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Princess Laetitia And Palace Intrigue
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...nor you any nicer!!!
I can't be talking about me...
Nor that very nice, respectable Archbishop Wragg!
They can’t really subject me to an inquisition! It is 2017, for god’s sake. But some time later guards bring me to a room where there is an ancient-looking rack and an equally threatening-look man with eyes looking over me through the holes in his hood. Cordially he says “Welcome, Laetitia, I am Dungeon Master Loruxu and you will be my charge until you confess to your crimes.”
“I have committed no crimes and will confess to none” I say defiantly.
“They all say that before they confess. You should enjoy the history of this device. Your namesake was broken on this very rack.”
“I have read about Princess Laetitia and she did not ‘break’ on the rack nor will I.”
“We shall see. I do apologize about the setting. We used to inmates that manually powered the pumps until that idiot Archbishop Wragg thought electric pumps would be cheaper. The damn pump broke down last week and the dungeon cell the rack usually still has almost 2 meters of water in it” Loruxu explains. “So if I may impose on you to climb up here we can begin.”
I look at the two guards that brought me here and know they would have no problem putting me on the rack. With my chest thrown out I proudly offer myself to the rack and confidently say again “Princess Laetitia was not broke on the rack nor will I!”
I begin to fear my hubris is not a good idea. It is no longer my choice.
As the chains coil over the cylinder my body is stretched over the centuries old rack.
I feel every joint crack.
I beg him to stop! He replies “Laetitia, we have just begun” as I plea for mercy. I receive none as I hear the chains wrap around the cylinder with yet another click of the ratchet!
“Come on, Laetitia” Dungeon Master Loruxu says “I have a meal break coming up. Let’s save each other the inevitable.”
“I am not confessing to a crime I haven’t done” I scream. The bastard tightens the drum another click. “OH, FUCK, STOP!”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“No Laetitia, I am asking you to confess to you crimes.”
“Then you can you can go fuck yourself” I rasp.
“I have better options than that, Laetitia” he says as he the ratchets the chains another notch tighter.
Oh, damn!!!
-Laetitia
“I have committed no crimes and will confess to none” I say defiantly.
“They all say that before they confess. You should enjoy the history of this device. Your namesake was broken on this very rack.”
“I have read about Princess Laetitia and she did not ‘break’ on the rack nor will I.”
“We shall see. I do apologize about the setting. We used to inmates that manually powered the pumps until that idiot Archbishop Wragg thought electric pumps would be cheaper. The damn pump broke down last week and the dungeon cell the rack usually still has almost 2 meters of water in it” Loruxu explains. “So if I may impose on you to climb up here we can begin.”
I look at the two guards that brought me here and know they would have no problem putting me on the rack. With my chest thrown out I proudly offer myself to the rack and confidently say again “Princess Laetitia was not broke on the rack nor will I!”
I begin to fear my hubris is not a good idea. It is no longer my choice.
As the chains coil over the cylinder my body is stretched over the centuries old rack.
I feel every joint crack.
I beg him to stop! He replies “Laetitia, we have just begun” as I plea for mercy. I receive none as I hear the chains wrap around the cylinder with yet another click of the ratchet!
“Come on, Laetitia” Dungeon Master Loruxu says “I have a meal break coming up. Let’s save each other the inevitable.”
“I am not confessing to a crime I haven’t done” I scream. The bastard tightens the drum another click. “OH, FUCK, STOP!”
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“No Laetitia, I am asking you to confess to you crimes.”
“Then you can you can go fuck yourself” I rasp.
“I have better options than that, Laetitia” he says as he the ratchets the chains another notch tighter.
Oh, damn!!!
-Laetitia
I did not give in to these bastards. I hurt but they are not close to breaking me!
I don’t know if it is the same night, day, or week but I am treated to the ‘wooden pony’. I have no idea how long but I did not confess!
A matron whispers to me “Laetitia, they will break you and execute you. No one accused gets out of here alive. Save yourself the pain and accept you are going to die here.”
“I cannot damn myself to death” I moan.
“You will, girl” she says “make easy on yourself.”
I spend countless hours on a ‘Judas Cradle’. I cave in. I confess.
What becomes of me?
-Laetitia
Tree
I don’t know if it is the same night, day, or week but I am treated to the ‘wooden pony’. I have no idea how long but I did not confess!
A matron whispers to me “Laetitia, they will break you and execute you. No one accused gets out of here alive. Save yourself the pain and accept you are going to die here.”
