"Well, we've got a couple more rebels lined up for the outdoor treatment" muttered Van Reisen "Such a crying shame about that Joanne Esterhazy, though... I loved hearing that hard bitch screaming for mercy the other day and I couldn't wait to have her singing along to Tickler's tune again! There's no one can stand up to old Tickler for long!" She looked fondly at her leather whip as she spoke, her ugly face, with its heavy black moustache under the broken nose and her pock-marked cheeks, creased. It was torture wanting her so badly and not being able to. I hated it, but yet I loved it! It just got me more excited. Then she stopped both activities and climbed on top of me and positioned her crotch over my mouth, her thighs on either side of my face. I began trying to lick her. She kept her prize just out of reach of my stuck out tongue. Her teasing was killing me. Then she lowered herself closer and I was allowed to taste her. Finally she settled onto my face and I feasted upon her sweet. " I will have the ravens sent to your people and to the city of Dale." Balin assured him. "You must go, your people need you."Balin turned his mount back towards Erebor and spurred his horse forward into the gates while the others spurred their mounts across the bridge."Father if Arnial has seen the blaze then that is where she will be." Legolas called over the wind sweeping by them.Thranduil nodded his head when Thorin glanced back to him to confirm that would be the case. Thorin turned his. ..” She was begging urgently now, the tears still running down her cheeks.“Yes, my darling?” Whoops! That slipped out. I clearly shouldn’t have said that – her sobbing renewed its intensity.“Helen, what the fuck’s the matter? You’re supposed to be happy about tomorrow.”“David,” she began again, then sat down at the table and covered her face in her hands. “I can’t go through with the wedding. Not after last night.”My spirits surged.“Why not?” I asked. “You’ve just told me you don’t love me any.