“The fuckhead’s rebellion is at an end. The scumbags who fought with him .. locked in chains .. awaiting transfer to the mines ... “ Digging out the wealth from the earth .. that had brought these invaders over the passes and crushed a wealthy peace-loving people. “.. where they will repay their king for their insurrection. For the rest of their miserable lives .. “ Yannuck felt a knot at the pit of his stomach. His devoted soldiers. Faithful. Fiercely loyal. Driven underground. Never again to see the light of day. Life expectancy short no doubt. His heart gave a lurch. But his demeanour gave no sign. His people saw him stood proud, chest high, his muscled belly drawn in. An object lesson in courage. Standing up to the enemy .. in the face of death. Just the way his people expected him to be. “No such leniency for ringleaders ..” The captain’s arm flicked over at Yannuck spread between the uprights., Dismissively. “Your king has condemned him to death …” YOUR KING. Not one person in this square thought of the tyrant as that. AND … if he had expected a reaction from the crowd .. if the captain had thought the people were going to show shock at the sentence .. he was disappointed. They were frozen by the horror presented to their eyes. Numbed by the sight. The end of life as they knew it. There was no going back from this. Yannuck felt his failure deeply. He had let them down. But Yannuck felt an obligation too. To his pride. As a member of his royal family. But more to his people. This was not the end. He’d stand up to them as long as he could still draw breathe. Oppression could never be the end. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ Blacksmith Constance/ Todd Sanfield Caption He stood out from the crowd, picked out from the crowd. For all his size .. looking nervous .. what had he done? Reprisals .. .that what this was about? Yannuck swore .. the bastards!
sure she couldn’t. “Like I was saying …” He had tight by the jaw, forced her to face Yannuck. In his agonies .. still his sense of right-and-wrong could do battle with his pains. Yannuck could see the sheer terror trembling in her body. Neither of them knew what this was about. But he could see she was filled with anxiety. Biting her bottom lip. Scared out her wits. What had she done to be faced with this? Forcefully the captain pushed her down to her knees. When her terrors resisted .. without thinking .. she did not know what to do .. the captain kicked out .. the terrified girl crashed to her knees .. only a few inches from Yannuck’s thighs. She was crying now. Out of her mind with fear. Yannuck felt his anger rising. But above all he wanted to crush her to his strong chest, fold comforting arms around her, tell her it would all be all right. “What you’re gonna do, sweetie ..” The captain still had hold of her by the back of her neck. Suddenly he pushed her forward. Her face was being ground into Yannuck’s groin. “ .. gonna suck him off for me.” She can’t have She can’t have understood. There was no reaction. “Remember .. sweetie .. AFTERWARDS .. you and me ..” He sniggered. Dominating over a poor defenceless girl. “SO .. might as well get some practice in ..” With one quick tug from his other hand the captain ripped the sacking away. The only covering Yannuck had to his name. A second later his head was grinding her face into Yannuck’s pubic hair. “SUCK THE FUCKER OFF!” ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ Shaming Caption Size doesn’t matter .. What dickhead ever come up with that one?