Given her rebellious nature, it's surprising she's still upstairs in her room. Mind you, she may see it as a form of protest. Interesting start to the story. It will be fun to see where this one goes.
Is this Barb waiting in her room, perhaps?
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BARB’S DYSTOPIAN DOLCETTISH DEMISE
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Is this Barb waiting in her room, perhaps?
jacksjg89
PROCRASTINATOR
They would have to carry her, and I don't they have the stamina for that.Given her rebellious nature, it's surprising she's still upstairs in her room. Mind you, she may see it as a form of protest. Interesting start to the story. It will be fun to see where this one goes.
Is this Barb waiting in her room, perhaps?
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montycrusto
Guest
“It’s not my fault! Some idiot put a tree there right where I was driving!”Not quite sure what Barb did to upset her parents.
Wrote off the family car?
twonines
LIMERICUS
Definitely, and you know how to pull it off,another fine episode. Thanks.Droll is so much fun, don’t you agree?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Ball Gag is an excellent idea. Story should be re-written to silence her complaining!Given her rebellious nature, it's surprising she's still upstairs in her room. Mind you, she may see it as a form of protest. Interesting start to the story. It will be fun to see where this one goes.
Is this Barb waiting in her room, perhaps?
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montycrusto
Guest
Okay, since nobody else is going to pick this one up (your standards are higher than mine):Droll is so much fun, don’t you agree?
So says our very own Barbie Droll
Given her rebellious nature, it's surprising she's still upstairs in her room. Mind you, she may see it as a form of protest. Interesting start to the story. It will be fun to see where this one goes.
Is this Barb waiting in her room, perhaps?
Indeed!
The FNPA-SWAT should use Pepper-Spray for better taste.The police should not use tear gas against the protesters. Inhaling that, makes them unsuitable for consumption, since the smell and taste of the gas will remain in their flesh for weeks!
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
Steak Barb does not need extra pepper to taste spicy!
jacksjg89
PROCRASTINATOR
The story length will have been reduced by four, and lack most of it’s interesting dialogue.Ball Gag is an excellent idea. Story should be re-written to silence her complaining!
4.
To Henry Hoare, longtime next door neighbor, the sight of the Moore family’s nubile daughter stepping out on to the front porch was enough to take his breath away. For not only was she totally naked, she was in bondage ... shackled at both wrists and ankles, and hobbled by short lengths of connecting chain. She was also collared. A shiny round, numbered disc dangling at her throat reflected the sunlight.
To Henry, the sight of her was both amazing and arousing, for he had recently taken a keen neighborly interest in Barbara, primarily due to the fact that earlier in the summer she had taken over her older brother Seth’s chore of mowing the lawn ... a task she usually performed in the heat of the day, either wearing nothing more than a tank top and skimpy shorts or a white string bikini.
At such times, Henry went out of his way to be out on his porch, nursing a beer and ogling her every movement ... especially the ripple of her thighs or the jiggle of her tits as she passed back and forth behind the mower.
Even more to his liking were the occasions when she and her girlfriends spread blankets on the backyard lawn and tanned themselves, often removing their bikini tops as they lay on their stomachs, soaking up the rays of the sun. Henry delighted in the glimpses of normally covered flesh he spied whenever one of the sunbathing girls stretched, shifted their position or went about retying their tops.
But the sight of a completely naked and shackled Barbara Moore was not the only thing to amaze and excite Henry Hoare that day. As the neighborhood busybody and watchdog, he had been alerted early via the police radio receiver, which he kept on 24/7 in his living room, to the fact that the FNPA would be carrying out a procurement at 631 Maple Drive. And he had made sure to be present, along with a handful of curious neighbors, when the FNPA van rolled into the Moore’s drive. He had watched the three officers disappear into the house with great anticipation, knowing that they would be back in good time with Barbara in custody.
But what he hadn’t anticipated was the mob of protesters who suddenly descended on the front lawn, and the full-scale Donnybrook of a clash that ensued when the police and the FNPA moved in to
quell the protest.
He and his neighbors had fled the scene at the first sign of trouble, taking refuge in their homes. And had listened and watched from there windows as the battle raged.
