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Scandals' Resort
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Tash again didn’t tell anything about Anne Moore’s insurgent army hiding in the subtropical forest. Joan is getting impatient and talks with the IMF Supreme Director. She flops back in a chair and says “This bitch Tash is tough I will hand her that! I think we need to take it up a notch on her!”
“And what do you propose?”
“I think we ought to strap her in the gas chamber. After a few minutes the bitch will tell us anything!” Joan says.
“…and if she doesn’t?”
“Then we go all the way!”
“Joan, what will she tell us when she’s dead?”
“Every minute she is silent whatever information she has grows irrelevant” Joan says. She adds “The thought of doing this makes me hot. Do you want to fuck?”
We pause for a brief intermission. The concession stands in the lobby are open…
Tash is brought to the gas chamber having mixed emotions. As the matrons step about strapping her to the chair she never thought she would get out of this alive after she was captured but hardly expected it to be over so soon. Even if she was going to be tortured and used at least she was alive. The chest strap is cinch tightly around her chest.
I didn’t resist being brought to the chamber or even being strapped to the chair. What is the point? I could have easily taken out the bimbo strapping me in but with her are six guards with batons and TASARs and I hurt enough already. After the strap presses my back against the chair I watch almost detached as she tightens the straps already around my wrists. At the top of my forearms a second pair of straps pull my arms fast against wood rests, polished by the people- women I suspect- that have preceded me here.
I watch her strap my ankles to the legs of the chair and the two straps at the top of my calves insure I cannot move anything but my head and in my final moments I sit exposed with thighs spread.
Before she leaves the chamber she unbuckles the chest strap and tosses the belts through the slats of the chair’s back. I guess she notices the confused look on my face and answers my unasked question.
“Honey, you have to be able to breathe the gas. Besides there are a few dozen high rollers that want to watch live while you writhe in the chair not to mention the RR Video Premium Channel subscribers and the RR Pay-per-View springing $100 US to what you go through.”
She walks out and I watch to burly men swing the door shut. I expect a loud clang of metal on metal. Instead there is a dull thud as the heavy door smashes against rubber grommets ringing the opening. I hear latches seal me in and my ears feel the pressure change. Below me out of sight a burner lights and everywhere I look inside this mausoleum are cameras aimed at me. In the strange quietness I feel
my heart pumping in my chest. Any move I try to make I hear the minute squeaks of well-oiled leather and the almost imperceptible groan of the wood joint of the chair.
I can’t help but gasp when I hear a hiss of air start behind me. A voice comes over a cheap speaker (actually it is a very expensive speaker designed more to prevent a spark in an oxygen-rich atmosphere than its sound quality –Ed.) and says “Tash, it’s the last chance to save your ass. What do you know about the insurgents?”
Deep inside I am scared shitless but I laugh and say “Save my ass??? …after what’s been done to it??? Listen; let’s not waste your time. If you are going to kill me let’s get on with it because I have told you all you are going to know!”
On four sides of the octagon-shaped chamber black curtains were drawn back…
I can see silhouettes behind the glass panels. I don’t know that they are looking at me but why would they not? Beneath me I feel heat rising and hear water boiling. What the hell are they waiting on!
Damn it! I peed! I guess one of the cameras catch that! I scream “Just fucking kill me!”
“In due time Tash”
“I won’t tell you anything!”
“Maybe… maybe not, Tash.”
My heart skips a beat as I hear from behind and below me beads roll down a metal chute from behind and below me! I hear them splash almost one by one into the boiling vat below the chair and winch when the hot liquid splashes against the back of my legs. Crap it won’t be long now!
The distorted voice of Joan Tree comes over the speaker again. “Tash, this isn’t like the movies where you take a few breaths and pass out and it is over! We’re going to do this slowly in increasing doses. You suck in as much as you want and it still won’t finish you until later doses are administered. There’s still time to tell what you know but at some point you will feel it coursing through you veins and soon after that even though it won’t be over yet there will be no turning back. Do you understand?”
“I am not telling you a damn thing! Get fucked, bitch!” I shout defiantly.
Her voice came on again and calmly said “Have it your way. And Tash I already have fucked. The thought of watching you being slowly gassed made me so hot I had had to take of it! Enjoy, Tash… we certainly will!”
The pellets are still rolling down the chute when it first hits me. I can’t see the gas but I can smell it and feel it in my nose, throat, and lungs. It has a pungent order that is a cross between ammonia and hot pepper. I try not to inhale but it is impossible. I try to tamp back the panic welling in me but I am losing. I think about breathing deeper but remember what Joan to me. I hate that fucking bitch more than I thought I could!
The chamber goes silent except for a soft constant hiss of air, the squeaks of the leather binding me, and the small groans of the chair I am strapped to. My mind tells me that even if I could escape the bindings there is no way I could get out of the metal and glass chamber but my body and lungs orders me to try! I must be putting on quite the show for the people watching through the glass and on whatever is on the receiving end of the dozen cameras and microphones I have spotted. After an interminable amount of time I hear some liquid splash into the vat below me. Soon I feel heat rising through the slats of the seat. Not long after that I hear the liquid boiling again.
“Tash, it is Joan. The next round is more potent. You are young and strong so I doubt this round will do you in but this shit builds up in your body. I’m not sure how many you can take. Why don’t you just say what you and we can stop this foolishness?”
“Kiss my ass!” I hiss.
“You have a cute one and I really would like to do that but it would require me to come in there and breathe what you are and I don’t want to do that. Why don’t you give what you know and rejoin the living?”
