A Public Spectacle

Disclaimer and Copyright

The following story, ‘A Public Spectacle’ was written in 2008 and 2009 and is an original work of fiction and is intended for adult readers only.  It contains descriptions of acts of violence, forced nudity, public humiliation and non-consensual sexual activities not suitable for many readers.

If these things offend you, the reader, do not read any further.

Elements of this story; its plot, setting and character names, are not necessarily unique to this story, and any resemblance with actual events, places and persons is unintentional.  I wish to thank all the past writers and storytellers in the English language for the inspirations used to write ‘A Public Spectacle’, with a special thanks to the authors, reviewers and readers of this web site for their encouragement and support.  I assert a copyright on the text of this story and no printing, distribution, re-posting or commercial use what so ever is allowed without prior authorization by myself or my future assignees. 

However, since the basic ideas in this story (public punishment, small-town politics, adultery, pain, repression of the middleclass, sex, betrayal, morality, prostitution, etc.) are not entirely my own, feel free to incorporate them into any of your own works.  I look forward to reading them.

Neal  [aka oldpervert1 on bdsmlibrary.com, aka fishbreath4@yahoo.com]

A Public Spectacle

Chapter 19 – Yvette’s Branding – an ‘A’ on the Ass

The water balloon bombardment continued for several minutes, even though the sheriff deputies fired more bullets into the air.  There has to be a great many well-practiced arms tossing those water balloons, because when the deputies ran around to the other side of the hedge, there was no one there.  But the barrage continued, this time from another source ; behind a nearby building, and when those perpetrators are chased away by the authorities.  The next shower of balloons came from within the crowd itself ; and it arrived in such a great salvo that it seems ever person in the crowd is throwing a water balloon.

Judge Fairvert is hit several times, which cools off his over heating body, but this makes his temper run even hotter.  Yvette and Smoky are also hit.  The water making a large dark splotch on the back of the Jailer’s gray dress uniform, but it does not make any discernable spot on Yvette, since she is completely naked.  To the captive, the impromptu shower is the most refreshing thing she has experienced in the last 30 hours.  It reminds her of the time she ran naked through the lawn sprinkler when she was 5 or 6 and had her own water balloon fights with her playmates.  While the audience and the other jail guards are scurrying around to avoid being hit by the liquid projectiles, Smoky and Yvette just stand there; Yvette because she chained to the bondage frame and Smoky because of his many years of discipline.  They both are smiling.  Both of them see the humor in using such a childish method to express the people’s civil disobedience.

The Judge does not.  “Shoot !  Shoot them all !,” screams the Judge to one of the sheriff’s deputies.

“Ah, Judge, we can’t just shoot guys for throwing water balloons,” says one of the guards.

Finally, a direct hit is scored on the brander’s furnace and the fire goes out with a hiss and belch of while steam.  The crowd cheers, or at least a large number of them do, since this one balloon extinguishes the brander’s fire and that seems to be the whole purpose of the balloon barrage, although soaking Judge Fairvert in the process is an added bonus.  Then just as quickly as it had started, the volley of water projectiles stops.  Everyone in the crowd of ordinary townsfolk is quite dry and trying their damnedest to look innocent.  However all the official dignitaries, and anyone near the stage, is soaked.  Most, like the Judge, are extremely angry, but there is nothing they can do about it.

“Judge Fairvert, they stopped.  You want us to go search the crowd for anyone carrying concealed weapons, ah, I mean water balloons ?”

“No, never mind, what’s the point.  The jail isn’t big enough to hold all of them anyway.  Jailer, lay the prisoner over the brander’s barrel and lets get this over with,” yells the Judge.  Smoky drags the heavy barrel a little closer to the front of the stage, so the Judge can get a good look. 

“Your Honor, sir,” says the Brander.  “I have to re-light my furnace and re-heat the branding iron.  It will take a few minutes.”

“No matter.  Lay the bitch across the barrel and let me get at good look at her young, firm ass ; her unmarked and unblemished ass,” says the Judge.  “Jailer, do your duty.  Prepare the prisoner.”

Smoky unties the rope holding Yvette’s elbows apart and unshackles her wrists as well.

“Oh, thank you Smoky.  That feels so much better.”

