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Silly girl ... don't smoke things that strangers give you ... you never know what might happen.
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Silly girl ... don't smoke things that strangers give you ... you never know what might happen.
Naraku
Draconarius
Actually, most physicists accept the idea of a multiverse (parallel universes) and may have found some proof of their existence.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Multiverse
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/s...cosmic-microwave-background-cmb-a7743216.html
Time travel? Well, kinda, sorta, maybe.
https://www.space.com/21675-time-travel.html
Sorry for the nerdy interruption. Please continue....
I'm working on it!!!
It leads to Debbie’s graduation from the UVM. Besides the courses that she so much enjoyed Debbie also received a credible MBA and a strong accounting background. Her education while thorough had some up and down sides to it. Positively it was a very good education loaded with skills and insights that she could not have received elsewhere. On the down side much of what Debbie learned about punishment and discipline melded with her suppressed memory from her parallel universe. She didn’t know it but her hidden desire to be crucified had been inflamed.
This wasn’t helped when she met up with a vacationing British tart named Dorothy Brown during her spring break in the Caribbean. Dorothy gave her a card that offered Debbie a free week at the Detroit Boyz® Detroit Resort. After her graduation Debbie went to there and learned what being a slave all was about.
By the end of the week Debbie didn’t want to leave but she didn’t want her father Don Diamond to look for her.
So Debbie went back home but planned to return to Detroit. But Debbie’s plans would take a strange turn. One evening her stepmother summoned Debbie to her chamber. Joan seemed strangely friendly and gently stripped Debbie of her garments. With an almost evil purr Joan tells Debbie she has heard Debbie enjoys a bit of punishment as she ties her stepdaughter’s wrists together and hoists them over her head. Much to Debbie’s surprised horror Joan shows her a video of one of Debbie’s encounters with the Detroit Boyz.
Debbie found the real session more enjoyable than watching it on the television with her stepmother. Joan seemed to like it as it was and stepped up to Debbie. Joan slipped her fingers into Debbie’s wet cunt and said “You never have liked me. Now it doesn’t matter. From now on you, dear Debbie, are my little slave!”
This is not good. I haven’t liked Joan since the day I met her and now I know the feeling is mutual. Being her slave is most demeaning the way I have to pleasure the bitch!
Entertaining Joan and her friends was even worse!
I have to figure out a way out of this!
-Debbie
Tree
I do hope she thinks this through all the way…
This wasn’t helped when she met up with a vacationing British tart named Dorothy Brown during her spring break in the Caribbean. Dorothy gave her a card that offered Debbie a free week at the Detroit Boyz® Detroit Resort. After her graduation Debbie went to there and learned what being a slave all was about.
By the end of the week Debbie didn’t want to leave but she didn’t want her father Don Diamond to look for her.
So Debbie went back home but planned to return to Detroit. But Debbie’s plans would take a strange turn. One evening her stepmother summoned Debbie to her chamber. Joan seemed strangely friendly and gently stripped Debbie of her garments. With an almost evil purr Joan tells Debbie she has heard Debbie enjoys a bit of punishment as she ties her stepdaughter’s wrists together and hoists them over her head. Much to Debbie’s surprised horror Joan shows her a video of one of Debbie’s encounters with the Detroit Boyz.
Debbie found the real session more enjoyable than watching it on the television with her stepmother. Joan seemed to like it as it was and stepped up to Debbie. Joan slipped her fingers into Debbie’s wet cunt and said “You never have liked me. Now it doesn’t matter. From now on you, dear Debbie, are my little slave!”
This is not good. I haven’t liked Joan since the day I met her and now I know the feeling is mutual. Being her slave is most demeaning the way I have to pleasure the bitch!
Entertaining Joan and her friends was even worse!
I have to figure out a way out of this!
-Debbie
Tree
I do hope she thinks this through all the way…
Looks like the Boyz are kind of glad she's not with Step Mum, too!
At least it wasn't a free week at a Trump property ... The Detroit Boyz are so much more fun.
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Debbie30
Guest
Don't worry ,I am always thoughtful of others and tend to put their needs ahead of mine. Things will work out and go my way.
A Pollyanna statement if I ever heard one! This girl has a lot to learn if she hopes to survive a Tree story.
Tree also wonders how Debbie will go her way. What can this mean? Do not try to read ahead. Tree hasn't written it yet!!!A Pollyanna statement if I ever heard one! This girl has a lot to learn if she hopes to survive a Tree story.
This situation with my stepmother has to be resolved at once. I may be her slave but I have ‘free’ time and my own contacts. I arrange to take care of this permanently and arrange to get a ‘clean’ gun- no serial numbers to trace- and quiet Joan for good. I shoot her once in the head just above the eyes. The damn bitch has barely stopped twitching when I hear the voice of Jollyrei say “That may not have been the smartest way to handle your disagreements, Deborah.”
