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U.S.A. Harlots ~vs~ Dastardly Brits
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This from Starkpic
have endeared ourselves to these soldiers here.
"What bloody soldiers?" Starkpic screws up the impertinent note and ejects it from the cab of his truck. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" He pulls hard numerous times at the electric starter of his DIAMOND T. uuu.....uuuuUUUUu....UU..u.u. ....uu.....u.u.u.uuuUUUU. "Come on, you bugger start!"UUUU.......U.....U...Uuu....U.....u...u...
"Those malacious magpie womenfolk have flattened mi' batteries. I know! I'll start her on't'incline."
The handbrake went off and the mighty witch-finding machine began to trundle down the hill. With infinite knowledge of such technical stuff, the great witch-finder, selected the gear and axle from the multitude of levers in the cab, and let out the manly clutch. Amid a great black cloud of smoke the awesome contraption burst into life and man and machine headed pell mell through hedges and farmyards on their quest to punish those wily waffling wenches.
"Get out the bloody way!" Starkpic shouted at all en route as he blew the horn on his way to Francis Tumblety's hostelry.
This from Fly-me
Tally Ho!
'Tally Ho!' Cried Sir Flymo, as he skilfully guided his flying washing machine down through the clouds.
'I spy the harlots sporting with the soldiers - damn their floozy eyes'
Polishing his mighty lance in readiness he swooped low over the scene preparing to let loose the Anti Witch Bombs he carried in his cod piece.
His vapour trail of sparkling Omo streaked down to mingle with Starknut's exhaust fumes thus creating a smoke screen that the sluttering witches could not see through.
Shoving his throtle lever forward into afterburn he fired up his spin dryer to maximum revolutions and lined up his sites on the furry patch adorning Annabarebum's nether regions.
'Gotcha' he screeched in glee - miscalculated his trajectory and shot straight up her arse.
She hardly noticed the intrusion and requested one penny for a parking fee.
this from yours truly
Hmmm.
Seems I have to contemplate this lastest annoyance...
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afore taking retalitory action.
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This from Starkpic
suspenderised by her charm....
I pull quietly to a halt at top o' 'ill. Standing on the driving seat and popping my head out trap door, I binocularise the area in detail. Within seconds my keen vision spots the Annabellic witch bending over a fallen soldier; she is no doubt rifling his pockets after seducing him and potionising him. Poor young man!
I alight swiftly from my post and, like an armadillo in aspy of an ants' nest, I silently approach the kneeling harlot from behind.
Her squeals and blasphemies come all to late!
I force her arms behind her and secure her wrists with the most robust of twine. Then, forcing her face into the earth, I pull up her skirts and begin a whacking of her with mi' yard long cane.
Thhhh....whack, thhh..wack,...ssssssth..whack, I continued with this discipline for some moments, enjoying the squeals and pleas for mercy from this simple woman; (for then, in my clutches, she was a little more). Gone were the smartass words and even the colourful lingo of the lower class ladies had dried grey under my cane. However, being not a cruel man, I spared the rod when my arm began to ache and decided that some more placid humilation was in order for this upstart tart.
"Right!" Says I authoritively. "Let's be havin' these 'ere togs off ye!" As I spoke I pulled and tore at the filthy garments, casting each item over my shoulder, as the tearful filly became more and more exposed. On seeing her naked, my hands went around her buxom frame and a heavin' in my loins decided me to give her some consolation. With mi' hands a gripping at her nips and teats, I penetrated the kneeling witch and rode her round and around the inebriate soldier and finally into the ditch.
Starkpic padlocks the iron....
cage on the back of his truck, having tossed the naked Annabelle Lee inside. Smirking down at the witch, now highly erotic in her docile and nude state, Starkpic laughs out his comments.
"Not so lippy now are we, smarty tits?!!"
"Now for those other two, Minnie and Barebuttocks! I suppose Monseirs Flymo and Ukin'll be pissed as handcarts now down at the bloody tavern!"
My dear friend Minnie rushes to my rescue
pssst, annabell, distract the bugger a little and let me work this lock with my hair pin here, just a little bit longer, almost, ah ha....that sticking carpet bagger just thought he could lock us up, come on annabell, lets find Miss BB and go think about retribution for these three bungling idiots......
okay, I managed to get some harlots to distract those three with their "lances" for a while so we could regroup. I slipped them a bit of that potion again so they should be out for awhile.....out of my way you drunken soldier, we are not dallying with you today good sir, now move it or lose it!!!!!!!!!!
Fly-me lies drunk in the tavern
In the tavern.................
Hic......belch........hic.
Starkpic
, come on annabell, lets find Miss BB and go think about retribution for these three bungling idiots......