The old Jailer then leads her by the chain leash to the center of the stage.  “Now lay over this ol’ barrel with your feet on one side and your hands on the other.”  He then instructs his 4 guards to each take an arm or leg and hold the prisoner still.  “We don’t want any sloppy letters due to her moving about,” he admonishes.  “And I’m sure Miss Yvette doesn’t want to get re-branded for any sloppy letters, neither.”

Yvette lies on the barrel, pressing her tits against the rough wood in the process.  The chain between her pussy lips rubs her clit even harder.  The 2 guards holding her wrist pull her arms so tight, her knees leave the stage.

“This is unacceptable !” hollers the Judge.  “Where is that deluxe branding horse I ordered last month ?”

“Hasn’t arrived yet, Your Honor.”

“Damn.  We’ll just have to make due with what we got, but the barrel needs a few modifications.  Jailer, get that sweet-assed bitch up and off the barrel.  Brander, remove the ends of the barrel and one of the barrel staves ; the one right under her tits.”

The brander and the jailer look at each other questioningly.  “It’s his show.  Let’s just follow orders and not get in trouble,” says the Brander to Smoky.

“I know what you mean, but I got a bad feeling about this.  Someone is going to get a reprimand.  I can feel it.  Just hope it’s not me.”

Smoky leads Yvette back to the bondage frame and hands her chain to Jock saying, “Jock, take charge of our little nympho while I help the Brander change-up the equipment.  Oh, and you can tug on that chain all you want.  Our adulteress gets real excited when you do.”

Jock smiles, “I know she does.  I think I’ll make her give the crowd one last sex-demonstration while you and the Brander modify the equipment,” says Jock to his boss.  “Now, Miss Easy stand up straight and spread those legs a little more.”  Yvette complies.  “That’s a good slut.  Now put your hands behind your back and keep them there.  If you move a centimeter, I’ll crop those breasts until they are raw.  Understand ?”

For emphasis, Jock un-hooks his riding crop from his belt.  All the jailer guards are carrying riding crops today.  He runs the wide leather loop over Yvette’s hardened nipples.  Yvette shutters and understands completely.  She spreads her legs a little further to show her obedience to Jock and her pussy to the audience.  She really has no choice in the matter.  It’s either that, or get tits whipped - again.  Jock lifts his end of her lead chain to get maximum pressure on her clit, then starts tugging furiously.  She instantly responds with a moan of pure pleasure as the chrome links dance on her love-button.

The Brander has re-lit his furnace and is heating the sole iron remaining.  Smoky kicks in the top and bottom of the barrel.  The heavy iron barrel bands are the only thing holding the staves together.  Without the support of the barrel ends, it is not as rigid.  The staves start to shift in relation to each other, but they are still bolted to the barrel bands and hold a reasonable resemblance to a barrel.  The brander unbolts one of the staves and slides it free from the barrel rings.  Now the barrel is hopelessly wobbly.

“There you go, Judge.  Is this the way you want it ?  It don’t look to stable to me.”

“It’ll do. Now turn it so the crowd can look through the center of the barrel.  I want the TV cameras to see Miss Easy’s tits hanging down inside the barrel,” says Judge Fairvert as he shuffles over to the stage steps.  “I have a ‘special’ punishment planned for Miss ‘best tits on the planet’ and I want the cameras to get a good view of it.”

On cue, two cameramen dolly to the front of the stage and point their lenses into the center of the barrel.  “If the Judge says it is special, then we’ll get it,” says on cameraman to the other.

The Judge slowly climbs the 6 steps up to the stage.  He takes the steps one at a time, always leading with his right leg.  His left one seems very stiff.  A pair of courthouse clerks, one on each side of the old man, helps him up the stairs.  Meanwhile, Jock has the over-sexed prisoner on the verge of another orgasm.  Her eyes are closed and her breathing is in short gasps as Jock continues to tease her clit with the chain running through her cunt lips.  The Judge finally reaches the stage platform and inspects the barrel.  “Bolt it to the stage.  Right up by the front edge,” he says as he shuffles over to the naked prisoner in the center of the stage.  Jock increases the pace of his chain tugs and just as Yvette is about to cum, Judge Fairvert swats her already reddened buttocks.  This is all the extra stimulation needed to send her over the edge and she convulses with yet another orgasm.  The crowd cheers.

“I knew it.  From the first time I saw you in my courtroom, I knew it,” says the Judge.  “You are a real pain whore and will make such a fine fuck-slave in any bordello’s play-dungeon.”

