandled, screaming and kicking, into a kneeling position facing the dreaded, blood-stained block.

TO BE CONTINUED

Oh no! Yet another poignant cliffhanger!

To wait again in suspense another day and night!

Will the axe fall on Barb's neck?
Will La Bobadilla spare Diego and have a steaming threesome with him and Columbus?
Will Barb be spared and sent in chains back to Spain, just to have her beheaded there?
Will someone finally tell Columbus that he will never reach India as intended, since there is a continent in the way?

All in the next episode? Tomorrow!

 

[Wragg]

Bárbara chose that moment to retch and puke on his excellency’s red slippers, which caused considerable consternation for the Bishop as well as the henchmen holding her.

A collective hush settled over the crowd as the struggling young woman was manhandled, screaming and kicking, into a kneeling position facing the dreaded, blood-stained block.

That stopped me laughing...

 

[Jollyrei]

So he took his time, standing at the ready, absentmindedly dipping the tails of the cat in the brine bucket as he contemplated the task before him.

Always good to have a plan before setting to a task. If a job is worth doing, you know...

Then there was the broad part of her back below, and his eye was quick to detect the inviting swell of her upraised left breast just visible from where he stood. That globe of soft and pliable feminine flesh, as well as its twin on the opposite side, would warrant considerable attention as he knew it would react to the stinging bite of the knotted tips of the cat’s tails in ways sure to earn him the appreciation of his fellow seamen.

Below that, the lines of her ribs etched on tightly stretched skin defined the rest of the targetable space before her back tapered sharply down to the hollow at her slim waist. Her waist again offered significant wrap-around opportunity. Indeed, a thin self-satisfied grin stretched across his lips as he imagined the cat’s tails snapping and tearing at her tautened belly.

Below the hollow of her back, only the tops of her hips were exposed, offering precious little at which to strike. But he told himself, with some confidence, that the tattered remains of the chemise gathered precariously at the young woman’s narrow hips, were quite likely to fall away long before her flogging was over, which was sure to offer the cat some new and exciting possibilities.

He's taking liberties with his observations, I would say.

what would become of that?

And what will Barbara do with this fellow who needs to see a dentist. Is the lash or the halitosis the bigger problem?

She had fainted after a mere six!

One wonders how she will get to 30.

So she decided, then and there, she would stand tall and bravely face the cat.

Even brave people die.

 

[Jollyrei]

Diego was also aware of the renewed interest that the exchange between Alonso and Bárbara had sparked among the assembled crewmen, who must have sensed with satisfaction that the level of entertainment was sure to rise in the coming six.

But in the end, it was the dark triangle of matted hair, so visibly displayed against the wet fabric of her chemise that held his attention and stirred his loins. This was a woman he wanted desperately to possess, but was utterly helpless to stop Alonso, and his cruel cat, from destroying the very beauty that he, Diego de Arana, so ardently had come to admire.

And so we have a conflict. How will this be resolved.

“Get her down and bring her to me,” Cristobal Colon shouted to be heard above the howl of the wind.

Diego grimly nodded his assent.

And here we have a second conflict, which seems to have overtaken the first one. Did Cristobal Colon actually make it to the Americas?

“To the mountains. They’re very wild and rugged. We’ll hide out there until Colon and the others leave the island. Hurry! Not much time ...”

“But if we’re caught ... ?”

“We won’t be ... trust me ... “

He seems very sure for a person who is running off with his captain's bed slave and deserting ship.

Seizing his man-servant, Diego de Salcedo, by the arm, he called for fifty armed men to be assembled immediately to search the town, and for someone to fetch the governor and convey to him Colon’s urgent demand that he turn out the town garrison as well.

Turn out the whole garrison to find one bit of Catalan totty? Are there no other women in the Canarias? Let's hope the Governor has some sense.

This is getting quite exciting now. Which one is Long John Silver?

 

[Juan1234]

Keep going, Barb!!!

 

[Barbaria1]

Keep going, Barb!!!

Coming soon

 

[Barbaria1]

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 be 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

 

[Migoz2]

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 am reading this with bated breath!

 

[Loxuru]

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.

I would say, the world lost an excellent golf player with the executioner.

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.

He better would have gone playing golf! What a mess it turns into. Once more an execution awarded to the cheapest bidder?

 

[Fossy]

I am reading this with bated breath!

Likewise ... I almost jumped to end first!

 

[Fossy]

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

Oh my goodness ... I started by being certain that our ill-fated heroine would be saved, and then I wasn't sure and now at the end we have chaos which gives me renewed hope ... but renewed hope of what? Life as a docile sex slave? A flogging like no other? Perpetual rape and assault? All of the above?

Brilliant writing Barb, as usual. Thank you.

 

[Migoz2]

Likewise ... I almost jumped to end first!

Ha! So I'm not the only one! I had to fight very hard to resist that temptation to find out what was happening to our spirited heroine and our (slightly-less-than-gallant - going to the block first, Diego? Really?!) hero. Ok, so I haven't been here long, but, it seems to me, you are reaching new heights with these last two stories, Barb.

 

[Fossy]

Positioned as she was ... sideways to the crowd ... the crowd saw her in profile, butt and hips slightly raised ...

 

[Fossy]

... and on a third occasion managed to break free ...