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Dorothy Brown In Trouble... Again...

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The night before her execution at the stake Dorothy had a surprise visitor...

"Bull, I never thought I'd see you again! They are going to burn me at the stake tomorrow!"

"No, I'm going to burn you at the stake. They are going to watch you burn" Bull replied. "Why don't you get on your knees, Dorothy?"

She needn't be asked twice. She dropped to her knees and opened wide. As uncomfortable as it was she hungrily took his cock into her mouth.

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After 'warming' Bull up he loaded onto a padded table and took Dorothy. She gasped "You are really going to burn me at the stake?"

"You bet your ass I am" he replied.

"Then fuck my ass after you finish with my pussy..."
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tree
 
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CRAP!!! Not only did Tree get Dorothy burned on the fifth but tomorrow is a full moon and the Admicock will want her before she burns!!!

Tree
 
It never say`s anything in the history books about the victim being shagged stupid
before she is burnt at the stake Mr. Tree, i must be one lucky girl,
we had a great night at the bonfire last night, i thought about you a few times as
the flames got higher and higher, have you ever thought of shoving a rocket up my bum
when i`m tied to the stake it would be a spectacular thing to watch .
oh i`m horny now, you are naughty, it`s white over outside this morning, first heavy
frost of the winter, at least i will be warm while i burn
 
Tree is glad Mrs. Brown appreciates the warming effects of the fire as she burned at the stake! No rockets up you bum but maybe some kindling twigs that will light and scorch you bum before the main fire consumes you...

That should be fun..

Tree
 
Dorothy spent much of her last day locked in a cell where anyone passing by could see her. She was dressed in only a loincloth and at first tried to hide her breasts until a boy in his late teens said to her “How are you going to cover your tits when you are chained to the stake?”

Dorothy realized he had a point. As people passed they would gawk or leer at her and mad rude comments about her as if she couldn’t hear them.
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When it was time for Dorothy to be taken to the stake she was given her shoes and dress which she put on. Her wrists and neck were locked in a heavy yoke then her dress was pulled open to expose her ample bosom for her death march to the stake.
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Tree
 
thehangingtree said:
Dorothy spent much of her last day locked in a cell where anyone passing by could see her. She was dressed in only a loincloth and at first tried to hide her breasts until a boy in his late teens said to her “How are you going to cover your tits when you are chained to the stake?”

Dorothy realized he had a point. As people passed they would gawk or leer at her and mad rude comments about her as if she couldn’t hear them.
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When it was time for Dorothy to be taken to the stake she was given her shoes and dress which she put on. Her wrists and neck were locked in a heavy yoke then her dress was pulled open to expose her ample bosom for her death march to the stake.
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Make my walk slow and easy, it`s my last big show for the men
i love the longing looks i am getting, the leering and crude remarks
anyone want a last go i cry, my pussy is wet through anyway so i
could take more than one cock at a time,"dreaming again Dorothy"
 
The walk to the stake was slow and arduous. The crowd was mostly dressed in ‘period’ outfits. As she made her way through the people she was roughly groped and met with even more degrading comments. Instead of cowering in fear Dorothy became angry. When one woman yelled at her “I’ll enjoy watching you burn, Dorothy!”

Dorothy looked at her and said “Not as much as I did with your husband, Mrs. Smith!”

The laughter was aimed as much at Mrs. Smith as jeering at Dorothy Brown. It took Dorothy forty minutes to walk the 200 yards to the stake.

When she arrived at the base of the wood pile the yoke removed and Dorothy was ordered to strip. As she did a pompous bastard known as the Rev. Lynch berated her and demanded she walk up the board to the stake so the flames could ‘cleanse her soul’.

Totally pissed off, Dorothy yelled “I was promised to be fucked before I am burned and I doubt you would qualify as a ‘fuck’!”

The crowd fell silent…
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Tree
 
Oh Go On Mr. Tree, let the Reverend Fuck Me . i strip off and the sight is too much for him
and he takes me at the base of the woodpile, but he is a virgin and CUMMS as soon as he
enters me , then he is filled with remorse for what he has done, ME, i found some tissues
and am cleaning up my pussy , the Reverends Cock delivered one hell of a gushing load
 
“I’m not going to fuck your slutty cunt, you whore!” the Rev. Lynch yelled.
“Then I will” a deep voice boomed from the mob. The crowd parted and a stocky man who surely had more muscles than brains stepped to the base of the mound.