"Hell's belles! There's that 'skinny' Minnie and..... by thunder, she's got my prisoner with her!!!!" I curse at the vision I see in my rear view mirror and smack my foot hard on the brake pedal. My trusty juggernaut finally judders to a halt with my tugging hard at t'handbrake and pumping the peddle.
"I see ye! You varmints!!!" I shout at the distant fugitives as they leapt the hedges and scurry across the unmown fields towards the beckoning buildings. "Scurvy, no good, americano trollopes; not a trustworthy bugger among 'em!!"
"Where's that drunken Fly boy gotten to, just when he's bloody needed???"
"Do I have to do everything myself?"
And our tale continues...
have endeared ourselves to these soldiers here.
"What bloody soldiers?" Starkpic screws up the impertinent note and ejects it from the cab of his truck. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" He pulls hard numerous times at the electric starter of his DIAMOND T. uuu.....uuuuUUUUu....UU..u.u. ....uu.....u.u.u.uuuUUUU. "Come on, you bugger start!"UUUU.......U.....U...Uuu....U.....u...u...
"Those malacious magpie womenfolk have flattened mi' batteries. I know! I'll start her on't'incline."
The handbrake went off and the mighty witch-finding machine began to trundle down the hill. With infinite knowledge of such technical stuff, the great witch-finder, selected the gear and axle from the multitude of levers in the cab, and let out the manly clutch. Amid a great black cloud of smoke the awesome contraption burst into life and man and machine headed pell mell through hedges and farmyards on their quest to punish those wily waffling wenches.
"Get out the bloody way!" Starkpic shouted at all en route as he blew the horn on his way to Francis Tumblety's hostelry.
This from Fly-me
Tally Ho!
'Tally Ho!' Cried Sir Flymo, as he skilfully guided his flying washing machine down through the clouds.
'I spy the harlots sporting with the soldiers - damn their floozy eyes'
Polishing his mighty lance in readiness he swooped low over the scene preparing to let loose the Anti Witch Bombs he carried in his cod piece.
His vapour trail of sparkling Omo streaked down to mingle with Starknut's exhaust fumes thus creating a smoke screen that the sluttering witches could not see through.
Shoving his throtle lever forward into afterburn he fired up his spin dryer to maximum revolutions and lined up his sites on the furry patch adorning Annabarebum's nether regions.
'Gotcha' he screeched in glee - miscalculated his trajectory and shot straight up her arse.
She hardly noticed the intrusion and requested one penny for a parking fee.
this from yours truly
Hmmm.
Seems I have to contemplate this lastest annoyance...
.
.
.
.
.
.
afore taking retalitory action.
.
.
.
This from Starkpic
suspenderised by her charm....
I pull quietly to a halt at top o' 'ill. Standing on the driving seat and popping my head out trap door, I binocularise the area in detail. Within seconds my keen vision spots the Annabellic witch bending over a fallen soldier; she is no doubt rifling his pockets after seducing him and potionising him. Poor young man!
I alight swiftly from my post and, like an armadillo in aspy of an ants' nest, I silently approach the kneeling harlot from behind.
Her squeals and blasphemies come all to late!
I force her arms behind her and secure her wrists with the most robust of twine. Then, forcing her face into the earth, I pull up her skirts and begin a whacking of her with mi' yard long cane.
Thhhh....whack, thhh..wack,...ssssssth..whack, I continued with this discipline for some moments, enjoying the squeals and pleas for mercy from this simple woman; (for then, in my clutches, she was a little more). Gone were the smartass words and even the colourful lingo of the lower class ladies had dried grey under my cane. However, being not a cruel man, I spared the rod when my arm began to ache and decided that some more placid humilation was in order for this upstart tart.
"Right!" Says I authoritively. "Let's be havin' these 'ere togs off ye!" As I spoke I pulled and tore at the filthy garments, casting each item over my shoulder, as the tearful filly became more and more exposed. On seeing her naked, my hands went around her buxom frame and a heavin' in my loins decided me to give her some consolation. With mi' hands a gripping at her nips and teats, I penetrated the kneeling witch and rode her round and around the inebriate soldier and finally into the ditch.
Starkpic padlocks the iron....
cage on the back of his truck, having tossed the naked Annabelle Lee inside. Smirking down at the witch, now highly erotic in her docile and nude state, Starkpic laughs out his comments.
"Not so lippy now are we, smarty tits?!!"
"Now for those other two, Minnie and Barebuttocks! I suppose Monseirs Flymo and Ukin'll be pissed as handcarts now down at the bloody tavern!"
