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Eulalia's Ordeal With The Imf
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Thanks all
If get some in I'll post. And if you have ever sat on a wood horse you'd know poor Eul is NOT getting any rest...
THT
If get some in I'll post. And if you have ever sat on a wood horse you'd know poor Eul is NOT getting any rest...
THT
Wooden horse? but I'm a guy
Fantasmo
Senator
Fantasmo
Senator
deeper?You think it feels much different for the girls?
I'm sure your balls would provide padding for your bottom... (oooowwwww)
THT
THT
I once sat on a sawhorse (Carefully arranging my srotum to be out of the way) and lifted my legs to see how bad could this be? I don't know if it is worse than being nailed to a cross but it has to be the closest second place there is.
But enough about me. Another segment of Eulalia's Ordeal...
While it seemed like an eternity to Eulalia she had been on the horse an hour when two brothers and sisters came to take her from it. It was not an act of mercy but to insure the O.P.P. would not violate the ‘no visible damage’ clause in their contract with the IMF concerning Eulalia’s visit for punishment. The brothers pulled on the rope, raising Eul by the collar. Ever as she felt the start of strangulation Eul was relieved to have her bottom off the wedge. The sisters untied her ankles and they helped her swing her legs to the side of the horse. As the brothers lowered her the sisters had to catch her and help hold her on her feet as she was already too weak to stand. One of the sisters fetched a cool wet towel and wiped Eulalia’s face and neck. She asked Eulalia if she could walk. Still trembling with pain Eul nodded she could.
A short walk down a hall and another ride in the elevator found Eulalia deep in a subbasement, dimly lit, hot, and damp. She was strapped to a bondage bench and left alone. Her wrists were locked in leather lined Iron cuffs and straps were cinched around her forearms, calves, ankles, and the small of her back. She could rest her chin and cheek on the leather bench and if she really tried she could have rubbed her clit on the other end. And while the horse hadn’t hurt her clit her bottom and hips were too damn sore for that much effort. Besides she was tired and weak from the horse and she had no idea how long it had been since she last ate. She looked around and said “who would have thought you’d find this in such a fine establishment.”
There are examples through time of people sleeping in worse conditions. Exhausted Eulalia dozed off…
Eulalia awoke to the slap of a leather wrapped cane across her ass. She jerked as if to avoid a second blow then remembered where she was. She looked around to find Sister Persecutor in full habit and Friar Abbott dressed in some BDSM outfit. She groaned and laid her cheek on the bench. Her hair was still pulled back in the blue wrap and Sister grabbed the tail and jerked her head back. Sister mocked “Come on you whore it’s only a little while until we turn you over to the IMF for your big day. I want you to show Friar Abbott some foreplay.”
Knowing there was no point in resisting Eulalia opened her mouth and began sucking his cock. As soon as he was erect he switched ends and speared Eulalia’s sex. As he grunted with each thrush and hissed “oh, yeah, that’s good” Sister enjoyed each yelp from Eul as he slapped against her bottom. She laughed and said “Look! She’s not having fun!”
Sister was right. He was rubbing the tender area between her sex and ass that had been tortured by the horse. And the way he was pumping her Eul knew he would come long before she could on a good day. And just as she had that thought the friar blasted his load into her. His guttural moans reminded Eulalia of a cheap porn film. He didn’t wait for his last shot to pull out and come to Eul’s face. He pulled her head up and growled “Come on, you little whore, keep it hard. That’s good, bitch. Keep me happy so I don’t have to hurt you when you come back here.”
‘Music to my ears’ Eulalia thought. ‘I survive crucifixion and I get sent back here for a month!’ Still she did her best to please him. As awful as the cross would be, she did not want to return to this crowd with them already angry at her. The friar’s erection filled back to form as his cum dripped from her sex. He again circled behind Eulalia and this time stuffed his shaft into her ass. With her already sore bottom Eulalia howled in pain as he slowly stroked her. Sister tugged on her hair and tapped her buns with the cane. “Come on, slut; rub your clit on that leather. I’ve ridden that horse like you did and your clit isn’t hurting!”
Suddenly one of the sisters ran into the room. She said in a hushed voice “They are here to get her.”
Friar Abbott grunted “I’m almost there!”
Eulalia, Sister Persecutor, Friar Abbott all looked at the door like deer caught in headlights when they heard Hanging Tree say “But I’m here now. Its midnight and that is my prisoner…”
But enough about me. Another segment of Eulalia's Ordeal...
While it seemed like an eternity to Eulalia she had been on the horse an hour when two brothers and sisters came to take her from it. It was not an act of mercy but to insure the O.P.P. would not violate the ‘no visible damage’ clause in their contract with the IMF concerning Eulalia’s visit for punishment. The brothers pulled on the rope, raising Eul by the collar. Ever as she felt the start of strangulation Eul was relieved to have her bottom off the wedge. The sisters untied her ankles and they helped her swing her legs to the side of the horse. As the brothers lowered her the sisters had to catch her and help hold her on her feet as she was already too weak to stand. One of the sisters fetched a cool wet towel and wiped Eulalia’s face and neck. She asked Eulalia if she could walk. Still trembling with pain Eul nodded she could.