I turn to my father’s chief advisor and with a smirk on my face I say “She isn’t arguing about it.”
“Perhaps not but this will not sit well with Don Diamante” Jollyrei replies. “I think you have taken on more than you bet upon.”
“Come on, Jolly, just get her cleaned out and we can say Joan was robbed when she was out shopping” I say.
“That would be convenient for you but I am afraid that is not in the cards” he replies. “I suggest you change into something comfortable. Some of the Don’s boys will be here to pick you up soon.”
One thing I know is that you don’t argue with Jollyrei. He doesn’t change his mind. I hand him the gun as I storm off to my room and get changed. I don’t know what will happen but I may as well be comfortable. I wasn’t expecting father’s goons to take me as they do. I am gagged and my wrists are bound behind my back. I am hustled out the back of the house and am tossed into the back of a van.
The drive isn’t that long. I have a feeling I am going to be shark food before long!
The van stops and doors are opened. The thugs rip my clothes off.
My fear of being dead soon fades quickly. I am locked in a metal pillory and the men take turns using me.
I don’t think being shark food is in my immediate future. I realize I am still on father’s estate. The building I am brought into I have seen from the outside when I have ridden by on a horse. I’m not really happy to see the inside of the ratty building. I don’t think they would keep a donkey in here. Again my wrists are bound and hoisted overhead. One of the thugs asks me if I am having a good time. As he fondles me I ask “If I let you have me will you kill me now?”
He laughs and says “I can take you when I want. You are just live meat right now waiting to die.”
This has not worked as I thought it would…
-Debbie
Tree
I turn to my father’s chief advisor and with a smirk on my face I say “She isn’t arguing about it.”
“Perhaps not but this will not sit well with Don Diamante” Jollyrei replies. “I think you have taken on more than you bet upon.”
“Come on, Jolly, just get her cleaned out and we can say Joan was robbed when she was out shopping” I say.
“That would be convenient for you but I am afraid that is not in the cards” he replies. “I suggest you change into something comfortable. Some of the Don’s boys will be here to pick you up soon.”
One thing I know is that you don’t argue with Jollyrei. He doesn’t change his mind. I hand him the gun as I storm off to my room and get changed. I don’t know what will happen but I may as well be comfortable. I wasn’t expecting father’s goons to take me as they do. I am gagged and my wrists are bound behind my back. I am hustled out the back of the house and am tossed into the back of a van.
The drive isn’t that long. I have a feeling I am going to be shark food before long!
The van stops and doors are opened. The thugs rip my clothes off.
My fear of being dead soon fades quickly. I am locked in a metal pillory and the men take turns using me.
I don’t think being shark food is in my immediate future. I realize I am still on father’s estate. The building I am brought into I have seen from the outside when I have ridden by on a horse. I’m not really happy to see the inside of the ratty building. I don’t think they would keep a donkey in here. Again my wrists are bound and hoisted overhead. One of the thugs asks me if I am having a good time. As he fondles me I ask “If I let you have me will you kill me now?”
He laughs and says “I can take you when I want. You are just live meat right now waiting to die.”
This has not worked as I thought it would…
-Debbie
Tree
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Debbie30
Guest
He laughs and says “I can take you when I want. You are just live meat right now waiting to die.”
He must have me confused with someone else , my father would never hurt me
I didn't know Debbie does drugs...
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Debbie30
Guest
I don't do drugs , I am high on life
This has not worked as I thought it would…
-Debbie
Not working as she thought it would? I guess not! First Debbie got caught by her stepmother doing things that her father wouldn’t approve of her doing. Instead of taking her father’s punishment she shot Joan Diamond! Now don’t get me wrong; Joan was no angel. She was my sister. I was long out on my own when she was born and she took to a dark side I never lived becoming an IMF disciplinarian. Many women suffered terrible terms in her dungeon.
Others suffered the torment of slow strangulation being hanged by Joan.
They were lucky. They did not suffer the prolong torture of crucifixion before death freed them from their pain.
No Joan was my sister but I had no relationship with her.
Editor’s note: Tree and Joan shared a bed more than once.
But now there problem. Don Wragguli Diamante known as Wragg Diamond had married my sister. It really wasn’t any of my business until his daughter Debbie put a bullet through Joan’s brain. To me it seems like it should be just a family matter to be worked out there but no; my father demands reparations for the harm done. I’m quite willing to shoot this Debbie though I don’t know what Don Diamante thinks about me ‘offing’ his daughter.
But things are never as simple as they can be. My dad is outraged and insists Debbie must suffer the punishment of other condemned women which is death by crucifixion. I ask him how well that would go over and he proceeds with his standard lecture that if I was active in the family business I would know exactly how it would go over. He closed saying “I have an appointment set up for you at 10 AM tomorrow. Clean yourself up and be there on time and somewhat sober!”