My dear friend Minnie rushes to my rescue
pssst, annabell, distract the bugger a little and let me work this lock with my hair pin here, just a little bit longer, almost, ah ha....that sticking carpet bagger just thought he could lock us up, come on annabell, lets find Miss BB and go think about retribution for these three bungling idiots......
okay, I managed to get some harlots to distract those three with their "lances" for a while so we could regroup. I slipped them a bit of that potion again so they should be out for awhile.....out of my way you drunken soldier, we are not dallying with you today good sir, now move it or lose it!!!!!!!!!!
Fly-me lies drunk in the tavern
In the tavern.................
Hic......belch........hic.
Starkpic
, come on annabell, lets find Miss BB and go think about retribution for these three bungling idiots......
"Hell's belles! There's that 'skinny' Minnie and..... by thunder, she's got my prisoner with her!!!!" I curse at the vision I see in my rear view mirror and smack my foot hard on the brake pedal. My trusty juggernaut finally judders to a halt with my tugging hard at t'handbrake and pumping the peddle.
"I see ye! You varmints!!!" I shout at the distant fugitives as they leapt the hedges and scurry across the unmown fields towards the beckoning buildings. "Scurvy, no good, americano trollopes; not a trustworthy bugger among 'em!!"
"Where's that drunken Fly boy gotten to, just when he's bloody needed???"
"Do I have to do everything myself?"
And our tale continues...
Annabelllee2003
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Thank you Minnie!
“Let’s see… Ah, my dear delightful resourceful friend Minnie. You’ve managed soundly to thwart those bumbling knaves…
“…and I applied my bullwhip to Fly-bite’s amazingly unaerodynamic nightmare and peed in his carburetor. Don’t trust he can fly with my octane. And you Minnie have put a burr in Starkpuck’s loincloth to be sure.
“I daresay my wrath grows toward Sir Fly-paper and Lord Storkdick and I trust you’ll assist me, Ms Minnie. After the swoop to my amazing arse by Sir Emu (that now flightless Fly-me wonderbird) and the fonging of said arse by Starkpuke and his subsequent uninspired, unimaginative, and unfulfilling (might I add) diddling of my most fair balden sex, I think it’s time we go ballistic on them.
“Ukin’s been notably absent, and I fear he and Ms BB have may be dally’n elsewhere.
“Time to break out my spell book…”
….Annabell thumbs through the index for just the right spell…. Her lovely brow creased with concentration…
“What do you think Minnie? ‘The Shrunken Penis’? – No, they wouldn’t notice… Their lances being that way quite naturally… ‘The Growing Man Teats’? Ah, now that has potential.
“Let us retire to my trailer, my fine oasis that sits squarely amid the trashy suburban splendor of Hollybush Hills.”
Annabell smartly snaps her fingers and her Hoover appears – she’s such a modern witch after all.
“Come Minnie, we ride!”
“Let’s see… Ah, my dear delightful resourceful friend Minnie. You’ve managed soundly to thwart those bumbling knaves…
“…and I applied my bullwhip to Fly-bite’s amazingly unaerodynamic nightmare and peed in his carburetor. Don’t trust he can fly with my octane. And you Minnie have put a burr in Starkpuck’s loincloth to be sure.
“I daresay my wrath grows toward Sir Fly-paper and Lord Storkdick and I trust you’ll assist me, Ms Minnie. After the swoop to my amazing arse by Sir Emu (that now flightless Fly-me wonderbird) and the fonging of said arse by Starkpuke and his subsequent uninspired, unimaginative, and unfulfilling (might I add) diddling of my most fair balden sex, I think it’s time we go ballistic on them.
“Ukin’s been notably absent, and I fear he and Ms BB have may be dally’n elsewhere.
“Time to break out my spell book…”
….Annabell thumbs through the index for just the right spell…. Her lovely brow creased with concentration…
“What do you think Minnie? ‘The Shrunken Penis’? – No, they wouldn’t notice… Their lances being that way quite naturally… ‘The Growing Man Teats’? Ah, now that has potential.
“Let us retire to my trailer, my fine oasis that sits squarely amid the trashy suburban splendor of Hollybush Hills.”
Annabell smartly snaps her fingers and her Hoover appears – she’s such a modern witch after all.
“Come Minnie, we ride!”
Annabell, I love the way you think girly. and that hoover is most becoming......where may I get one? The growing man teats spell is a good one, I must say I agree that shrinking the already shrunken would not do an ounce of good.
we may have to go looking for MissBB soon, I would hate to think of her in peril but if she is enjoying herself, I would not want to distract her.
up up and away, I have never ridden a hoover before....
we may have to go looking for MissBB soon, I would hate to think of her in peril but if she is enjoying herself, I would not want to distract her.
up up and away, I have never ridden a hoover before....
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minnie179 said:
ah, my dear friend Minnie... This is low gear... Wait until I shift into high.. You'll know why I spend so much time aloft!