Jock still holds the chain, but he has stopped tugging on it, to Yvette’s relief.  Smoky, the Brander secure the barrel to the stage while the other 3 guards stand at ‘parade rest’ and watch Yvette’s sex-show.

“The iron is ready, Your Honor,” says the brander.  The crowd cheers and applauds his announcement. 

A TV reporter says, “Finally, the moment they have been waiting for.” 

The courthouse clock chimes 1PM.  Yvette realizes this should be the end of her punishment, but no one looks like they are going to release her.

“Just a moment Brander,” croaks the Judge.  “I have a special treat for our prisoner, since she is such a pain slut.”  The judge pulls 2 thin cords from the pocket in his robe.  “These strings are made by a friend of mine; a real sadist.  He braids them from some kind of native plant cordage,” says the judge who holds them in front of Miss Easy so she can see.  “They look quite ordinary, don’t they ? But they are quite strong, and knots tied with these strings can not be untied.  Once the knot is pulled tight, it will not slip, not even a millimeter.  If the string is tied around you, say around your finger, the only way to get loose is to cut the string.”

The Judge calls to the 3 other guards, “You guards come here and hold the prisoner still.  Even though she is a masochist, our little pain-whore is not going to like this one bit.  Not when I tie the strings to her tender nipples !”

The 3 guards look over at Smoky for some sign of approval, since on xz345 delta, the courts do not have control of the jailhouse guards.  Smoky nods his approval and the guards take hold of Yvette’s arms and twist them behind her back.  The Judge makes a loop in the end of the braided string and puts his fingers through the loop.  With this same hand, he grabs Yvette’s hardened nipple and slips the loop over the base of her nipple.  Then with the other hand he pulls the loop closed.

“Ahhhh !!!” cries Yvette.  The crowd laughs and jeers at her pain.  TV cameras zoom in for close ups of the prisoner’s snared nipple.

“Oh, you want it tighter ?  O.K.” and the judge pulls the knot tighter.  The pain in Yvette’s nipple is more than she ever could imagine.

“AHHHHH !!!  Damn you, you old bastard !” she snaps.  “This is not part of my punishment.  Brand me, you son-of-a-bitch, and get it over with.”

“What ? and not snare your other nipple.  Preposterous !”  The judge repeats the same procedure on her other nipple.

“AHHHHH !!!” she yells, as the crowd applauds their approval of this special bit of torture.

“There, now you are ‘in balance’, and we can proceed with your branding, you adulterous slut.  Guards, lay the bitch over the barrel.”  The 2 braided strings hang from Yvette’s nipples, which are quickly turning purple.  “Make sure her tits hang through the space provided by the missing stave and let the strings hang free,” says the old barrister as he descends the stage steps and returns to his seat.

The guards do as they are instructed.  Miss Easy kneels on one side of the barrel and her torso is draped over the cask.  Two guards hold her wrists and two hold her lower legs.  The cameras have moved in for their close-ups and all the TV commentators are buzzing about the Judge’s devilishly painful nipple nooses.  “What is the wicked old Judge up to this time.”  “He sure has a big bag of tricks for his prisoners.”

“Smoky, tie the ends of those strings to the barrel rings.  Make sure you stretch this whore’s tits as you do so.  I want no slack in those strings, mind you.”

“Yes, sir.  But you know this added punishment is illegal.”

“I am the law in NuGreenleaf.  And I decide what is legal and how to punish the adulteresses.”

Smoky stands his ground, until a sheriff deputy with a machine gun says, “Do as you’re told, boy, and no one in the square gets hurt.  We got some of those bitches who threw the water balloons, but that doesn’t mean we won’t arrest more.”

Smoky sees that his situation is hopeless.  The sheriff’s men are clearly under the Judge’s orders.  He kneels down and tugs on one of the nipple strings.  “Miss Yvette, it looks like I can’t take care of you any more.  Not without a lot of bloodshed.  I’m sorry, hun.”

“I understand.  That bastard holds all the trump cards and all the machine guns.  Just do it quickly, so we can get this over with.”

Smoky ties the nipple strings to the barrel rings.  At this point the guards holding her wrists and ankles are superfluous.  If she tried to get up from her ass-in-the-air, branding position, she would tear off her own nipples.