But once it was over, he had returned, along with the others, curious to observe Barbara taken away, but also eager to have a look at the aftermath of the battle. And what he saw was amazingly horrorific.
The Moore’s front lawn was a complete shambles, strewn with rocks, bricks, broken bottles, articles of clothing, shoes ... and everywhere prone, lifeless, bloodied bodies ... dozens and dozens of them! A pall of smoke hung over the shambles, along with the lingering smell of tear gas and cordite. In the street an FNPA riot truck burned fiercely, its rooftop water cannon torn from its moorings and hanging over the side along with the charred corpses of the two unfortunate FNPA men who had operated it.
He also observed row after row of kneeling, subdued and arrested protesters, mostly young women and men. Some were bloodied, and nearly all had been stripped of their outer clothing. With hands bound behind their backs, they waited their turn to be loaded into police vans and taken away. Amongst them Henry recognized two of Barbara’s friends from the backyard suntanning parties ... a blond and a brunette ... whose names he did not know. Both had been stripped of everything but their panties, and looked terrified. The blond had a bloodied nose.
But Henry’s attention at that moment was fixed not on the larger scene, but on young Barbara ... who flanked by two FNPA officers was being hustled down the front steps and along the walkway to where the FNPA procurement van was waiting, surrounded by police. Her pace was hobbled by the ankle shackles, and once she caught sight of her curious neighbors, she kept her head down as though shamed.
Someone opened the rear of the van as she neared it. Moments later the two officers guiding her to the van shoved her inside, clambered in after her and closed the door. A third officer, with a ranking insignia on his shoulder, climbed into the cab and started the engine.
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To Barb, as she stepped out onto the front porch, the sight of Henry Hoare’s lecherous gaze was enough to take her breath away. As if her day hadn’t already been bad enough, it was about to be sullied further by being forced to parade naked in front of her nosy, pain-in-the-ass, voyeuristic neighbor!
Moreover, there was the shock of seeing the ruins of the protest she and her friends had so cleverly planned ... or so they naively thought!
The carnage was appalling! There had been fatalities! Apparently lots of them, from what she could observe.
And she felt chastened and saddened to see the long lines of arrested waiting to be carted off to who knows what, including so many of her closest girlfriends.
And over there! ... in her mom’s flower bed ... now flattened by trampling feet ... wasn’t that her friend Cindy, one of the protest’s leaders, being held down on all fours and buggered from behind by a bunch of cops?
How could she and her co-conspirators have so grievously miscalculated the response their protest would set off? Oh God! What had she done?
And, this had already been the worst day of her life, beginning with the arrival of the NPNA people late that morning. She rued the humiliations she had endured at their hands ... forced to strip naked and allow herself to be violated, poked and probed like a piece of meat, right in front of her own mother and father, and even worse ... before her own brother, and ... my God ... could you believe it? ... in front of Joey too!
The presence of Joey Farnsworth had been particularly galling. Her brother’s best but unbelievably randy friend had always taken an interest in her, an interest she had never welcomed because she had regarded him as kind of a world-class creep ... always mentally undressing her in the most blatantly obvious way, copping a feel every time he was close to her ... and yes, most recently, when she had finally given in, against all reason, to accepting a date with him, what did he do with it? Entirely predictably, he had attempted date rape ... pinning her down in his car, forcing his hand under her skirt, and trying to get her sweater off! She had been forced to fend him off by hitting him where it mattered!
So, understandably it was particularly galling to have him sitting just a few feet away, leering at her while the FNPA folks minutely and critically evaluated every bit of her nude body, including all her private girly parts!
In fact, the way in which they went about the whole grading process was uncomfortably rude, not to mention totally degrading and humiliating. They began with her ass, which after a certain amount of kneading and handling they graded as only ‘FNPA Choice,’ deeming it not sufficiently round and fleshy to earn a FNPA PRIME’ designation.
She received her highest marks for her boobs. She had to endure having them cupped, lifted and squeezed by all three officers before receiving a ‘FNPA Prime’ rating. Joey had the poor manners to clap and cheer when that was announced.
She scored well enough on other meat cuts ... shoulder, ribs, thighs, and so on ... but was downgraded when they inspected her so-called ‘Prime Fillet’ mainly because they concluded, after much poking and pinching, that her mound wasn’t fleshy enough and her labia too thin.