I've another in my shed. It's yours for the rescue of me, my friend...
Later we will ride the skies together... Now that Sir Fly-emu is grounded for the moment...
And look - look down there... Is that, no... YES it's Starkprick...
Let's dive at him... Bag needs empty'n anyhow... Sorta killing two stones with a bird....
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What the fu.....???!!!
I head quickly into the safety of the blacksmith's shed.
"Flying forges! What sort of bloody bird was that???!!!"
I sneak another peek around the door but can only see a distant dark UFO leaving a fluff ridden trail in the sky.
I shout for Smoking Joe Brazier, the blacksmith but to no avail, so I begin searching through his wares to find the new branding irons I had ordered.
(to be continued....in some depth...)
I head quickly into the safety of the blacksmith's shed.
"Flying forges! What sort of bloody bird was that???!!!"
I sneak another peek around the door but can only see a distant dark UFO leaving a fluff ridden trail in the sky.
I shout for Smoking Joe Brazier, the blacksmith but to no avail, so I begin searching through his wares to find the new branding irons I had ordered.
(to be continued....in some depth...)
Revenge is sweet
Ahaa you strumpet! You thought you had me grounded by peeing in my carb. But in your ignorance of matters technical (to be expected from The American Harlots) you could not tell my carb from my hip flask and peed in same!
And now I am aloft again and seeking sweet revenge. I puýsh my throttle forward and the awsome shriek from my hot and cold clapping side valve engine spells doom to the American Harlots.
I've caught you bending Annabelle, with your skirts around your waist! You should have remembered - always look over your shoulder before you crouch for a pee.
Before you can run off I have you impaled upon my mighty lance.
'OOOOHHH' you squeel in rapturous surrender. Please Sir Fly-Mo do it again - only harder.
Ahaa you strumpet! You thought you had me grounded by peeing in my carb. But in your ignorance of matters technical (to be expected from The American Harlots) you could not tell my carb from my hip flask and peed in same!
And now I am aloft again and seeking sweet revenge. I puýsh my throttle forward and the awsome shriek from my hot and cold clapping side valve engine spells doom to the American Harlots.
I've caught you bending Annabelle, with your skirts around your waist! You should have remembered - always look over your shoulder before you crouch for a pee.
Before you can run off I have you impaled upon my mighty lance.
'OOOOHHH' you squeel in rapturous surrender. Please Sir Fly-Mo do it again - only harder.
P.S.
And as for you Minnie Ha Ha - I will get around to you in a moment when I have shaken the other Harlot off my mightry lance.
And you too will flutter and tremble as I strip you of your knickers and waving them aloft, plunder your nether regions!
And as for you Minnie Ha Ha - I will get around to you in a moment when I have shaken the other Harlot off my mightry lance.
And you too will flutter and tremble as I strip you of your knickers and waving them aloft, plunder your nether regions!
damn it, that bugger will not stay away.....okay, annabell, hang in there, Didn't you tell me there were some nifty attachments to this thing? lets see, how about that button right there?
WOOHOO, look at fly-no-more bounce on the ground. who knew a cord could have that affect on someone? hang on Anna, I will get you to safety and we will have a good laugh at what he thought he was poking with his lance....men, they see a hole and just naturally assume it is for their pleasure.....poor guy, wonder if it will grow back?
WOOHOO, look at fly-no-more bounce on the ground. who knew a cord could have that affect on someone? hang on Anna, I will get you to safety and we will have a good laugh at what he thought he was poking with his lance....men, they see a hole and just naturally assume it is for their pleasure.....poor guy, wonder if it will grow back?
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Ah....
Starkpic writes
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.What the fu.....???!!!
I head quickly into the safety of the blacksmith's shed.
"Flying forges! What sort of bloody bird was that???!!!"
I sneak another peek around the door but can only see a distant dark UFO leaving a fluff ridden trail in the sky.
I shout for Smoking Joe Brazier, the blacksmith but to no avail, so I begin searching through his wares to find the new branding irons I had ordered.
(to be continued....in some depth...)
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You can run, but you can't hide! We lofty snatches can quite quickly follow your trail... And watch you tremble!
Starkpic writes
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.What the fu.....???!!!
I head quickly into the safety of the blacksmith's shed.
"Flying forges! What sort of bloody bird was that???!!!"
I sneak another peek around the door but can only see a distant dark UFO leaving a fluff ridden trail in the sky.
I shout for Smoking Joe Brazier, the blacksmith but to no avail, so I begin searching through his wares to find the new branding irons I had ordered.
(to be continued....in some depth...)
============================================
You can run, but you can't hide! We lofty snatches can quite quickly follow your trail... And watch you tremble!