Dorothy smiled and waved at him as said “Hi, Bull!”

“I am not going to let you make love to this condemned wench” Rev. Lynch declared.

“I didn’t say anything about ‘making love’. You said you would not fuck her. I will” Bull said. “Are you going to stop me?”

Rev Lynch looked at the man whose biceps were almost as big as his waist. He took a deep breath and said to wait a moment. He had Dorothy tied uncomfortably and to kneel on a rough canvas tarp. Her face was pushed down to expose her doggy style. The crowd gasped when Bull pulled that magnificent muscle from his jeans. With the Reverend Lynch holding her head to the ground Dorothy cried out “Give it to me, Bull! My pussy is dripping!”

“Got to warm up first Dorothy” Bull replied. Dorothy squealed when he speared her ass!
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The crowd could not believe the brutal buggering Dorothy was submitted to but didn’t realize Dorothy was enjoying it knowing soon he would do the same to her pussy. The only thing that could have been better if ‘Bullet’ from Detroit would have his massive black shaft in her at the same time!!!


Tree
 
Well i have dreamed so many times about being burnt at the stake
but never ever thought up a lead up like this. can we,say, have a
violent thunderstorm and the wood is so wet the burning has to be
put off, someone ring or message "Bullet" give him time to get here
then do it all over again , Please, Pretty Please, Mr. Tree
 
With her ass and pussy dripping Bull’s cum Dorothy was taken to the stake. At first she was just bound with ropes to the stake. She asked “Are you going to burn me, Tree?”

“Ain’t my thing, Dorothy” he said as he tied her to the post. “Bull will be along to chain you to you stake then the Rev. Lynch will light the fire.”
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“Well, it can’t come too soon! My tits feel like popsicles already!” Dorothy exclaimed.

“I hate to tell, Dorothy but its only 6:30. They aren’t lighting you up until 10 o’clock.”

“Well, that sucks, Mr. Tree…”


Tree
 
Yes and i am shivering already, if it comes frosty my pussy will seal up then i will be no use to anyone,
my legs are open according to to that picture so tell the men to feel free to use me as they pass, most don`t last more than two minutes , so let the married ones send their wives into the supermarket while they have a smoke and a quickie with me, i like this idea Mr Tree it`s growing on me and something keeps growing when it see`s me , YUMMY ,YUMMY
It`s Ok Mr Jones she will be in there ages step up onto the woodpile
 
Between 6:30 and 10 Dorothy was wrapped with heavy chains insuring she would stay bound to the post while the wood pile cooked her body. The iron links were cold against her body and the thick chain wrapped about her upper torso weighted almost as much as Dorothy did.
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The mob was rowdy after drinking heavily all of the chilly night. They hurled insults and jeers at Dorothy and she egged them on returning taunts. At one point she yelled at one of the men “When I’m gone you’ll only have your wife to fuck!
With the alcohol talking he yelled back “That’s OK she as good a fuck as you are!”

His wife punched him across his jaw and the mob roared with laughter as he dropped to his knees. But the heavy chains and the cold air were taking their toll on Dorothy. She was hungry, cold, and tired, not just from supporting the chains that bound her to the stake but Bull’s rough sex with her had burned more than a bit of energy. The chains weighed her down bowing her hips towards the crowd as if she was offering her sex to them.
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A spotlight flashed on her and the crowd roared as Reverend Lynch dropped a torch on the kindling. He shouted “Let the flames prepare you in hell!”

The fire grew rapidly. For a few moments the warmth was appreciated by Dorothy but the warmth was supplanted by searing heat. As the kindling burned the pile collapsed a bit. But unlike the ill-fated burning on the platform near the coffee shop in Pacific, Missouri there would be no escaping the all-consuming flames. Someone yelled “Burn in Hell, Dorothy!”

Her last reply was “I’ll be waiting for you, you worthless prick!!!”
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Tree


Tree wishes to thank all the members whose reputations were sullied in this thread, with a special thanks to the divine Dorothy. While she is no longer with us on this thread we know she will be back on another thread soon…


The End
 
For those of you unable to wait for another thread do remember that Dorothy lives and dies on and on on dvd/blu-ray and streaming/streaming HD via Rodent Retail and other good, bad and ugly stores and internet retailers :D

Yes Ulrika Tree and the Judge do get a cut of the profits, no I don't think that means Tree will be any less tight with his money :doh:
 
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