When all was said and done, she ended up with an overall grade that fell somewhere between ‘FNPA Prime’ and ‘FNPA Choice’ ... kind of like earning an A-/B+ grade in school ... not that it really mattered to her.
Once the grading had been completed her parents were informed that they would receive a compensatory payment for the loss of their daughter amounting to $9800, which Barb thought to be a rather piddling amount given the runaway double digit inflation of the 2040s. But, on the other hand, she reasoned that her parents would be relieved of the crushing expense of sending her off to College, the cost of which had reached astronomical heights.
The in-residence procurement process ended with her parents signing a procurement waiver, and the shackling of Barb’s ankles and wrists in preparation for her transport to a FNPA Center. Officers Sophie Miller and Mike Greer attended to that, and were none too gentle about it, although in all fairness they had to cope with the struggle and fuss she put up. Joey, sending an opportunity for him to get his hot little hands on her, offered to help but Sophie and Mike declined, threatening Barb with the stun gun instead.
Mom went off in tears before they were ready to take her away, escorted by Seth who said he would see that she got a sedative. Chief Officer Clemens made a show of shaking dad’s hand, and asked him to open the foyer door in preparation for their departure. Joey queried Officer Clemens as to whether he knew the date and time of Barb’s spit roasting, saying he wanted to be there to see what she looked like all basted with oil and rotating on a spit. Clemens said he had no idea when.
And so, it was that Barb found herself exiting through the foyer and stepping out onto the front porch, shuffling along, shackle chains rattling, with Officers Sophie Miller and Mike Greer trailing directly behind.
Before the shock of seeing despicable old Mr. Hoare leering at her ... along with the shocking realization of the unimaginable horror and suffering her righteous scheming had brought down on her best friends and on countless others at the hands of the FNPA and police riot forces ... had a chance to truly sink in, she was being hurried down the walk to the waiting FNPA procurement van. It all happened so fast. There was no time or opportunity to look back on the home she would never see again.
As she approached, a policeman opened the door to the rear of the van. Mike and Sophie pushed her in and threw her down next to three naked girls already lying prone on the hard metal floor.
While Mike straddled her body and held her down, Sophie removed a syringe from a rack on the wall. She squirted some fluid into the air, and after a moment’s hesitation plunged the needle into Barb’s right buttock and pushed the plunger, injecting tranquilizing fluid into the struggling and loudly cursing sow.
Moments later Barb went limp and Mike was able to release her and stand.
“Well, that’s four down four to go,” observed Sophie wearily. “Gonna be a long day.”
TO BE CONTINUED
To Henry Hoare, longtime next door neighbor, the sight of the Moore family’s nubile daughter stepping out on to the front porch was enough to take his breath away. For not only was she totally naked, she was in bondage ... shackled at both wrists and ankles, and hobbled by short lengths of connecting chain. She was also collared. A shiny round, numbered disc dangling at her throat reflected the sunlight.
To Henry, the sight of her was both amazing and arousing, for he had recently taken a keen neighborly interest in Barbara, primarily due to the fact that earlier in the summer she had taken over her older brother Seth’s chore of mowing the lawn ... a task she usually performed in the heat of the day, either wearing nothing more than a tank top and skimpy shorts or a white string bikini.
At such times, Henry went out of his way to be out on his porch, nursing a beer and ogling her every movement ... especially the ripple of her thighs or the jiggle of her tits as she passed back and forth behind the mower.
Even more to his liking were the occasions when she and her girlfriends spread blankets on the backyard lawn and tanned themselves, often removing their bikini tops as they lay on their stomachs, soaking up the rays of the sun. Henry delighted in the glimpses of normally covered flesh he spied whenever one of the sunbathing girls stretched, shifted their position or went about retying their tops.
But the sight of a completely naked and shackled Barbara Moore was not the only thing to amaze and excite Henry Hoare that day. As the neighborhood busybody and watchdog, he had been alerted early via the police radio receiver, which he kept on 24/7 in his living room, to the fact that the FNPA would be carrying out a procurement at 631 Maple Drive. And he had made sure to be present, along with a handful of curious neighbors, when the FNPA van rolled into the Moore’s drive. He had watched the three officers disappear into the house with great anticipation, knowing that they would be back in good time with Barbara in custody.
