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    Chapter 22 – Lesbiannicus: Serpents Tongue

    Story written on October 21, 2017 by SkunkPU80.
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    Natticulus….. Princess Dana: [pointing] There! Those catapults should be aligned within ten feet of each other not what appears to be six the fault lies with whom!? Your highness [a middle-aged worker cautiously approaches her] I am respon—–. Princess Dana: [angrily cuts her off] You are responsible!? Middle-Aged Worker: [her voice trembled as she spoke]

    Natticulus…..

    Princess Dana: [pointing] There! Those catapults should be aligned within ten feet of each other not what appears to be six the fault lies with whom!?

    Your highness [a middle-aged worker cautiously approaches her] I am respon—–.

    Princess Dana: [angrily cuts her off] You are responsible!?

    Middle-Aged Worker: [her voice trembled as she spoke] Yes….I mean no the—-.

    Princess Dana: No! You dare call me a liar!?

    Middle-Aged Worker: Apologies, that was not my meaning intent was only to inform measurements taken are true and ——-.

    Princess Dana: [raising her voice] You speak with disrespectful tongue see error corrected or find tongue ripped from fucking mouth!

    Middle-Aged Worker: Ye—ye—yes, your highness. [she says before walking towards the catapults] Signaling for six others to assist her, they all took hold of the large leather straps to pull the massive equipment into the position of the princess liking. Before they were able to shift its position the worker felt a gentle hand upon her shoulder, turning around she was surprised to see Bette.

    Bette: Do not move as commanded catapults are in correct position.

    Middle-Aged Worker: If I do not tongue will be removed from mouth!

    Bette: It will not, go and take the others assist with the final enclosure of the moat and await further instruction.

    Middle-Aged Worker: [slowly removing the strap from her shoulder she then looks in the direction of the princess] She has not been well since—–.

    Bette: [cutting her off] Let that be of my concern now go.

    Middle-Aged Worker: [nodding her head] Gratitude. [she says before she and the others do as they were told] Bette gazed at them until they created enough distance to ensure they were free of any further verbal lashing from the princess. Confident they were in the clear she then turned her attention towards Dana.

    Princess Dana: East barrier is not fucking compliant! This will protect no one nor the city! [she says before violently kicking over two wooden post] Walking towards a make shift fort that sat aft of the barrier she picked up a nearby sword.

    Bette: [continued to gaze upon her]

    Princess Dana: THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL CALL PREPARING FOR WAR YOU LAZY CUNTS!? MEDIOCRE PLANNING AND MAKE SHIFT EQUIPMENT!? NONE OF YOU ARE WORTH NO MORE THAN THE SHIT THAT POURS FROM A PIGS ASS! [she screams before raising the sword wildly above her head then slamming the blade repeatedly against the skillfully crafted fort] Each time her sword made contact it shredded the wood sending chips flying high into the air. In her mind her frustration lay with the carelessness and lack of effort her people continued to exhibit. Details, although minor could prove costly they were going to war and if they failed to succeed death would be promised to all.

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    1. Oh, what terrible that you have to recover from hurricane Irma. I hope and pray you, your family and friends are allright and be able to rebuilding what is destroyed.

      I am happy that you found the time to update., still enjoy this story and your other stories.

      Take care of yourself and family.
      Sincerly bibi28

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