Judge Fairvert walks to the front of the stage, and one of the TV crews moves a microphone in close and records the conversation between the Judge and the distressed prisoner.

“Now, my little slut, the trick is not to flinch when the red-hot iron burns your first ‘A’ brand into the perfect skin of your ass.  Remember, the knots in the string will not slip.  You are being held captive by the most sensitive part of the female anatomy.  Guards, you can release the bimbo now.  She is not going anywhere,” says the Judge.  “How do you like it, so far, cunt ?”

The 4 jailhouse guards release their holds on the prisoner, but she remains laying over the branding barrel ; her ass in the air.

“It hurts, but I suspect you know that.  And you know it’s after 1PM and my punishment, as stipulated in your own decree, should be over at 1.  Everything you’ve done to me since the clock sounded the hour, is an abuse of your judicial powers, you old bastard.”

“Oh that little technicality.  I will simply re-write my decree this afternoon.  I can keep you in this position, with your tits and nipples all stretched out, all afternoon.  I just simply change the time on the decree.  How would you like that ?  I guess that after an hour, your nipples will be just so much dead meat anyway.  Do you want me to keep you here on display and in agony for any hour or maybe two or three ?  Until your nipples die and fall off on their own ?”

“You will do whatever you want,” says Yvette.  “I am in no position to change anything, sir.”

“That’s the attitude I want to see; a completely submissive and naked prisoner.  Did you know all branded adulteresses become whores ?  It’s true.  Within a month, most of them are ‘working’, flat on their backs with fresh cum dripping from their well used cunts.  A lot of them work for me, in one of my sex houses,” says the evil Judge as he reaches under the barrel and twangs the strings tied around Yvette’s nipples.  “One of these days, I will have to thank the guy that raped you.  He really has delivered to me some first-class, fuck-meat.  But if you don’t work for me, you can always sign-on with another bordello.  One that specializes in S/M, such as ‘The Tortured Pussy’, ‘Satin’s Harem’ or ‘The Chained Rose’, not because I have an investment interest in these other whore houses, but because they can supply a girl with your masochistic tendencies a steady stream of sadistic customers with big, horny cocks.    So what do you say, cunt ?  Do you want to be branded now so you can make your début into the whoring ranks tonight, or do you want to wait around, with those strings pulling on your tits and cutting-off your circulation ?  Do you really want to wait until your nipples fall off ?”

It doesn’t take long for Yvette to make this decision.  Either way, she ends up branded and scared for life.  At least if she does it quickly, she can save her nipples.  “Please, sir, brand me now.  I don’t want to be a nipple-less whore.  I still want to have the best tits on the planet, and I’m sure I would forfeit the title should anything happen to dismember them.  I am quite horny and am dying to suck cocks and be fucked by cocks – lots of cocks – so please brand me now, sir, to end my punishment and begin my new profession, as a, as a whore.  Please Sir.”

The Judge turns to the crowd.  “You heard her.  She wants to be burned, as an outward sign of her truly slutty nature.  Brander, do your duty and lay on the iron !”

The crowd cheers as the Brander retrieves the ‘A’ branding iron from the furnace.  But just then, a clerk hands the Brander another envelope, just like he had done before Arthur Ragsworth’s branding.  Inside is a letter on fine, official-looking stationary, a 50 credit bank note and a packet of powder.

The Brander announces to the crowd ; “It seems the Jack Sutter, Miss Easy’s former husband, wants to make the prisoner’s ‘A’ brand very prominent on her ass, and has provided a chemical staining agent to do so.  Is this OK with you, Judge Fairvert ?”

“Oh, by all means.  I only wish I could be branding the word ‘WHORE’ and her whore’s registration number on her other butt cheek as well, but we can do this tomorrow.”

The Brander sprinkles the powder on the end of the branding iron.  As usual, there is a puff of smoke when he does so, but it doesn’t have the same smell as the silver nitrate.  The brander is too busy to notice this, and he sears the hot iron on to Yvette’s up turned ass.

“Aaahhhh !” screams the girl.  Her fists clench, her legs straighten and her gluteus maximus tightens, but Yvette has the presence of mind to fight her natural reflexes and not jerk her upper body when the branding iron burns her.  Therefore, her aching and purple nipples are still attached to the ends of her breasts.  There is a small trickle of blood running down the braided string, where the cord has cut into the base of her nubs, but everything remains intact ; at least for now. 

