Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
At least three times a day Admihoek, i`m a very hungry girl
-
Sign up or login, and you'll have full access to opportunities of forum.
Dorothy Goes To Traffic Court...
- Thread starter thehangingtree
- Start date
At least three times a day Admihoek, i`m a very hungry girl
Damn it, Admi, she's in jail to be punished, not entertained...
tree
tree
In the solitary confinement cell the only way for Dorothy to even try to keep track of time was when the lights were on or off. She figured a cycle of light and dark was a day but by the third or maybe the fourth day she was becoming confused as to how many days had passed. She had nothing to do when the lights were on as she was not even allowed paper or a pencil. Except for the random sound of the fan that occasionally blew warm air into the cell the only sounds in the cell were ones she made and when the slot opened at the bottom of the door and what they called food was pushed in in a paper towel.
She even waited one day crouched on the floor to get a peek out through the slot when the food was pushed in only to see a metal slide the dinner would slip down then into her cell. The only other constant was the glow of the red LED light on the camera in the corner up by the ceiling well out of her reach.
When the light came on a distorted voice said over an overhead speaker “Prisoner Brown, prepare to shower; raise your bed and latch it to the wall. Stand with your feet apart and your hands clasp behind your head and stand motionless while you are cleansed.”
“I am not supposed to be here but a week! Where is Mr. Tree?”
“Prisoner Brown do as you are instructed immediately!”
Instead, Dorothy sat on the bed, looked at the camera and said “Go fuck yourself!”
The shower started anyway and the foam pad they considered a mattress began soaking up water. She stood and began running her hands through her grimy hair when suddenly she felt her knees buckle. She dropped to the cement floor and watched the water swirl down the drain in the center of her cell…
‘…what the hell happened?’ Dorothy thought when she woke lying on the cell floor. She tried to push up but found her hands secured crossed behind her back with a heavy iron manacle. She stared across the floor towards the drain and saw chunks of vomit. The cell was hot and stank of excrement, urine, and vomit. She struggled to her knees then her feet and looked about the cell. Her bed was gone, not just the mattress; the whole bed! The small toilet was near overflowing with human waste. Her head was pounding and her mouth dry. She reached out with her toe, wobbling on one foot, and pressed the button on the wall that would flush the toilet but nothing happened. The voice came over the speaker again.
“Prisoner Brown, you have been denied water privileges for a day and food privileges for two days.”
“The damn toilet doesn’t flush!”
“That is correct Prisoner Brown. You have been denied water rights for a day. The toilet will not flush until the privilege is restored. You have also been denied masturbation privileges for a week. However your conjugal visitation privilege has been re-instated. If you wish to exercise the privilege you will place your back against the door and do exactly as you are told.”
Dorothy looked up at the camera and repeated “I was supposed to be here only a week.”
“That is correct Prisoner Brown but you have received an administrative extension of your sentence of five years in solitary confinement for destruction of correctional facility property in the form of the bed you refused to secure. The five years will be added to any sentence you may receive from Judge Admi’s court. We don’t have all day, Prisoner Brown. Do you wish to exercise your conjugal visitation privilege?”
She looked about the stark cell and said “Yeah, I guess so…”
t
She even waited one day crouched on the floor to get a peek out through the slot when the food was pushed in only to see a metal slide the dinner would slip down then into her cell. The only other constant was the glow of the red LED light on the camera in the corner up by the ceiling well out of her reach.
When the light came on a distorted voice said over an overhead speaker “Prisoner Brown, prepare to shower; raise your bed and latch it to the wall. Stand with your feet apart and your hands clasp behind your head and stand motionless while you are cleansed.”
“I am not supposed to be here but a week! Where is Mr. Tree?”
“Prisoner Brown do as you are instructed immediately!”
Instead, Dorothy sat on the bed, looked at the camera and said “Go fuck yourself!”