“I cannot damn myself to death” I moan.
“You will, girl” she says “make easy on yourself.”
I spend countless hours on a ‘Judas Cradle’. I cave in. I confess.
What becomes of me?
-Laetitia
Tree
Mr Loxuru, your appointment as Dungeon Master can be very temporary....
'Idiot' Archbishop Wragg, indeed!
It is one thing to confess to the charges and yet another to plead guilty to them as Laetitia is about to find out.
I am dressed in a gown that Dungeon Master Loxuru opens to reveal my breasts. He forces me to kneel before the archbishop, Monsignor Repertor, and Prosecutor Jollyrei.
Archbishop Wragg looks up from a document and after a brief pause says “We have reviewed the confession that you have given by your own free will. Before we pass sentence do you have anything to say to the court?”
“My ‘confession’ was a result of torture not free will and my eyes are up here; not on my breasts” I say firmly.
He sighs and says “An inquisition is not torture. Laetitia, it is the concurrence of this tribunal you are guilty of the charges against you and you are sentenced to death. Your execution will occur in a fortnight. It should please you that you as your namesake was shall be presented naked and publicly hanged by the neck until dead.”
I wobble then collect myself and said “But your excellency I thought you said Princess Laetitia never existed.”
“I believe such disrespect deserves two dozen lashes to be administered the week before your execution. Master Loxuru, would you please attend to that” Prosecutor Jollyrei asks.
“With pleasure, milord do you wish in the dungeon or in the square?”
“In public of course! Take this condemned wench away!”
I am kept in the abbey’s dungeon where the guards have their way with me whenever they wish. During one particularly long gang rape I cried “You are going to make me pregnant!”
“I don’t think you be showing a bump when you’re hanged in less than two weeks even if you are knocked up. But if it pleases you…” he pulls out of my sore pussy and rams his cock into my ass. I howl in pain.
Next comes my date with the whipping post. I am in a town that seems frozen in time centuries ago. It is yet another jolt to my realities. I came here to find if the Tree Kingdom was legend or fact and what was to be made of the story of Princess Laetitia. I find myself condemned to be hanged and am now being led the square naked before the crowd that is not of my time by a man who taunts me saying “Look at the bright side, Laetitia- you get a break from having cunt, ass, and mouth pounded. Let’s see how you do with whip doing the outside of your body!” I tell him I cannot see a damn thing without my glassed and I would like to see what is happening. He pulls them from his pocket and shoves them on my face. He says “Laetitia, things may look clearer but there is much intrigue in the abbey that is housed in the castle that replaced the original castle where King Tree II hanged his sister!”
“The book says she was his half-sister and full daughter” I reply.
-Laetitia
“Do not think I will get involved by explaining that” Bull replies.
Tree
I am dressed in a gown that Dungeon Master Loxuru opens to reveal my breasts. He forces me to kneel before the archbishop, Monsignor Repertor, and Prosecutor Jollyrei.
Archbishop Wragg looks up from a document and after a brief pause says “We have reviewed the confession that you have given by your own free will. Before we pass sentence do you have anything to say to the court?”
“My ‘confession’ was a result of torture not free will and my eyes are up here; not on my breasts” I say firmly.
He sighs and says “An inquisition is not torture. Laetitia, it is the concurrence of this tribunal you are guilty of the charges against you and you are sentenced to death. Your execution will occur in a fortnight. It should please you that you as your namesake was shall be presented naked and publicly hanged by the neck until dead.”
I wobble then collect myself and said “But your excellency I thought you said Princess Laetitia never existed.”
“I believe such disrespect deserves two dozen lashes to be administered the week before your execution. Master Loxuru, would you please attend to that” Prosecutor Jollyrei asks.
“With pleasure, milord do you wish in the dungeon or in the square?”
“In public of course! Take this condemned wench away!”
I am kept in the abbey’s dungeon where the guards have their way with me whenever they wish. During one particularly long gang rape I cried “You are going to make me pregnant!”
“I don’t think you be showing a bump when you’re hanged in less than two weeks even if you are knocked up. But if it pleases you…” he pulls out of my sore pussy and rams his cock into my ass. I howl in pain.
