Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
You Beast Mr. Tree, you know just where to hit me is that Little Sis Or Dark Princess
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Dorothy Goes To Traffic Court...
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
We will find out...
one fears the bull was fucked to death...
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Got It In One, i can`t get the smile off my face
The auction was the next day and there were more than 100 lots up for sale. There were laborer slaves, harem slaves, dungeon slaves and pony slaves. The purveyor of the auction house had presented the slaves in order of desirability and not necessarily by type offered. Most of the laborer slaves went early although one stunning one was presented late in the auction.
She intrigued the buyers because she was listed as unbroken, headstrong, and would require considerable skills to train. In other words, she had no intention of being a slave of any kind. The bidding went long on her and R. Rodent made a healthy profit.
The last lot of the day was the pony slave Dorothy. She was brought up on the auction block and several were smitten by her shyness.
The face she was not bound in any way heightened interest. Over speakers she was told to stand up straight…
She slowly looked up at the auction room embarrasses at the hundreds of eyes looking her over. Reflexively she tried to cover her breasts…
…but the auctioneer admonished her and said “They want to see your tits not your arms Dorothy” and obediently she dropped her arms and stood up straight…
“Alright let’s get the bidding underway. The pony slave Dorothy was slated to be hanged by the neck for parking tickets, excessive speeding, missed court dates, and failure to pay fines and court costs. As you can clearly see she is a fine specimen and by a negotiation with the court of Judge Admi and her inept defense attorney T. H. Tree she is being auctioned to serve as a pony slave for a period of one year.
“In addition to this delightful body she has been trained by the esteemed Hanging Tree and comes with full tack donated by THT, Inc.’s subsidiary Nailus Martyrs. Dorothy is motived to please as if you are less than satisfied with her performance at the end of the year she will be hanged at a location of your choosing for your and 100 of friends entertainment.”
“Ok let’s start at…”
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She intrigued the buyers because she was listed as unbroken, headstrong, and would require considerable skills to train. In other words, she had no intention of being a slave of any kind. The bidding went long on her and R. Rodent made a healthy profit.
The last lot of the day was the pony slave Dorothy. She was brought up on the auction block and several were smitten by her shyness.
The face she was not bound in any way heightened interest. Over speakers she was told to stand up straight…
She slowly looked up at the auction room embarrasses at the hundreds of eyes looking her over. Reflexively she tried to cover her breasts…
…but the auctioneer admonished her and said “They want to see your tits not your arms Dorothy” and obediently she dropped her arms and stood up straight…
“Alright let’s get the bidding underway. The pony slave Dorothy was slated to be hanged by the neck for parking tickets, excessive speeding, missed court dates, and failure to pay fines and court costs. As you can clearly see she is a fine specimen and by a negotiation with the court of Judge Admi and her inept defense attorney T. H. Tree she is being auctioned to serve as a pony slave for a period of one year.
“In addition to this delightful body she has been trained by the esteemed Hanging Tree and comes with full tack donated by THT, Inc.’s subsidiary Nailus Martyrs. Dorothy is motived to please as if you are less than satisfied with her performance at the end of the year she will be hanged at a location of your choosing for your and 100 of friends entertainment.”
“Ok let’s start at…”
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
I Think i might enter The Horse of The Year Show
Am I A Good Jumper Too Mr. Tree
No Not That Kind Of Jump
Am I A Good Jumper Too Mr. Tree
No Not That Kind Of Jump
...it's 'pony' Dorothy... you are not a horse...
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh Sorry My Mistake Mr. Tree So i will join the pony club before joining the pudding club
...whatever Dorothy said...
The auction house was off and running with bids rising so fast the auctioneer had trouble keeping up with who placed what bid. Encouraged by the interest Dorothy began to almost dance on stage showing off her ‘assets’. She wasn’t sure if they were bidding in dollars, pounds, or Euros but when it passed a million of whatever she was nearly intoxicated with the interest the room showed her.
The bidding stalls at 1.5 million of whatever currency they are doing… an unheard of amount for a one year ‘ownership’ of a pony slave and creeps up in only 1K increments until an oriental voice smoking a herbal cigar shouts “Two Million!”
The room goes quiet until a sultry female French voice says “Let’s make it four!”
The room gasps and Mr. Wu says “You cannot have that kind of cash on hand!”
“Not only do I have the cash, but my ‘credit’ with Mr. Rodent is impeccable” Messaline purred.
“Mr. Wu?” R. Rodent asked.
“I’m done” Wu hissed…
“Sold to the lumber robber baroness Messaline for two million” R. Rodent announced.