“Oh, that was so much fun.  Let’s do it again,” says the Judge.  “Brander, heat up a large ‘A’ for her other ass-cheek.  And this time I want to burn her.”

“But your honor, this is only her first offense.  She was never charged or tried for a second offense.  Branding her again would be highly illegal,” says Smoky with 3 of his men right behind him.

A TV commentator says, “some thing strange is going on here at the courthouse square, ladies and gentlemen.  Judge Fairvert has just ordered that Yvette Easy, the convicted adulteress, be branded for a second time, but the jailer is preventing it.  He has 3 of his guards carrying machine guns up on the stage and they are refusing the Judge’s orders.  The armed sheriff’s deputies are nowhere to be seen.  No, wait, I see them. They are all laying on the ground just behind the stage.  I can just barely see them from my vantage point.  They appear to be handcuffed and are laying on their stomachs with a 4th jailhouse guard standing over them.  What a turn of events !”

“You can’t do this !” screams Fairvert, who is red faced with rage.  “I’ll have you fired !”

“Well, maybe you will, and maybe you won’t, and maybe I just retire.  The one thing that remains certain is that you are due in court in less than 10 minutes.  And if you don’t show-up, Cindy Cums, the common whore who kicked your nephew’s butt yesterday, will go free.  It’s your choice.  Stay here and debate the merits of an illegal branding or go do your job in your courtroom.”

The Judge is furious, but he knows he has to get up to his courtroom a.s.a.p.  He turns to go and says over his shoulder, “I’ll get you for this.  You just wait.”

Another TV reported in the crowd says, “The Judge has just walked past me and is going towards his courthouse.  He is visible in pain, but maybe I can get a statement from him.  Your Honor, what happened ?”  Just then a clerk pushes a wheelchair through the crowd and the old Judge sits in it.  “Well, there you have it.  Judge Fairvert is being taken in a wheelchair to the courthouse by one of his clerks.  It looks like the public punishment of Miss Yvette Easy is over.  Back to you in the studio.”

Back on stage, Yvette whines to the Jailer, “Smoky, aren’t you going to take care of me, like you promised ?  You could start by getting these strings off my nipples.”

“Yah, I forgot ‘bout the nipple strings,” says the old jailer.  “Brander, lend me your iron.”  Smoky takes the still hot branding iron and applies it to the nipple strings.  After a few seconds, the strings are burned through and Miss Easy’s tits are freed.  She pulls her breast from between the barrel slates, stands up, and rubs her burned butt.  “Smoky, I can’t see the brand but I sure knows its there.  Does it look all black and ugly ?”

“No, Miss Yvette, it looks a little but shiny.  It’s golden !  That weren’t no silver nitrate the brander used.  It must have been gold dichloride.  Expensive stuff, but it makes a really pretty branding mark.  The tattoo artist doc is taking you to this evening is going to love working with a butt-brand as pretty as this.”

Just then, Doctor John Moore runs up on to the stage. “And speaking of your tattoo appointment ; it’s at 9PM and this guy is really good.  However, let me bandage that burn, young lady,” say the Doc.

“Oh Doc !  It was awful !” say Yvette Easy as she wraps her arms around the doctor.  “The Judge was about to brand my ass again for a second offence adultery crime, until Smoky and his guards stopped him.”

“I know.  I supplied the chloroform used to knock out the sheriff deputies.  Now turn around and place you hands on the barrel, while I put a dressing on that burn.  It is rather shiny and will make a wonderful background for a butterfly wing.”  Doc smoothes on the burn ointment then covers the whole area with plasma-gauze.  “In a minute it will feel a little bit numb.  It will be half healed by tonight and you won’t feel a thing from the tattoo needles.”  Doc steps back and admires his work.

“But these strings are still digging into my nipples.  Can’t you do something about them, too.  I can’t get them off.”

“The Judge said they could not be untied, so let me just cut them off for you Miss Yvette.”  The old jailer pulls out his antique straight razor from his uniform pocket and flips it opens to extend the silvery blade.  “Now you just sit down straddling that ol’ barrel, and I’ll cut them strings off.”

“Mr. Smoky, please just cut the string, but not my nipple.  Please.”

“That’s what I intend to do, but you get to hold still, girl.  I can cut the strings without cutting you tender bits, if you just hold still.  Wasn’t I the guy who shaved off your pubic hair without so much as a nick ?  That string ain’t going to be no problem.”