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Re: Revenge is sweet
ONLY HARDER?
Holy moly, I didn't even feel it the first time...
Fly-me said:
ONLY HARDER?
Holy moly, I didn't even feel it the first time...
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minnie179 said:
Ya know Minnie, my sweet friend. I do believe these poor blokes nurse a grudge...
Once again, you have come to my rescue.. Well Done! Come, we go to ground in my estate.
Mind that cur of Mrs. Magilicutty, he's quite a set of chompers on him... Oh, and the doggie mess. Little bugger's been land mining the dooryard again. Friends with Starkstitch and Fly-bung no doubt. Except their leavings come out of their mouth... Much the same...
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Re: What the fu.....???!!!
*poking head out from under Smoking Joe Brazier's coverlet*
What was that noise?
starkpic said:I head quickly into the safety of the blacksmith's shed.
"Flying forges! What sort of bloody bird was that???!!!"
I sneak another peek around the door but can only see a distant dark UFO leaving a fluff ridden trail in the sky.
I shout for Smoking Joe Brazier, the blacksmith but to no avail, so I begin searching through his wares to find the new branding irons I had ordered.
(to be continued....in some depth...)
*poking head out from under Smoking Joe Brazier's coverlet*
What was that noise?
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Re: Re: What the fu.....???!!!
Ah, Ms BB.. so glad to know you are still about.. The smartest of us all, dally'n with that Blackie.. Is it true about the size of a man's... Ah, never mind..
Glad to have ya back..
And I think you should come to my castle trailer... Mind the dog patties... Cause, I think they be ganging up on us again...
Mad Urkin is with them again too.
So, gather forces Ladies... Let's see how to blow them out to sea.
Got another Hoover in the back.... With the really cool attachments!
missbehavin_badly said:*poking head out from under Smoking Joe Brazier's coverlet*
What was that noise?
Ah, Ms BB.. so glad to know you are still about.. The smartest of us all, dally'n with that Blackie.. Is it true about the size of a man's... Ah, never mind..
Glad to have ya back..
And I think you should come to my castle trailer... Mind the dog patties... Cause, I think they be ganging up on us again...
Mad Urkin is with them again too.
So, gather forces Ladies... Let's see how to blow them out to sea.
Got another Hoover in the back.... With the really cool attachments!
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thought I heard a noise .....
under Smoking Joe's coverlet.
Before I could check it out, I hear an odd sound.
"Yo!.... Yo!....Yo!... "
I return a call into the darkness from whence the voice comes.
"What sort of bloody lingo is that?!! 'Yo.... bloody, yo! Eh?!!"
Out of the blackness, saunters Iron Mike; before he has chance to utter further Americano city slang, I slap him around the back of his head in reprimand.
"You're in bloody Blighty now, you soppy pug, so cut out the 'boysinthe bloody hood' dictum. You ain't talking to no Las Vaguearse one arm bandit now. Get me them there brando irons and smartish!" Tyson rushed to appease me but received a further admonishment when he returned with a pitchfork instead of the branding irons. Ukin shook his head and smiled whilst giving me a knowing glance.
Then all three of us looked across at the coverlet as we each heard a female sneeze. In unison, we tugged away the cover to find Ms. BB. trembling beneath.
While Ukin held back the over zealous Iron Mike, I prized the young and, in her fear, highly erotic, half clad witch's apprentice.
under Smoking Joe's coverlet.
Before I could check it out, I hear an odd sound.
"Yo!.... Yo!....Yo!... "
I return a call into the darkness from whence the voice comes.
"What sort of bloody lingo is that?!! 'Yo.... bloody, yo! Eh?!!"
Out of the blackness, saunters Iron Mike; before he has chance to utter further Americano city slang, I slap him around the back of his head in reprimand.
"You're in bloody Blighty now, you soppy pug, so cut out the 'boysinthe bloody hood' dictum. You ain't talking to no Las Vaguearse one arm bandit now. Get me them there brando irons and smartish!" Tyson rushed to appease me but received a further admonishment when he returned with a pitchfork instead of the branding irons. Ukin shook his head and smiled whilst giving me a knowing glance.
Then all three of us looked across at the coverlet as we each heard a female sneeze. In unison, we tugged away the cover to find Ms. BB. trembling beneath.
While Ukin held back the over zealous Iron Mike, I prized the young and, in her fear, highly erotic, half clad witch's apprentice.
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TO THE RESCUE!
The lovely and talented Annabell is squatting over the cheap naugahide sofa searching for MsBB with her glass and leather phallicball ($634.98....Barney's, New York...)
"MsBB needs us!