Next comes my date with the whipping post. I am in a town that seems frozen in time centuries ago. It is yet another jolt to my realities. I came here to find if the Tree Kingdom was legend or fact and what was to be made of the story of Princess Laetitia. I find myself condemned to be hanged and am now being led the square naked before the crowd that is not of my time by a man who taunts me saying “Look at the bright side, Laetitia- you get a break from having cunt, ass, and mouth pounded. Let’s see how you do with whip doing the outside of your body!” I tell him I cannot see a damn thing without my glassed and I would like to see what is happening. He pulls them from his pocket and shoves them on my face. He says “Laetitia, things may look clearer but there is much intrigue in the abbey that is housed in the castle that replaced the original castle where King Tree II hanged his sister!”
“The book says she was his half-sister and full daughter” I reply.
-Laetitia
“Do not think I will get involved by explaining that” Bull replies.
Tree
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Artifex Imaginum
Next comes my date with the whipping post. I am in a town that seems frozen in time centuries ago. It is yet another jolt to my realities.
I am now being led the square naked before the crowd that is not of my time by a man who taunts me saying “Look at the bright side, Laetitia".
Let’s see how you do with whip doing the outside of your body.
I really cannot get my mind around what is happening to me. The pain of the inquisition was real enough and, while a joke, so was my trial. I have not imagined the near constant rapes inflicted on me by the guards. I do not understand why this is happening to me and why society is allowing my persecution to go forward.
Yet I stand naked on a platform surrounded by a crowd wearing clothes from centuries ago. My wrists have been tied in front of me and hoisted over my head. On the platform stands Dungeon Master Loxuru anxiously toying with the vicious bullwhip I am about to be subjected to and Constable Madiosi. Before Loxuru can start I watch as the constable pulls out a computer tablet and reads from it as he addresses the crowd in a booming voice.
“Before you stand the condemned wench who dared to pledge her alliance to the traitorous princess that centuries ago assassinated her father and attempted to do the same to her brother. Since that time except for court proceedings the traitor princess’ name has been forbidden to be spoken or written in the Brampton Diocese that mirrors the long gone Tree Kingdom’s footprint. This wench not only has spoken the name but attempted to distribute propaganda that glorifies the disgraced princess! She has even assumed the princess’ name as her own and has confessed to such crimes.”
I did not confess to ‘assuming’ the name Laetitia. I was born with it! I would protest this point but the dungeon master has warned me that I would spend my last week alive suspended in strappado if I open my mouth other than to cry out when whipped. He explained I can be hanged just as easily with two dislocated shoulders as I can with healthy ones. The constable continues his address to the crowd saying “Today this wench is to receive twenty-four lashes for her near blasphemous disrespect of our beloved Archbishop Wragg. One week from this time she will be hanged from the relic of the gallows that her namesake was hanged and the archbishop invites you to attend the gala. Those not in attendance could be charged with sympathizing with this subversive wench!”
If I had any friends I do not anymore. Loxuru asks me if I am ready to be whipped. What kind of a dumb-ass question is that? I humor him saying “That is all I had on my calendar this afternoon.”
This is beyond what I could imagine! The searing pain of each sting of the bullwhip seems to compound on the one before it. My vision fades to I cannot even see the crowd below me.
I hang from my wrists, my legs to weak stand on. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear someone declare my scourging is over. I don’t think I could have taken another lash. Someone yells “Give her another 24 for insulting the archbishop!”
I could be delirious but I think they did whip another two dozen times… I am not sure…
-Laetitia
For the better part of the week Laetitia is kept in ‘solitary confinement’. It is not that she is alone- she is on display for the four Cruxton Abbey tours each day but it is unlikely anyone could join her in the cage.
I am placed in a cell if you wish to call it that. It is less than a meter square and not quite tall enough for me to stand upright. I could sit in it but the sloped concrete with a recessed center drain hasn’t been scrubbed much less hosed off in weeks. I don’t have anything but my pride and there is not much of that left. A guard tells me “We wanted to fuck your ass all day but you have a special visitor. Behave, you walking dead cunt!”
She walks in and I ask “So what part of my persecution are you involved in?”
“I am not part of your prosecution. I am a professor at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. I am Professor Barbara Moore. I am here to interview you about your mindset now that you are less than a week from being hanged” she says as she straightens her suit.
“There was a ‘Barbaria’ in the old book” I reply. “Laetitia poisoned her. Are you her descendant?”
“You are delirious” this Barb replies.
“Princess Laetitia watched as poison I mixed for my brother was poured down your throat!”
“You are insane, Laetitia, but that is no defense in the Brampton Diocese!”
I steady myself against the cell- fuck it, it is a cage- and say “Get this washed out and I will tell what you need to know.”