But what he hadn’t anticipated was the mob of protesters who suddenly descended on the front lawn, and the full-scale Donnybrook of a clash that ensued when the police and the FNPA moved in to
quell the protest.
He and his neighbors had fled the scene at the first sign of trouble, taking refuge in their homes. And had listened and watched from there windows as the battle raged.
But once it was over, he had returned, along with the others, curious to observe Barbara taken away, but also eager to have a look at the aftermath of the battle. And what he saw was amazingly horrorific.
The Moore’s front lawn was a complete shambles, strewn with rocks, bricks, broken bottles, articles of clothing, shoes ... and everywhere prone, lifeless, bloodied bodies ... dozens and dozens of them! A pall of smoke hung over the shambles, along with the lingering smell of tear gas and cordite. In the street an FNPA riot truck burned fiercely, its rooftop water cannon torn from its moorings and hanging over the side along with the charred corpses of the two unfortunate FNPA men who had operated it.
He also observed row after row of kneeling, subdued and arrested protesters, mostly young women and men. Some were bloodied, and nearly all had been stripped of their outer clothing. With hands bound behind their backs, they waited their turn to be loaded into police vans and taken away. Amongst them Henry recognized two of Barbara’s friends from the backyard suntanning parties ... a blond and a brunette ... whose names he did not know. Both had been stripped of everything but their panties, and looked terrified. The blond had a bloodied nose.
But Henry’s attention at that moment was fixed not on the larger scene, but on young Barbara ... who flanked by two FNPA officers was being hustled down the front steps and along the walkway to where the FNPA procurement van was waiting, surrounded by police. Her pace was hobbled by the ankle shackles, and once she caught sight of her curious neighbors, she kept her head down as though shamed.
Someone opened the rear of the van as she neared it. Moments later the two officers guiding her to the van shoved her inside, clambered in after her and closed the door. A third officer, with a ranking insignia on his shoulder, climbed into the cab and started the engine.
************
To Barb, as she stepped out onto the front porch, the sight of Henry Hoare’s lecherous gaze was enough to take her breath away. As if her day hadn’t already been bad enough, it was about to be sullied further by being forced to parade naked in front of her nosy, pain-in-the-ass, voyeuristic neighbor!
Moreover, there was the shock of seeing the ruins of the protest she and her friends had so cleverly planned ... or so they naively thought!
The carnage was appalling! There had been fatalities! Apparently lots of them, from what she could observe.
And she felt chastened and saddened to see the long lines of arrested waiting to be carted off to who knows what, including so many of her closest girlfriends.
And over there! ... in her mom’s flower bed ... now flattened by trampling feet ... wasn’t that her friend Cindy, one of the protest’s leaders, being held down on all fours and buggered from behind by a bunch of cops?
How could she and her co-conspirators have so grievously miscalculated the response their protest would set off? Oh God! What had she done?
And, this had already been the worst day of her life, beginning with the arrival of the NPNA people late that morning. She rued the humiliations she had endured at their hands ... forced to strip naked and allow herself to be violated, poked and probed like a piece of meat, right in front of her own mother and father, and even worse ... before her own brother, and ... my God ... could you believe it? ... in front of Joey too!
The presence of Joey Farnsworth had been particularly galling. Her brother’s best but unbelievably randy friend had always taken an interest in her, an interest she had never welcomed because she had regarded him as kind of a world-class creep ... always mentally undressing her in the most blatantly obvious way, copping a feel every time he was close to her ... and yes, most recently, when she had finally given in, against all reason, to accepting a date with him, what did he do with it? Entirely predictably, he had attempted date rape ... pinning her down in his car, forcing his hand under her skirt, and trying to get her sweater off! She had been forced to fend him off by hitting him where it mattered!
So, understandably it was particularly galling to have him sitting just a few feet away, leering at her while the FNPA folks minutely and critically evaluated every bit of her nude body, including all her private girly parts!
In fact, the way in which they went about the whole grading process was uncomfortably rude, not to mention totally degrading and humiliating. They began with her ass, which after a certain amount of kneading and handling they graded as only ‘FNPA Choice,’ deeming it not sufficiently round and fleshy to earn a FNPA PRIME’ designation.