Yvette, straddles the barrel and bracing her upper body with her arms behind her.  She looks like a classic nude pinup model posing in a photo-session.   All the guys near the stage with cameras immediately start shooting away. 

“You don’t get to shoot the best tits on the planet everyday,” says one of the amateur shutterbugs. 

Smoky pulls Yvette’s nipple string tight and stretches her tits in the process. 

“Ouch !” objects the branded slut. 

“Just hold still and don’t breathe while I cut this knot,” warns Smoky.  He slides the sharp razor blade down the taught string until it touches the knot, then with a slow, single stroke, the hyper sharp blade cuts through the knot and the string pulls free.

“Oooouch ! Damnit Smoky, it hurts like hell - like a dozen needles were stuck in my nipple all at once,” says Miss Easy as she cradles the wounded nipple in one hand ; a small trickle of blood showing between her fingers.  The crowd cheers the prisoner’s expression of pain ; after all that’s why most of them are here.

Doc gently places a smaller plasma-gauze bandage over the small cut at the base of her nipple.

Smoky says, “It always does like that, if your nipple is still alive.  When the string is too tight and on your nipple for too long, the flesh dies.  When that happens you don’t feel nothing when the string is cut.  Now let’s do the other one.  You do want to have 2 nipples, don’t you ?”

Smoky walks around to the other side of the barrel and cuts off the other string.

“Ooouch !  It’s good to know my nipples are still alive, but that doesn’t make then hurt any less.”

Doc bandages the other nipple and then Yvette cups the ends of her breasts with each hand and slides off the brander’s barrel.  Still cupping each breast, she kisses Smoky the old black jailer – full on the lips. Intentionally, she holds the pose long enough for the photographers to get several great shots.

“Thank you, my dear protector,” she says.  “You have done a good job taking care of me ; well as best as you could, under the circumstances.  Do you want your blowjob now or later ?  I might as well get in some more practice, before becoming a real whore like the Judge says.  No man will want to marry me now.”

“I’ll take a rain-check on the blowjob.  Too many witnesses here.  You know, with me being a married man, you sucking my cock in front of witnesses will earn you another ‘A’ brand.  But if you have to show your appreciation in a sexual manor, you might service my guards.  They are all bachelors, so there is no adultery.  Besides, I couldn’t have done it without them.  Boys, come on up here and let Miss Easy give you a free blowjob.  I’m sure it will cost you 20 credits tomorrow, so get it while it’s free !” 

As the judge is hurriedly wheeled back to his courtroom, Yvette sucks off each of the 4 guards, much to the delight of the crowd, who applauds wildly as each man shoots his sperm on the sex-models face or bandaged tits.  As Jock, the 4th guard ejaculates, Doctor John appears from behind the stage with his fly open and showing a huge hard-on

“What about me ?  I’m a bachelor.  Are you going to suck my cock, too ?”

“Later tonight while I’m getting tattooed, I’ll suck you as many times as you want.  But right now, I want to get some clothes on and help poor Cindy Cums in her trial.  That public defended she has isn’t worth a crap.  I’ve been a victim of her incompetence, you know, and Cindy deserves better.”

“I brought you some clothes,” says Doc, as he puts his monster cock back in his trousers and hands a paper sack to Yvette.  “Now get dressed.  We haven’t much time.” 

She unpacks a short wrap skirt, in black of course, and a stretchy black top.  The top is ribbed and quite shear, which will highlight her breasts without showing them.  There is also a natural linen jacket, which is somewhat crumpled.  The jacket’s 1-button cut reveals a lot of Yvette’s chest with her breasts just under the jacket lapels.

“What no panties or bra or shoes ?” asks Yvette.  “I got to have shoes.”

“You can get the shoes you wore yesterday from the bailiff.  They are probable the only garment that was not ripped or torn when the guards stripped you in the courtroom after your sentencing.”

Yvette recalls the beginning of her ordeal.  “You’re right. But what about under garments ?”

“With the strategy Cindy’s lawyer has in mind, bra and panties would be a hindrance to your ‘testimony’.  Besides, Cindy isn’t wearing any bra or panties either.  Now get dressed and lets go save Ms. Cums, the common whore, from Fairvert’s twisted sense of justice.”

To be continued …