Talk about making things complicated. Being a Master Crucifixion Technician I can operate in the U.S., Mexico, Canada (except Quebec- those French Canadians are a pain in the butt), and the EU but I don’t know how dad got me an appointment with the don so fast. Perhaps I should look into our family business. I go back to the Tree estate and stop by one of the outbuilding when a cousin of mine from northwest Arkansas is staying while he is up on family business. The place is really just a storage shed but he seems comfortable staying there.
“I don’t get it” I admit. “If dad wants this Debbie knocked off why go through all this? I have to meet with Don Diamante tomorrow and try to convince him to hand over his daughter to be crucified.”
“Damn Tree you have more rocks in your head than I do in my fields in Arkansas. You ain’t going to talk him into handing over his daughter. You are going there to negotiate media rights” he says as he chugs down a jar of something that makes my Seagram’s smell damn good.
“Don’t you know your daddy brought Diamante over from Sicily to save his ass from another ‘family’.”
I really didn’t…
The next day I arrive at Don Diamante’s office clean and more sober than usual. I’m wearing my best suit and my dress straw hat. I am greeted warmly by the Don and a group of lawyers and goons. Sure as my cousin told me the Don was not interested in sparing his daughter from death on the cross but to establish what his cut of the marketing rights would.
If I were a betting man I wouldn’t put a dime on Debbie getting out of this alive…
Tree
-Debbie
Not working as she thought it would? I guess not! First Debbie got caught by her stepmother doing things that her father wouldn’t approve of her doing. Instead of taking her father’s punishment she shot Joan Diamond! Now don’t get me wrong; Joan was no angel. She was my sister. I was long out on my own when she was born and she took to a dark side I never lived becoming an IMF disciplinarian. Many women suffered terrible terms in her dungeon.
Others suffered the torment of slow strangulation being hanged by Joan.
They were lucky. They did not suffer the prolong torture of crucifixion before death freed them from their pain.
No Joan was my sister but I had no relationship with her.
Editor’s note: Tree and Joan shared a bed more than once.
But now there problem. Don Wragguli Diamante known as Wragg Diamond had married my sister. It really wasn’t any of my business until his daughter Debbie put a bullet through Joan’s brain. To me it seems like it should be just a family matter to be worked out there but no; my father demands reparations for the harm done. I’m quite willing to shoot this Debbie though I don’t know what Don Diamante thinks about me ‘offing’ his daughter.
But things are never as simple as they can be. My dad is outraged and insists Debbie must suffer the punishment of other condemned women which is death by crucifixion. I ask him how well that would go over and he proceeds with his standard lecture that if I was active in the family business I would know exactly how it would go over. He closed saying “I have an appointment set up for you at 10 AM tomorrow. Clean yourself up and be there on time and somewhat sober!”
Talk about making things complicated. Being a Master Crucifixion Technician I can operate in the U.S., Mexico, Canada (except Quebec- those French Canadians are a pain in the butt), and the EU but I don’t know how dad got me an appointment with the don so fast. Perhaps I should look into our family business. I go back to the Tree estate and stop by one of the outbuilding when a cousin of mine from northwest Arkansas is staying while he is up on family business. The place is really just a storage shed but he seems comfortable staying there.
“I don’t get it” I admit. “If dad wants this Debbie knocked off why go through all this? I have to meet with Don Diamante tomorrow and try to convince him to hand over his daughter to be crucified.”
“Damn Tree you have more rocks in your head than I do in my fields in Arkansas. You ain’t going to talk him into handing over his daughter. You are going there to negotiate media rights” he says as he chugs down a jar of something that makes my Seagram’s smell damn good.
“Don’t you know your daddy brought Diamante over from Sicily to save his ass from another ‘family’.”
I really didn’t…
The next day I arrive at Don Diamante’s office clean and more sober than usual. I’m wearing my best suit and my dress straw hat. I am greeted warmly by the Don and a group of lawyers and goons. Sure as my cousin told me the Don was not interested in sparing his daughter from death on the cross but to establish what his cut of the marketing rights would.
If I were a betting man I wouldn’t put a dime on Debbie getting out of this alive…
Tree
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Debbie30
Guest
The next day I arrive at Don Diamante’s office clean and more sober than usual. I’m wearing my best suit and my dress straw hat. I am greeted warmly by the Don and a group of lawyers and goons. Sure as my cousin told me the Don was not interested in sparing his daughter from death on the cross but to establish what his cut of the marketing rights would.
If I were a betting man I wouldn’t put a dime on Debbie getting out of this alive…
My father is tricking the guy in the straw hat, he will have me taken to a safe house and I will be fine , I trust how much he loves me.
Understatement?
More details please?
Thankfully, he is not licensed in Zilawe!
If I were a betting man I wouldn’t put a dime on Debbie getting out of this alive…
Don't say I didn't warn you Deb!
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Debbie30
Guest
Thanks for the warning , I am safe so no need to worry.