She received her highest marks for her boobs. She had to endure having them cupped, lifted and squeezed by all three officers before receiving a ‘FNPA Prime’ rating. Joey had the poor manners to clap and cheer when that was announced.
She scored well enough on other meat cuts ... shoulder, ribs, thighs, and so on ... but was downgraded when they inspected her so-called ‘Prime Fillet’ mainly because they concluded, after much poking and pinching, that her mound wasn’t fleshy enough and her labia too thin.
When all was said and done, she ended up with an overall grade that fell somewhere between ‘FNPA Prime’ and ‘FNPA Choice’ ... kind of like earning an A-/B+ grade in school ... not that it really mattered to her.
Once the grading had been completed her parents were informed that they would receive a compensatory payment for the loss of their daughter amounting to $9800, which Barb thought to be a rather piddling amount given the runaway double digit inflation of the 2040s. But, on the other hand, she reasoned that her parents would be relieved of the crushing expense of sending her off to College, the cost of which had reached astronomical heights.
The in-residence procurement process ended with her parents signing a procurement waiver, and the shackling of Barb’s ankles and wrists in preparation for her transport to a FNPA Center. Officers Sophie Miller and Mike Greer attended to that, and were none too gentle about it, although in all fairness they had to cope with the struggle and fuss she put up. Joey, sending an opportunity for him to get his hot little hands on her, offered to help but Sophie and Mike declined, threatening Barb with the stun gun instead.
Mom went off in tears before they were ready to take her away, escorted by Seth who said he would see that she got a sedative. Chief Officer Clemens made a show of shaking dad’s hand, and asked him to open the foyer door in preparation for their departure. Joey queried Officer Clemens as to whether he knew the date and time of Barb’s spit roasting, saying he wanted to be there to see what she looked like all basted with oil and rotating on a spit. Clemens said he had no idea when.
And so, it was that Barb found herself exiting through the foyer and stepping out onto the front porch, shuffling along, shackle chains rattling, with Officers Sophie Miller and Mike Greer trailing directly behind.
Before the shock of seeing despicable old Mr. Hoare leering at her ... along with the shocking realization of the unimaginable horror and suffering her righteous scheming had brought down on her best friends and on countless others at the hands of the FNPA and police riot forces ... had a chance to truly sink in, she was being hurried down the walk to the waiting FNPA procurement van. It all happened so fast. There was no time or opportunity to look back on the home she would never see again.
As she approached, a policeman opened the door to the rear of the van. Mike and Sophie pushed her in and threw her down next to three naked girls already lying prone on the hard metal floor.
While Mike straddled her body and held her down, Sophie removed a syringe from a rack on the wall. She squirted some fluid into the air, and after a moment’s hesitation plunged the needle into Barb’s right buttock and pushed the plunger, injecting tranquilizing fluid into the struggling and loudly cursing sow.
Moments later Barb went limp and Mike was able to release her and stand.
“Well, that’s four down four to go,” observed Sophie wearily. “Gonna be a long day.”
TO BE CONTINUED
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jacksjg89
PROCRASTINATOR
Great chapter, leaving our heroine humiliated, helpless, and hopeless. But this all feels like misdirection. I wager the van doesn’t make it to its final destination, if that’s not reading ahead to much.
Loxuru
Graf von Kreuzigung
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montycrusto
Guest
Can’t describe how much I am LOVING. This. Story.
it’s got so many great ideas even in this one chapter.. Simply WONDERFUL. Barb, you are way too good to eat
Can’t describe how much I am LOVING. This. Story.
it’s got so many great ideas even in this one chapter.. Simply WONDERFUL. Barb, you are way too good to eat
Thanks Monty.
I hope that some of those ideas may inspire some new examples of classic Montycrusto art.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Damn! Thought Henry. And I just spent all that money on the high-powered telescope and the night-vision binocs so I could watch her change as if I was in the room!
Damn! Wonder if Amazon will take them back for a refund?
Come on, Barb. He splurged his hard won allowance money on a dinner and movie. You owed him a shag! And don't complain if he's a bit rough. We know you girls always want it that way.
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