A short walk down a hall and another ride in the elevator found Eulalia deep in a subbasement, dimly lit, hot, and damp. She was strapped to a bondage bench and left alone. Her wrists were locked in leather lined Iron cuffs and straps were cinched around her forearms, calves, ankles, and the small of her back. She could rest her chin and cheek on the leather bench and if she really tried she could have rubbed her clit on the other end. And while the horse hadn’t hurt her clit her bottom and hips were too damn sore for that much effort. Besides she was tired and weak from the horse and she had no idea how long it had been since she last ate. She looked around and said “who would have thought you’d find this in such a fine establishment.”
There are examples through time of people sleeping in worse conditions. Exhausted Eulalia dozed off…
Eulalia awoke to the slap of a leather wrapped cane across her ass. She jerked as if to avoid a second blow then remembered where she was. She looked around to find Sister Persecutor in full habit and Friar Abbott dressed in some BDSM outfit. She groaned and laid her cheek on the bench. Her hair was still pulled back in the blue wrap and Sister grabbed the tail and jerked her head back. Sister mocked “Come on you whore it’s only a little while until we turn you over to the IMF for your big day. I want you to show Friar Abbott some foreplay.”
Knowing there was no point in resisting Eulalia opened her mouth and began sucking his cock. As soon as he was erect he switched ends and speared Eulalia’s sex. As he grunted with each thrush and hissed “oh, yeah, that’s good” Sister enjoyed each yelp from Eul as he slapped against her bottom. She laughed and said “Look! She’s not having fun!”
Sister was right. He was rubbing the tender area between her sex and ass that had been tortured by the horse. And the way he was pumping her Eul knew he would come long before she could on a good day. And just as she had that thought the friar blasted his load into her. His guttural moans reminded Eulalia of a cheap porn film. He didn’t wait for his last shot to pull out and come to Eul’s face. He pulled her head up and growled “Come on, you little whore, keep it hard. That’s good, bitch. Keep me happy so I don’t have to hurt you when you come back here.”
‘Music to my ears’ Eulalia thought. ‘I survive crucifixion and I get sent back here for a month!’ Still she did her best to please him. As awful as the cross would be, she did not want to return to this crowd with them already angry at her. The friar’s erection filled back to form as his cum dripped from her sex. He again circled behind Eulalia and this time stuffed his shaft into her ass. With her already sore bottom Eulalia howled in pain as he slowly stroked her. Sister tugged on her hair and tapped her buns with the cane. “Come on, slut; rub your clit on that leather. I’ve ridden that horse like you did and your clit isn’t hurting!”
Suddenly one of the sisters ran into the room. She said in a hushed voice “They are here to get her.”
Friar Abbott grunted “I’m almost there!”
Eulalia, Sister Persecutor, Friar Abbott all looked at the door like deer caught in headlights when they heard Hanging Tree say “But I’m here now. Its midnight and that is my prisoner…”
More done...
The next few posts cover what happens between 12:01 A.M. until about 10:30 A.M. Because I am really flushing this story out far more than I ever thought I would there aren’t any illustrations. I hope the words carry the load for the next segments…
“I said it’s midnight and that’s my prisoner. You pop that thing out of her ass now or as the ol’ saying goes ‘I’ll turn you into a chicken from a roster’.”
Eulalia shook her head and thought ‘Crap, my white knight quotes Dolly Parton!’ But the friar backed away. He looked down at his erection. Tree suggested maybe Sister P. could finish him off. Tree walked over to Eulalia and freed her from the bench. As he did so the friar reached for a pistol on a bench. Another booming voice filled the room as ‘Gunner’ yelled “DON’T MAKE ME MESSY UP THE WALL WITH YOU!”
Eul, Tree, and ‘Gunner’ left the O.P.P with not further ado. Eulalia sat with her arms crossed over her breasts as they drove away….”
I looked over at Eulalia. Her body glowed in the dashboard lights. “Are you alright?”
She looked over at me and shook her head. I waited and she didn’t say anything. “What’s wrong, Eulalia?”
There was another long silence. The Caddy pulled up to ‘Gunner’s’ car. It’s a Cadillac, too. It’s just a lot newer… and… it’s a lot newer. He opened the lift-gate and tossed the M60 with the belts of bullets into the back. The ass of the SUV dipped two inches from the weight. I never could figure how he could carry that much shit and never make a sound until he pulled the trigger. He drove off. I looked at Eulalia and she was glaring at me. I raised my hands and said “WHAT?”
“I’m just a little confused right now, that’s all” Eulalia said. Instead of letting the pregnant pause pass and letting her continue I asked “About what?”
“Oh, Tree, for my sake I hope to god and hell you are better at crucifying women than you understand them! Are you expecting me to thank you for saving me from an ass-fuck so you can nail me to a cross in the morning?”
I tried to reply “I didn’t ask to…”
“SHUT UP UNTIL I’M DONE… Please, Tree, just shut up. Look at me. What’s wrong with this picture? Here, let me turn the map light on… This FUCKING car DOESN’T have map lights?”