The shower started anyway and the foam pad they considered a mattress began soaking up water. She stood and began running her hands through her grimy hair when suddenly she felt her knees buckle. She dropped to the cement floor and watched the water swirl down the drain in the center of her cell…
‘…what the hell happened?’ Dorothy thought when she woke lying on the cell floor. She tried to push up but found her hands secured crossed behind her back with a heavy iron manacle. She stared across the floor towards the drain and saw chunks of vomit. The cell was hot and stank of excrement, urine, and vomit. She struggled to her knees then her feet and looked about the cell. Her bed was gone, not just the mattress; the whole bed! The small toilet was near overflowing with human waste. Her head was pounding and her mouth dry. She reached out with her toe, wobbling on one foot, and pressed the button on the wall that would flush the toilet but nothing happened. The voice came over the speaker again.
“Prisoner Brown, you have been denied water privileges for a day and food privileges for two days.”
“The damn toilet doesn’t flush!”
“That is correct Prisoner Brown. You have been denied water rights for a day. The toilet will not flush until the privilege is restored. You have also been denied masturbation privileges for a week. However your conjugal visitation privilege has been re-instated. If you wish to exercise the privilege you will place your back against the door and do exactly as you are told.”
Dorothy looked up at the camera and repeated “I was supposed to be here only a week.”
“That is correct Prisoner Brown but you have received an administrative extension of your sentence of five years in solitary confinement for destruction of correctional facility property in the form of the bed you refused to secure. The five years will be added to any sentence you may receive from Judge Admi’s court. We don’t have all day, Prisoner Brown. Do you wish to exercise your conjugal visitation privilege?”
She looked about the stark cell and said “Yeah, I guess so…”
t
The voice warned Dorothy that by accepting the conjugal visitation privilege she would be removed from her cell. She was cautioned that any command she was given that she failed to obey would add another year to her administrative extension.
I back up to the door and wait. I’m not that thrilled about seeing Jimmy since I am sure he is shagging my sister Emma but just to get out of this damn cell is worth letting him take me. I suck in a deep breath and my body stiffens as the cell door unlocks for the first time since I have been here. As it opens I smell the relatively fresh air from the corridor. Then a green sack is pulled over my head and a cord about my neck insures it is not coming off! The cloth is wet and smells like piss! I start to pull away and the voice reminds me I have had a last warning; any other resistance and the cell is mine for another year.
Coarse ropes cinch my elbows behind my back before the manacle is removed from my wrists only to be replaced by the rope. Satisfied I am securely trussed I am led through a series of corridors and taken from one building to another. I am pushed onto a bed and a strong hand lifts my wrists forcing my bottom up. I feel the head of his cock push into the folds of my pussy and figure Jimmy was here just to give me a ‘mercy-fuck’, you know; he’ll do it but has better things to do. I ask “So how are the kids doing?”
“How the fuck should I know?” he replies as his cock plunges into my wet pussy.
Inside the sack my eyes open wide as the cock fills me. I ask “TREE?!?!?!”
t
I back up to the door and wait. I’m not that thrilled about seeing Jimmy since I am sure he is shagging my sister Emma but just to get out of this damn cell is worth letting him take me. I suck in a deep breath and my body stiffens as the cell door unlocks for the first time since I have been here. As it opens I smell the relatively fresh air from the corridor. Then a green sack is pulled over my head and a cord about my neck insures it is not coming off! The cloth is wet and smells like piss! I start to pull away and the voice reminds me I have had a last warning; any other resistance and the cell is mine for another year.
Coarse ropes cinch my elbows behind my back before the manacle is removed from my wrists only to be replaced by the rope. Satisfied I am securely trussed I am led through a series of corridors and taken from one building to another. I am pushed onto a bed and a strong hand lifts my wrists forcing my bottom up. I feel the head of his cock push into the folds of my pussy and figure Jimmy was here just to give me a ‘mercy-fuck’, you know; he’ll do it but has better things to do. I ask “So how are the kids doing?”
“How the fuck should I know?” he replies as his cock plunges into my wet pussy.
Inside the sack my eyes open wide as the cock fills me. I ask “TREE?!?!?!”
t
Hondoboot2
QUAESTOR PULCHRITUDINIS
thehangingtree, great updates. I could not believe my Rams beat the Texans either.