"Starkpoop has her cornered at the Blacksmith's. Reach around there Minnie, get the jar marked MT... Dump that on the forge fire and watch them grow teats a cow would envy..."
Dressed for battle with iron clad panties (with the cute little kissy lips on them and the little surprise in the crotch) under their skirts, Annabell and Minnie mount their trusty hoovers and streak off to rescue the fair damsel Ms BB.
"Minnie my dear, please, do the honors with that pitchfork... You deserve it my girl."
The lovely and talented Annabell is squatting over the cheap naugahide sofa searching for MsBB with her glass and leather phallicball ($634.98....Barney's, New York...)
"MsBB needs us!
"Starkpoop has her cornered at the Blacksmith's. Reach around there Minnie, get the jar marked MT... Dump that on the forge fire and watch them grow teats a cow would envy..."
Dressed for battle with iron clad panties (with the cute little kissy lips on them and the little surprise in the crotch) under their skirts, Annabell and Minnie mount their trusty hoovers and streak off to rescue the fair damsel Ms BB.
"Minnie my dear, please, do the honors with that pitchfork... You deserve it my girl."
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mithinks the Brits have vanished!!!
Could it be so easily won?
Could it be so easily won?
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Shhhh...lie low lads...
Sir Stirfry enters with the silence of a predatory lizard, his finger to his lips, suggesting immediate silence to us all. Ukin places a rag in Tyson's mouth before he has chance to utter; Ms.BButt has already been gagged with her own brassiere.
We three stalwarts of Albion, from now on known as the 'Mighty Blightees', continue our converse in code using advanced versions of both morse and semaphore with merely the common articles lying about us.
Stirfry's shredding on Ms.BB's knickers said it all and he sneaked out to purloin the bags of Condaleeza Rice, Vinegar and Robin's starch required for our plan. This left myself, Ukin and Iron Mike to study the secret white papers, the loyal and trustworthy Stirpot had retrieved from Tumblety's safe.
These documents were none other than.....
J.Edgar Hoover's original plans for aeronautical surveillance and ballistic attack by the perpulsion, as opposed to propulsion, of highly modified vacu'um electromagnetic engineering.
After a few moments of study, I smacked MS.BB heartily across her buxom rump and whispered to the others.
"We've cracked it mi' shipmates! Time to batten down yon hatches and bring out pestel and mortar!" Even the slow Iron Mike had the drift of this and each man took up his position for battle. Me, I thought to myself; "Yes, you strumpets! You've met your match here!", But I kept a serious countenance throughout even if my palm did itch to thrash the buttocks of these desperado wenches of woebetideness.
Sir Stirfry enters with the silence of a predatory lizard, his finger to his lips, suggesting immediate silence to us all. Ukin places a rag in Tyson's mouth before he has chance to utter; Ms.BButt has already been gagged with her own brassiere.
We three stalwarts of Albion, from now on known as the 'Mighty Blightees', continue our converse in code using advanced versions of both morse and semaphore with merely the common articles lying about us.
Stirfry's shredding on Ms.BB's knickers said it all and he sneaked out to purloin the bags of Condaleeza Rice, Vinegar and Robin's starch required for our plan. This left myself, Ukin and Iron Mike to study the secret white papers, the loyal and trustworthy Stirpot had retrieved from Tumblety's safe.
These documents were none other than.....
J.Edgar Hoover's original plans for aeronautical surveillance and ballistic attack by the perpulsion, as opposed to propulsion, of highly modified vacu'um electromagnetic engineering.
After a few moments of study, I smacked MS.BB heartily across her buxom rump and whispered to the others.
"We've cracked it mi' shipmates! Time to batten down yon hatches and bring out pestel and mortar!" Even the slow Iron Mike had the drift of this and each man took up his position for battle. Me, I thought to myself; "Yes, you strumpets! You've met your match here!", But I kept a serious countenance throughout even if my palm did itch to thrash the buttocks of these desperado wenches of woebetideness.
starkpic
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Do you think they have given up?
Cried Iron Mike, breaking the silence.
"Most likely." Retorts I, whilst hooking Ms.BB up to the chain for hoisting.
"Even so." I added, whilst carefully avoiding the young nubile's gnashing teeth. "We'll track 'em down easy with my old Dick and the dogs." I turn to physically examine the buttocks of the stripped harlot before continuing, she loves it although, being Ms.BB, does not admit it. Instead she screams obscentities and spits like a viper.
"Oh, oh, m'pretty, steady up! 'Tis your lucky day, for I've decided not to brand ye on account of your rolling rear landscape. Twould be like ploughing a field of apricot trees!" I turned to quieten the groaning of the disappointed Tyson.