She manages to pull it off; the cage is cleaned…
-Latitia
Tree
Yet I stand naked on a platform surrounded by a crowd wearing clothes from centuries ago. My wrists have been tied in front of me and hoisted over my head. On the platform stands Dungeon Master Loxuru anxiously toying with the vicious bullwhip I am about to be subjected to and Constable Madiosi. Before Loxuru can start I watch as the constable pulls out a computer tablet and reads from it as he addresses the crowd in a booming voice.
“Before you stand the condemned wench who dared to pledge her alliance to the traitorous princess that centuries ago assassinated her father and attempted to do the same to her brother. Since that time except for court proceedings the traitor princess’ name has been forbidden to be spoken or written in the Brampton Diocese that mirrors the long gone Tree Kingdom’s footprint. This wench not only has spoken the name but attempted to distribute propaganda that glorifies the disgraced princess! She has even assumed the princess’ name as her own and has confessed to such crimes.”
I did not confess to ‘assuming’ the name Laetitia. I was born with it! I would protest this point but the dungeon master has warned me that I would spend my last week alive suspended in strappado if I open my mouth other than to cry out when whipped. He explained I can be hanged just as easily with two dislocated shoulders as I can with healthy ones. The constable continues his address to the crowd saying “Today this wench is to receive twenty-four lashes for her near blasphemous disrespect of our beloved Archbishop Wragg. One week from this time she will be hanged from the relic of the gallows that her namesake was hanged and the archbishop invites you to attend the gala. Those not in attendance could be charged with sympathizing with this subversive wench!”
If I had any friends I do not anymore. Loxuru asks me if I am ready to be whipped. What kind of a dumb-ass question is that? I humor him saying “That is all I had on my calendar this afternoon.”
This is beyond what I could imagine! The searing pain of each sting of the bullwhip seems to compound on the one before it. My vision fades to I cannot even see the crowd below me.
I hang from my wrists, my legs to weak stand on. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear someone declare my scourging is over. I don’t think I could have taken another lash. Someone yells “Give her another 24 for insulting the archbishop!”
I could be delirious but I think they did whip another two dozen times… I am not sure…
-Laetitia
For the better part of the week Laetitia is kept in ‘solitary confinement’. It is not that she is alone- she is on display for the four Cruxton Abbey tours each day but it is unlikely anyone could join her in the cage.
I am placed in a cell if you wish to call it that. It is less than a meter square and not quite tall enough for me to stand upright. I could sit in it but the sloped concrete with a recessed center drain hasn’t been scrubbed much less hosed off in weeks. I don’t have anything but my pride and there is not much of that left. A guard tells me “We wanted to fuck your ass all day but you have a special visitor. Behave, you walking dead cunt!”
She walks in and I ask “So what part of my persecution are you involved in?”
“I am not part of your prosecution. I am a professor at the University of the Virgin Martyrs. I am Professor Barbara Moore. I am here to interview you about your mindset now that you are less than a week from being hanged” she says as she straightens her suit.
“There was a ‘Barbaria’ in the old book” I reply. “Laetitia poisoned her. Are you her descendant?”
“You are delirious” this Barb replies.
“Princess Laetitia watched as poison I mixed for my brother was poured down your throat!”
“You are insane, Laetitia, but that is no defense in the Brampton Diocese!”
I steady myself against the cell- fuck it, it is a cage- and say “Get this washed out and I will tell what you need to know.”
She manages to pull it off; the cage is cleaned…
-Latitia
Tree
I didn’t this interview easily. I submitted to whatever it took to talk to Laetitia…
I ask her how she could confess to crimes that insured she would die and she assured me that at times death is better than torture.
I wish there was time to explore this concept …
…we never got the chance!!!
-Barbara Moore
Tree
I ask her how she could confess to crimes that insured she would die and she assured me that at times death is better than torture.
I wish there was time to explore this concept …
…we never got the chance!!!
-Barbara Moore
Tree
I would blame 'blonde ambition' on Barb's desire to get ''ahead" but Barb is not blonde and there is only a huge line forming to help her get her interview!!!!View attachment 497792 The things one does to get ahead.
Shit! No Bull. Not that kind of head!
I believe the full quote was 'Oh shit, it is JUST Tree?!?!?!Oh Shit!
Don't worry... I have another thread opened!!!
T
Repertor
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What for time-jumps, repertor.
From the Puritans to the ancient rome and back to King Georges time. Remarkable!