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Oh that first one Admihoek, i would love to be made love to like that ,spread on my bed and taken from behind, that is a lovely picture. if i asked Jimmy for it like that he would throw me out saying i am an unfit mother ,but any man doing it to me like that would find he had a wild woman on his hands, Cock Actually
If i were married to you Mr. Tree, Mrs. Tree sounds good,
i would divorce you on the grounds you had me on heat twenty four hours a day, you are a kinky sod
Last edited:
I place Dorothy in restraints, blindfold her, and put her in the car. After we drive a while she says “I’m a little pissed at you Mr. Tree.”
I reach over and pull the blindfold off and she blinks and squints as her eyes adjust to the sunlight. “As what did I do to piss you off Dorothy Brown?”
“First of all I’d have shagged you if you had asked. It was rude of you to rape me in the position I was in.”
“I thought since your masturbation privileges had been revoked you might need a good fuck. I forget… did you come two or three times before I did?”
Dorothy’s face turned red. I wasn’t sure if it was shame or anger. She said “That’s neither here nor there. You always brag you are a man of your word and you broke it and don’t try to blame Judge Admi this time!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Dorothy?”
“You said I would be in there a week and you kept me there for weeks at least. Hell, I don’t even know how long I was there!”
“You certainly don’t know, Dorothy, because it was only a week. Instead of sleep deprivation I did the opposite. Your ‘days’ started with lights on for 8 hours then off the same amount. Each cycle the on and off was shortened until your ‘days and nights’ were only six hours long combined. In solitary confinement your body had nothing else to reference but light and meals. That’s why the food privilege was denied.”
She looked at me and said “You need help, Tree…”
t
I reach over and pull the blindfold off and she blinks and squints as her eyes adjust to the sunlight. “As what did I do to piss you off Dorothy Brown?”
“First of all I’d have shagged you if you had asked. It was rude of you to rape me in the position I was in.”
“I thought since your masturbation privileges had been revoked you might need a good fuck. I forget… did you come two or three times before I did?”
Dorothy’s face turned red. I wasn’t sure if it was shame or anger. She said “That’s neither here nor there. You always brag you are a man of your word and you broke it and don’t try to blame Judge Admi this time!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Dorothy?”
“You said I would be in there a week and you kept me there for weeks at least. Hell, I don’t even know how long I was there!”
“You certainly don’t know, Dorothy, because it was only a week. Instead of sleep deprivation I did the opposite. Your ‘days’ started with lights on for 8 hours then off the same amount. Each cycle the on and off was shortened until your ‘days and nights’ were only six hours long combined. In solitary confinement your body had nothing else to reference but light and meals. That’s why the food privilege was denied.”
She looked at me and said “You need help, Tree…”
t
Tree brings me back to Judge Admi’s courthouse. I am blindfolded and led somewhere and helped up a pair of steps. Whatever they have planned for me I will have company- I can hear another woman next to me. We are ordered to kneel and our ankles are positioned in rounded notches on top of a wood beam and another notched beam is lowered and locked, trapping our ankles in a two-person stock. Our wrists are bound above our heads and the board we knelt upon is taken away. The blindfolds are removed. With my arms straight my knees don’t touch the floor yet it angles my legs so there is strain on my Achilles’ tendons and tremendous pressure on my shins. I look at the pretty brunette bound next to me and say “Hi, I’m Dorothy.”
“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Barbaria.”
Hi, Barbaria… may I be so forward as to call you Barb?”
“Why not; we are sisters in this hell.”
“So what brings you here?” Barb asks me. “Oh, they want me to confess to a litany of charges. If I do I get sent to a women’s correctional facility for 10 to 30 years.”
“And if you don’t?”
“They promised a fair trial and when I am convicted I’ll be hanged.”
“My god, Dorothy that’s terrible! What are you going to do?”
“Mr. Tree gave me a demonstration of what life in prison is like and he said that it didn’t include becoming a bull dykes slave to be loaned out for cigarettes. I’m thinking of going with the noose” I tell her. “Why are you here?”
