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After The Rebellion Of 2014

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Blaire was led down the stone stairs with the chain between her ankles rattling on the stone. She was led to a cell in the dungeon and stood frozen in feel at the wood horse in front of her as the groundskeeper remover the collar, cuffs, and shackles. The butler began to find her arms and wrists behind her back. As he looped the rope over her shoulders he whispered “You are free to talk Blaire but remember the walls have eyes and ears.”

Blaire may or may not have heard him when she whimpered “Are you going to put me on that?”

“It is what Master Wragg desires” he replied.

“I thought it is what Mistress Barbaria wants!” Blaire cried.

The butler dared not respond knowing everything said at more than a whisper would be recorded. He instead began hoisting Blaire up using a block and tackle. Her slight stature made the task easy for the butler but no less painful for Blaire as her feet cleared the floor. When she was high enough to clear the wood horse the butler tied the rope off on a cleat. He swung the boom Blaire hung from towards the horse. Blaire squeezed her legs together to resist being mounted on the horse. The butler calmly said “Blaire, this is going to happen. Make it easy on yourself.”

“I don’t want to” Blaire shrieked but against her better judgment she spread her legs and watched the horse slip between her thighs. The butler gently lowered her onto the wedge. She did well until her hundred-plus pounds were supported by the edge that seemed to be splitting her pelvis in half. As the butler tied off her ankles she kept crying “Oh, god… it hurts… it hurts…”

The butler stood and said “Master Wragg will be along shortly. Try to behave for him, Blaire.”

Blaire didn’t know how long she was mounted on the horse when Sir Wragg walked in. She begged for him to take her from the horse. Instead he slapped her face and said “I did not say you were free to speak. You enjoyed seducing my butler and I forgave him for his transgression. But tonight you will be auctioned to a few of my guests. When they fuck you will find after a few hours on the horse that even a small cock will be most painful.”

He grabbed Blaire’s hair and jerked her head up, slapped one breast then the other then roughly twisted her left (tumescent… sorry) nipple. He mocking said “Come on, Blaire, the horse can’t be that much worse than that bicycle seat you make love to…”

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Tree
 
The auction is worse than when I was sold to Mistress and Masters’ Bull and Gunner. I am forced to stand holding my arms crossed behind my back. I am not bound; I hate that. I am more comfortable bound at this young stage of my slavery. At least bound I could justify my obedience. Unbound I have to consciously submit. I wobble on the high heels I rarely wear them and I am weak from sitting on the wood horse. It does not help that the auctioneer is quick to point out my ‘defects’- small frame, little tits (all the things that was played up when I auctioned into slavery), and then he points out I’m not that good looking!!!

He can go fuck himself!!!

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There seems to be little interest bidding on me until the auctioneer mentions I have spent the last six hours perched on a wood horse… so that’s how long it had been… and my cunt is so tender even the gentlest touch would be painful. Tell me something I don’t know already!!!

The auction closes and the butler announces dinner would be served. ‘Thank god’ I think… I am starving! Oh, I am not invited!!! The butler takes me to one of the suites and bathes me. I realize I am being prepared for the evening’s activities and it was not an act of kindness except perhaps how he treated me.

“Can we talk?” I ask.

“You may always speak to me” he says.

I look about the room trying to spot where the cameras are. He laughs “The rodent is at the dinner. I procured the use of his room without his knowledge. He will do anyone’s dirty work but trusts no one. There are no cameras here.”
“You said I should not believe everything I hear. Mistress really did not demand I be subjected to this, did she?” I ask.
“I was not privy to most of the conversations she had with Master Wragg.”

Anyone else answered me that way I think he was being evasive but I trust the butler deep down. He tells me it is time to get me dressed for the evening’s events. He rolls the stockings up my legs then asks me to stand and helps me step into a tall pair of stilettos without looking up at my body. He stands and looks me in the eyes and asks “Are you ready, Blaire?”

I look down my naked torso at the stockings and shoes. I figure I am ‘dressed’ and nod yes. I am led to the great room where the butler gently pushes me by my buns into the room where Master Wragg takes over. I hear the heavy doors groan shut behind me and realize my only friend at the abbey has just handed me over to Master Wragg and will not be here for me.

I look about the room and see the guests in expensive clothing standing along a gauntlet with the maids. I suppose the want me to know my place. At the end of the lines is a pillory waiting for me to be secured in so I can be whipped by the winning bidder. The only thing I don’t see is Mistress Barbaria. I guess she doesn’t have the stomach to watch what will happen to me.

