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At the beginning of the noon-hour break the main attraction (though hardly the last witches to be hanged) is brought onto the in the persons of Erin the Brave, Sister Mary Discipline, Lady Barbara Moore, and Eva Inanna are brought out. Eva approaches her noose knowing she like her mother was born a witch and by her very existence knows hanging her will not kill her yet she doesn’t yet know how she will suffer while they try.
While most find this Market Day a picture-perfect day weather-wise the four women bound and noosed on the gallows bake under the midday sun while suffering verbal abuse and seeing and smelling the witches hanged before them roasting. It was well after 1 PM when the pompous Lord Loruxu climbs the steps to the gallows to address his minions. He strolls back and forth across the front of the gallows where Erin the Brave, Sister Mary Discipline, Lady Barbara Moore, and Eva Inanna stand noosed and soon to be hanged.
“My dear subjects I appreciate you coming out to witness the worthless dregs of our society not only removed from our presence but rendered into valuable food stock that not only feeds us but finally contributes to the wellbeing of Brampton to make it great again.”
There is wild applause by his already drunken subjects. Lord Loruxu smiles and walks next to the doomed Lady Barbara Moore. He sadistically strokes his fingers through her dirty sweaty-matted hair and yells to the crowd “You see this wench was once known as ‘Lady Barbara Moore’. I have bedded her and must admit she was quite satisfying if you know what I mean.”
By the applause of the menfolk and their bruised biceps punched by their women Loruxu figures they know what he means and adds “This lovely lady is one anyone your dreams of fucking…”
“…no shit” someone yells.
He slaps the bottom of my right breast and says “Let it be known that I, Loruxu, would not spare this wench the rope she will die hanging from. I encourage you to turn in the wench that you keep merely for your pleasure.”
“Loruxu, you loved me” I plea.
(not my best manip… but you get the idea)
“No, I used you as you did me. You were bestowed status based on your cunt; and a fine one it is” Loruxu whispers. “I need a deal with Archbishop Wragg and he needs one with me. He offered Sister Mary Discipline and I offered your neck in return.”
“So it’s all politics” I ask.
“Everything is politics, Barbara” Lord Loruxu whispers. “You negotiated yourself into being a mere pawn. I need the archbishop and he needs me. You and the nun are collateral damage. Peace will reign for a few years at the cost of your necks. After that… who knows…”
-Lady Barbara Moore
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No matter what Barb thinks about the softness of my Premium French Hemp : I'm rassured, my rope will not break ! It was already resisting to the others girls'weight !