“Job discipline” Barb tells me. “They want me to confess to ‘lewd and immoral acts so they can fire me.”
“It must be a really good job if you are going through this to keep it” I say.
“It’s not, but they won’t tell me the charges until I give a full confession. I think they want to do more than fire me. It’s kind of ironic; you have a ‘Mr. Tree’ and my tormentor is named Joan Tree.”
I yelp as riding crop snaps against the sole of my feet and Barb yells for the woman to leave me alone; fat chance of that happening. Barb tells me the woman is Joan Tree. I glance back and tell her “They can’t be related; she’s too good looking…”
Tree
“Hi, Dorothy, I’m Barbaria.”
Hi, Barbaria… may I be so forward as to call you Barb?”
“Why not; we are sisters in this hell.”
“So what brings you here?” Barb asks me. “Oh, they want me to confess to a litany of charges. If I do I get sent to a women’s correctional facility for 10 to 30 years.”
“And if you don’t?”
“They promised a fair trial and when I am convicted I’ll be hanged.”
“My god, Dorothy that’s terrible! What are you going to do?”
“Mr. Tree gave me a demonstration of what life in prison is like and he said that it didn’t include becoming a bull dykes slave to be loaned out for cigarettes. I’m thinking of going with the noose” I tell her. “Why are you here?”
“Job discipline” Barb tells me. “They want me to confess to ‘lewd and immoral acts so they can fire me.”
“It must be a really good job if you are going through this to keep it” I say.
“It’s not, but they won’t tell me the charges until I give a full confession. I think they want to do more than fire me. It’s kind of ironic; you have a ‘Mr. Tree’ and my tormentor is named Joan Tree.”
I yelp as riding crop snaps against the sole of my feet and Barb yells for the woman to leave me alone; fat chance of that happening. Barb tells me the woman is Joan Tree. I glance back and tell her “They can’t be related; she’s too good looking…”
Tree
JANE Tree, you moron... Why I ought to modder you...
Tree
...Oh Moe, Oh Moe, It hurts, it hurts...
...what's the matter, kid...
...I'm trying to think but nothin's happenin'... nyuk, yuk, yuk
Tree
...Oh Moe, Oh Moe, It hurts, it hurts...
...what's the matter, kid...
...I'm trying to think but nothin's happenin'... nyuk, yuk, yuk
too good looking............................Tree?
yep cute............
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
God i almost committed adultery , Mr. Tree is married so sharing a bottle is out and so is sharing a bed , carry on with my torture i need something to keep me horny
Soon Dorothy is paying up for her week in prison. She had agreed to give an extra week for Judge Admi to extract her confession so she could see what prison life was like. She lay bound on her back with her legs splayed. She wondered what would come next.
Judge Admi walked in and asked “Are you ready to confess, Dorothy?”
“Why should I? I have 10 to 30 years to see if you can get it up.”
That was probably not an endearing thing to say to the man that has my life in his control. He kneels between my legs and laps at my pussy. It feels great but I need a cock in my cunt. I purr “That’s nice, your honor (He likes when you call him that, I’m told); keep doing it until you can get an erection… if you can.”
Dorothy’s baiting of Judge Admi finally paid off as he rammed his shaft home. Dorothy complained “Could you loosen the rope around my waist? It hurts when your cock is up past my bellybutton…”
Tree
Judge Admi walked in and asked “Are you ready to confess, Dorothy?”
“Why should I? I have 10 to 30 years to see if you can get it up.”
That was probably not an endearing thing to say to the man that has my life in his control. He kneels between my legs and laps at my pussy. It feels great but I need a cock in my cunt. I purr “That’s nice, your honor (He likes when you call him that, I’m told); keep doing it until you can get an erection… if you can.”
Dorothy’s baiting of Judge Admi finally paid off as he rammed his shaft home. Dorothy complained “Could you loosen the rope around my waist? It hurts when your cock is up past my bellybutton…”
Tree
who is that fool who is pushing her on the bed...................it is not my arm
???
t
t
aahhhaa yours???
t