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Somewhere high over the Atlantic in the dungeon of Tree’s 747 Judge Admi prepares to whip Barbaria yet again. He demands “Just confess, Barbaria, and things will be easier for you!”

“Confess to what? I don’t even know what I am charged with!”

“Does it matter, Barbaria?” Judge Admi asks…

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TREE
 
After I am whipped for the entertainment of Sir Wragg’s guests I become the fuck-toy of his guests.
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I would not like this under any circumstance but my tortured bottom makes me scream in agony. How could Mistress subject me to this? After Master Wragg’s party starts to wind down I am brought before a blazing fireplace and Sir Wragg supervises my last flogging of the night…
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About the same time Tree’s 747 lands at ‘Spirit of St. Louis’ airport. It is an alternate field for jumbo jets for Lammert field. Somehow Tree got permission to put down there. With only one of the four jets idling to provide air conditioning and electric power to the plane the flight attendant Ulrika enters the dungeon. The air is filled with the pungent smell of fresh-cut premium French lumber. She hands Barbaria a spare attendant’s uniform to replace the blouse and skirt that the judge… umm… removed from her body. The blouse of the uniform was smaller than the one Barbaria had worn onto the plane and she didn’t even try to button it.

Ulrika cuffed Barbaria’s wrists behind her back and had the security guards take her up to the passenger deck where a mobile stair was waiting at the rear door. As Barbaria was led to the exit she spotted Messa draped over Tree’s shoulder. Angrily Barbaria said “I’m glad you two could take a moment to see how I liked my trip.”

“By the blue puffs on your chest I should think you enjoyed part of it” Tree said.

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“Don’t worry, Barbaria, I am here for you” Messa laughed as Barbaria was hustled out the door of the plane…”


Tree
 

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thehangingtree said:
After I am whipped for the entertainment of Sir Wragg’s guests I become the fuck-toy of his guests.
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I would not like this under any circumstance but my tortured bottom makes me scream in agony. How could Mistress subject me to this? After Master Wragg’s party starts to wind down I am brought before a blazing fireplace and Sir Wragg supervises my last flogging of the night…
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About the same time Tree’s 747 lands at ‘Spirit of St. Louis’ airport. It is an alternate field for jumbo jets for Lammert field. Somehow Tree got permission to put down there. With only one of the four jets idling to provide air conditioning and electric power to the plane the flight attendant Ulrika enters the dungeon. The air is filled with the pungent smell of fresh-cut premium French lumber. She hands Barbaria a spare attendant’s uniform to replace the blouse and skirt that the judge… umm… removed from her body. The blouse of the uniform was smaller than the one Barbaria had worn onto the plane and she didn’t even try to button it.

Ulrika cuffed Barbaria’s wrists behind her back and had the security guards take her up to the passenger deck where a mobile stair was waiting at the rear door. As Barbaria was led to the exit she spotted Messa draped over Tree’s shoulder. Angrily Barbaria said “I’m glad you two could take a moment to see how I liked my trip.”

“By the blue puffs on your chest I should think you enjoyed part of it” Tree said.

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“Don’t worry, Barbaria, I am here for you” Messa laughed as Barbaria was hustled out the door of the plane…”


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Just a usual night at Cruxton then...:rolleyes:
 
thehangingtree said:
She hands Barbaria a spare attendant’s uniform to replace the blouse and skirt that the judge… umm… removed from her body. The blouse of the uniform was smaller than the one Barbaria had worn onto the plane and she didn’t even try to button it.
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There really isn't much point in trying to wear anything on this thread :rolleyes:

Ulrika cuffed Barbaria’s wrists behind her back and had the security guards take her up to the passenger deck where a mobile stair was waiting at the rear door. As Barbaria was led to the exit she spotted Messa draped over Tree’s shoulder. Angrily Barbaria said “I’m glad you two could take a moment to see how I liked my trip.”
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Messa!!!!! How could you!! Really, with him?:confused:

“By the blue puffs on your chest I should think you enjoyed part of it” Tree said.
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Now we have animation...is there anything we haven't see yet on this thread....and no that's not a request for another session with Bull and Gunner.:eek:

“Don’t worry, Barbaria, I am here for you” Messa laughed as Barbaria was hustled out the door of the plane…”

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Define "here" Messa :(
 
Barbaria1 said:
There really isn't much point in trying to wear anything on this thread :rolleyes:



Messa!!!!! How could you!! Really, with him?:confused:



Now we have animation...is there anything we haven't see yet on this thread....and no that's not a request for another session with Bull and Gunner.:eek:



Define "here" Messa :(
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At least Tree brought you back to the States...:rolleyes:
 
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