I reach behind us and turned on the dome light. I was about to say ‘is that any better?’ but both thought better of it and, again, then gentleman in me had me gawking at this young beauty illuminated as I haven’t seen a woman for decades.
“Where was I? Yes… What’s wrong with this picture? Do you know, Tree? I’m not in handcuffs and I’m not blindfold and we just drove out of the ‘secret’ O.P.P. Headquarters. So what the hell does that mean? Does that mean I’m a dead woman walking? Even if I survive Mistress has promised these assholes I’ll spend another month with them. Tree, I CANNOT do that! I’d do anything for Melissa but I can’t go back there!”
The highway was narrow and I pulled off at the first road we came to. I just hoped none of my neighbors stopped to chat as I was parked at the end of my drive. I left the car running and the dash lights on but turned off the dome light. As my eyes adjusted to the dim green lights I watched Eulalia’s chest heaving with each breath. She was almost cowering against the door. I thought I had to be a real bastard to do to her in just a few hours and think about her as I did at that moment.
I took a deep breath and looked out the windshield. Eulalia reached and rubbed my leg with her toes. “Do you have something you’d like to say?”
The next few posts cover what happens between 12:01 A.M. until about 10:30 A.M. Because I am really flushing this story out far more than I ever thought I would there aren’t any illustrations. I hope the words carry the load for the next segments…
“I said it’s midnight and that’s my prisoner. You pop that thing out of her ass now or as the ol’ saying goes ‘I’ll turn you into a chicken from a roster’.”
Eulalia shook her head and thought ‘Crap, my white knight quotes Dolly Parton!’ But the friar backed away. He looked down at his erection. Tree suggested maybe Sister P. could finish him off. Tree walked over to Eulalia and freed her from the bench. As he did so the friar reached for a pistol on a bench. Another booming voice filled the room as ‘Gunner’ yelled “DON’T MAKE ME MESSY UP THE WALL WITH YOU!”
Eul, Tree, and ‘Gunner’ left the O.P.P with not further ado. Eulalia sat with her arms crossed over her breasts as they drove away….”
I looked over at Eulalia. Her body glowed in the dashboard lights. “Are you alright?”
She looked over at me and shook her head. I waited and she didn’t say anything. “What’s wrong, Eulalia?”
There was another long silence. The Caddy pulled up to ‘Gunner’s’ car. It’s a Cadillac, too. It’s just a lot newer… and… it’s a lot newer. He opened the lift-gate and tossed the M60 with the belts of bullets into the back. The ass of the SUV dipped two inches from the weight. I never could figure how he could carry that much shit and never make a sound until he pulled the trigger. He drove off. I looked at Eulalia and she was glaring at me. I raised my hands and said “WHAT?”
“I’m just a little confused right now, that’s all” Eulalia said. Instead of letting the pregnant pause pass and letting her continue I asked “About what?”
“Oh, Tree, for my sake I hope to god and hell you are better at crucifying women than you understand them! Are you expecting me to thank you for saving me from an ass-fuck so you can nail me to a cross in the morning?”
I tried to reply “I didn’t ask to…”
“SHUT UP UNTIL I’M DONE… Please, Tree, just shut up. Look at me. What’s wrong with this picture? Here, let me turn the map light on… This FUCKING car DOESN’T have map lights?”
I reach behind us and turned on the dome light. I was about to say ‘is that any better?’ but both thought better of it and, again, then gentleman in me had me gawking at this young beauty illuminated as I haven’t seen a woman for decades.
“Where was I? Yes… What’s wrong with this picture? Do you know, Tree? I’m not in handcuffs and I’m not blindfold and we just drove out of the ‘secret’ O.P.P. Headquarters. So what the hell does that mean? Does that mean I’m a dead woman walking? Even if I survive Mistress has promised these assholes I’ll spend another month with them. Tree, I CANNOT do that! I’d do anything for Melissa but I can’t go back there!”
The highway was narrow and I pulled off at the first road we came to. I just hoped none of my neighbors stopped to chat as I was parked at the end of my drive. I left the car running and the dash lights on but turned off the dome light. As my eyes adjusted to the dim green lights I watched Eulalia’s chest heaving with each breath. She was almost cowering against the door. I thought I had to be a real bastard to do to her in just a few hours and think about her as I did at that moment.
I took a deep breath and looked out the windshield. Eulalia reached and rubbed my leg with her toes. “Do you have something you’d like to say?”
and she is even a damned good Britain horsewoman too
Fantasmo
Senator
Well, in a "play context", the horse either is not really "sharp" (rounded, padded) or there are (virtually) baloons instead of weights at the feet (in real world wrists tied over head to the ceiling, so the "victim" can pull and release the pressure a bit...
But in fantasy, everything is possible...
we toooooooooooThey sure do THT,for me at least -I'm really into the story now,I guess you're enjoying creating it too!
Me threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
y're a funny elfgirl but be sure we catch you
I draw my sword "Bring it on!"y're a funny elfgirl but be sure we catch you
very very much
like this game
special the teasing and shooing of a redhead elfgirl on order of a wicked redhaired Governor.