While the room applauded her purchase Messa instructed the auction staff to have Dorothy ‘packaged’ for her trip to her new home. Messa proceeded to the auctioneer’s office where R. Rodent looked her over and said “I presume you are not carrying that kind of cash.”
“No dear squirrel and I forgot my purse with the checkbook. Why don’t you come up and see me some time?"
“OK” RR replied…
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The auction house was off and running with bids rising so fast the auctioneer had trouble keeping up with who placed what bid. Encouraged by the interest Dorothy began to almost dance on stage showing off her ‘assets’. She wasn’t sure if they were bidding in dollars, pounds, or Euros but when it passed a million of whatever she was nearly intoxicated with the interest the room showed her.
The bidding stalls at 1.5 million of whatever currency they are doing… an unheard of amount for a one year ‘ownership’ of a pony slave and creeps up in only 1K increments until an oriental voice smoking a herbal cigar shouts “Two Million!”
The room goes quiet until a sultry female French voice says “Let’s make it four!”
The room gasps and Mr. Wu says “You cannot have that kind of cash on hand!”
“Not only do I have the cash, but my ‘credit’ with Mr. Rodent is impeccable” Messaline purred.
“Mr. Wu?” R. Rodent asked.
“I’m done” Wu hissed…
“Sold to the lumber robber baroness Messaline for two million” R. Rodent announced.
While the room applauded her purchase Messa instructed the auction staff to have Dorothy ‘packaged’ for her trip to her new home. Messa proceeded to the auctioneer’s office where R. Rodent looked her over and said “I presume you are not carrying that kind of cash.”
“No dear squirrel and I forgot my purse with the checkbook. Why don’t you come up and see me some time?"
“OK” RR replied…
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Am i worth all that much, oh i am flattered
i hope i live up to expectations.
Not Quite A Massacre Admihoek, But He Still Went To Bed Sulking.
i hope i live up to expectations.
Not Quite A Massacre Admihoek, But He Still Went To Bed Sulking.
one can only conclude she speaks of football, European style...
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
They just lost 3-0 Mr Tree so it was`nt too bad
just two more european games then their season
is over. hubby might settle down then
i am relying on you for my orgasms now
just two more european games then their season
is over. hubby might settle down then
i am relying on you for my orgasms now
DarknessMonger
Magistrate
You should get him interested in other sports
baseball is just starting
baseball is just starting
While the winning bidder is settling up with the auction house I am locked in chromed irons, chains, and a chastity belt. I wonder what that is for until my buyer struts into the room. The stunning blonde walks up to me and grabs the chain that binds my neck to my wrists and ankles. She begins to scold me like I am a child.
“I paid a shit-load of money for your services for a year so you had better do as you are told. When I tell you to walk you walk. If I tell you to put your head in the commode you put your head in the commode.”
I suppress a smile and say “Of course, mistress.”
“And if I want my dog to fuck you you will fuck the dog!”
Of course I will; I just hope it’s not a toy poodle or something like that.
She jerks the chain and says “Don’t forget, you are mine for a year. If you fuck up Dorothy Brown at the end of the year this collar gets replaced by a noose! Do we understand each other?”
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“I paid a shit-load of money for your services for a year so you had better do as you are told. When I tell you to walk you walk. If I tell you to put your head in the commode you put your head in the commode.”
I suppress a smile and say “Of course, mistress.”
“And if I want my dog to fuck you you will fuck the dog!”
Of course I will; I just hope it’s not a toy poodle or something like that.
She jerks the chain and says “Don’t forget, you are mine for a year. If you fuck up Dorothy Brown at the end of the year this collar gets replaced by a noose! Do we understand each other?”
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
I Am Going To Be So Good For The Next Twelve Months
When she arrived at her new 'home' for the next year her mistress wanted her to know the kind of punishment she would face. Dorothy was bound with her face in a urinal that was constantly being flushed while the stable hands shagged her time and time again...
...confusing Dorothy as she wondered when they were going to show her how they would punish her...
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...confusing Dorothy as she wondered when they were going to show her how they would punish her...
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Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
You must be able to read my mind Mr. Tree, i have often fantasized
about being forced to do that in a Gents Toilet, or if you visit the local
agricultural show all the men wee into a trough and i`m the girl tied
up in the bottom of the tank where all the wee in the trough goes to,
end of the day i drown in it , what a way to go
about being forced to do that in a Gents Toilet, or if you visit the local
agricultural show all the men wee into a trough and i`m the girl tied
up in the bottom of the tank where all the wee in the trough goes to,
end of the day i drown in it , what a way to go