"Instead, my little wicked nymph, I going to mount you on my old Dick and parade you around this 'ere town for mockery and punishment as a bad 'un of the witchery denomination!" Fear now crossed Ms.BB's face before again it turned to thunder and more expletives come spouting moistly towards me.
"Tyson! Fetch my old Dick!"
Cried Iron Mike, breaking the silence.
"Most likely." Retorts I, whilst hooking Ms.BB up to the chain for hoisting.
"Even so." I added, whilst carefully avoiding the young nubile's gnashing teeth. "We'll track 'em down easy with my old Dick and the dogs." I turn to physically examine the buttocks of the stripped harlot before continuing, she loves it although, being Ms.BB, does not admit it. Instead she screams obscentities and spits like a viper.
"Oh, oh, m'pretty, steady up! 'Tis your lucky day, for I've decided not to brand ye on account of your rolling rear landscape. Twould be like ploughing a field of apricot trees!" I turned to quieten the groaning of the disappointed Tyson.
"Instead, my little wicked nymph, I going to mount you on my old Dick and parade you around this 'ere town for mockery and punishment as a bad 'un of the witchery denomination!" Fear now crossed Ms.BB's face before again it turned to thunder and more expletives come spouting moistly towards me.
"Tyson! Fetch my old Dick!"
missbehavin_badly
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Trusty hair pin dont fail me now, I think while trying to pick the lock on these chains.
MissBB, hang in there. Anna and I have called in favors and will be there shortly to finally take care of these brits once and for all.
Annabell, flash some tit, wiggle some ass, and get us those supplies. I am off to get the plans and do some distracting of my own.......
whoa, who do we have here? yoohoo, mr. man, over here. I am in need of some assistance from a big strong man like yourself, would you be ever so kind as to show me how to work this contraption over here??? GOT CHA!!!!!!!!! Tyson my dear, Starkstupid should never have sent you outside alone me little sweet. now, lets strip ya, tie you up, gag ya, and save you for later.....now, thats a good boy, oh looky, keys......eureka, I have an idea......Annabell, load up, we have a party to crash with their own tools.......
Annabell, flash some tit, wiggle some ass, and get us those supplies. I am off to get the plans and do some distracting of my own.......
whoa, who do we have here? yoohoo, mr. man, over here. I am in need of some assistance from a big strong man like yourself, would you be ever so kind as to show me how to work this contraption over here??? GOT CHA!!!!!!!!! Tyson my dear, Starkstupid should never have sent you outside alone me little sweet. now, lets strip ya, tie you up, gag ya, and save you for later.....now, thats a good boy, oh looky, keys......eureka, I have an idea......Annabell, load up, we have a party to crash with their own tools.......
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Mutiny!!!!
Suddenly all hell broke loose around us. I was just about to thrash the gorgeous rump of Misbehavin' when I heard a rumpus outside.
"What's that there rumpus outside?" I bellowed, turning momentarily away from my duties and, it seems, allowing my desired to prey to release herself from the manacles.
Ukin was at the day conveying an instant report to me; a crowd had gathered, but the naked minx was on my back a' biting at my ear. "Get this demented little tart off mi' back!" Barked I, as I twisted my arm around to grab hold of her fleshy bits.
With her still on my back I raced to the door to see poor old Tyson being hoisted, bollock naked, by Minnie the other minx. The crowd were jeering, like the idiots they were.
"Open the stable door, Ukin!" I yelled. "Let big old Dick out!"
"Will do, my trusted, loyal, handsome and intelligent compatriot!" Came Ukin's swift reply.
Unable still to free myself of the turbulent tart on my back, I lashed out at the crowd with pick handle.
"Stand aside you ignorant working class types! Get out my bloody way 'afor I 'ave y'all strung up by your bollocks!" Needless to say the crowd were desperate to avoid my wrath but not one would dare to come to my aid against the devil on my back.
"You shower of cowering clods! Wait 'til this is over! I'll burn you bloody crops, your bloody barns and whip your women folk!"
Just in the nick of time, the stable doors burst open! My charger, the great black Dick, comes racing out!
I whisper to my old trusty horse. "Clear this bloody lot out the sodding way, dearest Dick, my wonderful handsome cart horse."
He read me like a book and reared up at the frightened crowd before cornering the malicious Minnie.
Suddenly all hell broke loose around us. I was just about to thrash the gorgeous rump of Misbehavin' when I heard a rumpus outside.
"What's that there rumpus outside?" I bellowed, turning momentarily away from my duties and, it seems, allowing my desired to prey to release herself from the manacles.
Ukin was at the day conveying an instant report to me; a crowd had gathered, but the naked minx was on my back a' biting at my ear. "Get this demented little tart off mi' back!" Barked I, as I twisted my arm around to grab hold of her fleshy bits.
With her still on my back I raced to the door to see poor old Tyson being hoisted, bollock naked, by Minnie the other minx. The crowd were jeering, like the idiots they were.
"Open the stable door, Ukin!" I yelled. "Let big old Dick out!"
"Will do, my trusted, loyal, handsome and intelligent compatriot!" Came Ukin's swift reply.
Unable still to free myself of the turbulent tart on my back, I lashed out at the crowd with pick handle.
"Stand aside you ignorant working class types! Get out my bloody way 'afor I 'ave y'all strung up by your bollocks!" Needless to say the crowd were desperate to avoid my wrath but not one would dare to come to my aid against the devil on my back.
"You shower of cowering clods! Wait 'til this is over! I'll burn you bloody crops, your bloody barns and whip your women folk!"
Just in the nick of time, the stable doors burst open! My charger, the great black Dick, comes racing out!
I whisper to my old trusty horse. "Clear this bloody lot out the sodding way, dearest Dick, my wonderful handsome cart horse."
He read me like a book and reared up at the frightened crowd before cornering the malicious Minnie.
Annabelllee2003
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Dumping my gleened treasures, I leap into the fray. Ole Dick... Well he's a fine animal to taste the bullwhip. As the frightened beast gallops out his rump stinging with the whip I watch Ms BB as she clings to the back of Lord Starched Pants.
With a rebel yell "Aiieeeeeeeeeee" I loose the whip on his feet causing him to tumble. In a quarterflash Ms. BB is straddling him -
"OPEN HIS SHIRT Ms. BB my friend!"
When she does I toss her the jar, "Dump this on his chest!"
When he looks down in facinated horror as his nips grow to amazing proportions WE LAUGH! Ms. BB gets up, Minne moves toward us and we lock elbows to laugh at his prediciment.
We turn in a group to face Ukin. "Minnie my dear! Your turn!"
I glance back at Sir Struck Dumb, he's pulling his teats to full length and rather enjoying it..
It's a good look for him!
With a rebel yell "Aiieeeeeeeeeee" I loose the whip on his feet causing him to tumble. In a quarterflash Ms. BB is straddling him -
"OPEN HIS SHIRT Ms. BB my friend!"
When she does I toss her the jar, "Dump this on his chest!"
When he looks down in facinated horror as his nips grow to amazing proportions WE LAUGH! Ms. BB gets up, Minne moves toward us and we lock elbows to laugh at his prediciment.
We turn in a group to face Ukin. "Minnie my dear! Your turn!"
I glance back at Sir Struck Dumb, he's pulling his teats to full length and rather enjoying it..
It's a good look for him!
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Just in the nick of time.....
Sir Stirfry appears with the condaleeza rice, vinegar and starch already mixed; sensibly he hurls a merry dollop my way. I smear it on the enlarging breasts tout suite while this timely agent of good fortune makes a similar delivery to Ukin.
Like the three musketeers we re-group and my well trained horse turns and gallops back to my side. With one bound, I leap upon him and cut down the unfortunate Tyson, carrying him to safety under my free left arm.
My good friend Sir Stirfry has alerted the posse and, led by Francis Tumblety, they appear from every corner. Soon the three buxom witches are surrounded and visible tremble at the prospect of becoming a public spectacle.
"We must punish and humiliate them in such a manner as to deter others from following their lead!" Says I, sternly in austere command of the situation.
"Strip them! Strip them!" Cry the eager mob.
"OH, alright then, if you wish. If you're sure that's what you want." Said I kindly to the baying voyeurs.
First to be hung by her ankles was the 'clever clogs' known as Annabell Lee. I took great pleasure, in myself, tearing away her filthy garments and stripping her naked.
Sir Stirfry appears with the condaleeza rice, vinegar and starch already mixed; sensibly he hurls a merry dollop my way. I smear it on the enlarging breasts tout suite while this timely agent of good fortune makes a similar delivery to Ukin.
Like the three musketeers we re-group and my well trained horse turns and gallops back to my side. With one bound, I leap upon him and cut down the unfortunate Tyson, carrying him to safety under my free left arm.
My good friend Sir Stirfry has alerted the posse and, led by Francis Tumblety, they appear from every corner. Soon the three buxom witches are surrounded and visible tremble at the prospect of becoming a public spectacle.
"We must punish and humiliate them in such a manner as to deter others from following their lead!" Says I, sternly in austere command of the situation.
"Strip them! Strip them!" Cry the eager mob.
"OH, alright then, if you wish. If you're sure that's what you want." Said I kindly to the baying voyeurs.
First to be hung by her ankles was the 'clever clogs' known as Annabell Lee. I took great pleasure, in myself, tearing away her filthy garments and stripping her naked.
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