I listen to the liquid in a rolling boil beneath me. I lower and shake my head saying “Do it again.”
Again pellets roll down the chute and splash into the liquid. The rattling and splashing goes on longer this time and like the last it takes a fewer moments before the colorless gas to reach me. My head jerks up when I inhale it. Like the last time it reminds me of ammonia and pepper but stronger and with a mixture of chicken wing hot sauce and horseradish tossed in! My sinuses and lugs seem to burn and I begin to cough. I would scream but my throat hurts. And the damn pellets keep coming!
When they finally stop I am alone again with only the sound of air hissing and me doing my impossible fight with the chair that logically I know I cannot win but emotionally cannot surrender to! My eyes burn as does my whole mouth, airways, and lungs. I am sweating profusely, my gut is cramping, and for reasons I could not explain my pussy is hot and wet. I am becoming tired and begin to fear I will give into Joan Tree.
“Ready to talk Tash?” Her voice asks.
“I can’t… I cannot!” I cry weakly.
“I don’t know how much more your body can take, Tash. At some point you will have breathed enough even if I stop there is no helping you.”
“Just do it Joan” I moan.
The heat beneath me rises again and the liquid begins to boil as more liquid is added. The pellets again start rolling down the chute to dissolve in the boiling vat. My head hurts from the searing gas that tortures my lung. My whole body feels strange and I have to relieve my bowels and need to have an orgasm. The pellets are still coming when I beg Joan to stop.
“Are you going to talk, Tash?”
“I can’t! You know I can’t!” I cry.
“Then I think we should wrap this up.”
“Oh, God, no; I don’t want to die” I sob.
“It is time to finish with you, Tash.”
The vat beneath her drains a faucet above it fills rinses it with scalding hot water before it is filled three-quarters with the near boiling water. It takes only moments before the water begins to boil. This time instead of pellets a steady but small stream of liquid comes down the chute.
Damn, I am going to die strapped naked in chair with who know how many people watching outside this chamber and on televisions elsewhere. I am sore from fighting the chair and all my joints ache down to my little toes. Does every woman feel like they need to come as death nears? I begin to cry as I see fumes rise from under the chair. It is the first time I can see the…
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
A dead skunk on a hot highway next to a quarter-mile long chicken brooding house across from a pig farm adjacent to a horse rendering plant in northwest Arkansas can’t match this! I can’t take much more. I can’t focus my watering eyes and my ears are ringing. I try to hold my head up and it just flops back and to the side. I think I just shit the chair… probably did…oh look, there’s another camera…
Joan Tree watches on her monitor for a few more minutes. When she doesn’t detect any movement she types in a command on her laptop. The curtains close and, except for the camera hardwired to her monitor only, the RR cameras go dark. While the air is purged in the chamber to facilitate removing Tash she mutters to herself “That is one strong woman.”
Tree
“And what do you propose?”
“I think we ought to strap her in the gas chamber. After a few minutes the bitch will tell us anything!” Joan says.
“…and if she doesn’t?”
“Then we go all the way!”
“Joan, what will she tell us when she’s dead?”
“Every minute she is silent whatever information she has grows irrelevant” Joan says. She adds “The thought of doing this makes me hot. Do you want to fuck?”
We pause for a brief intermission. The concession stands in the lobby are open…
Tash is brought to the gas chamber having mixed emotions. As the matrons step about strapping her to the chair she never thought she would get out of this alive after she was captured but hardly expected it to be over so soon. Even if she was going to be tortured and used at least she was alive. The chest strap is cinch tightly around her chest.
I didn’t resist being brought to the chamber or even being strapped to the chair. What is the point? I could have easily taken out the bimbo strapping me in but with her are six guards with batons and TASARs and I hurt enough already. After the strap presses my back against the chair I watch almost detached as she tightens the straps already around my wrists. At the top of my forearms a second pair of straps pull my arms fast against wood rests, polished by the people- women I suspect- that have preceded me here.
I watch her strap my ankles to the legs of the chair and the two straps at the top of my calves insure I cannot move anything but my head and in my final moments I sit exposed with thighs spread.
Before she leaves the chamber she unbuckles the chest strap and tosses the belts through the slats of the chair’s back. I guess she notices the confused look on my face and answers my unasked question.
“Honey, you have to be able to breathe the gas. Besides there are a few dozen high rollers that want to watch live while you writhe in the chair not to mention the RR Video Premium Channel subscribers and the RR Pay-per-View springing $100 US to what you go through.”
She walks out and I watch to burly men swing the door shut. I expect a loud clang of metal on metal. Instead there is a dull thud as the heavy door smashes against rubber grommets ringing the opening. I hear latches seal me in and my ears feel the pressure change. Below me out of sight a burner lights and everywhere I look inside this mausoleum are cameras aimed at me. In the strange quietness I feel
my heart pumping in my chest. Any move I try to make I hear the minute squeaks of well-oiled leather and the almost imperceptible groan of the wood joint of the chair.
I can’t help but gasp when I hear a hiss of air start behind me. A voice comes over a cheap speaker (actually it is a very expensive speaker designed more to prevent a spark in an oxygen-rich atmosphere than its sound quality –Ed.) and says “Tash, it’s the last chance to save your ass. What do you know about the insurgents?”
Deep inside I am scared shitless but I laugh and say “Save my ass??? …after what’s been done to it??? Listen; let’s not waste your time. If you are going to kill me let’s get on with it because I have told you all you are going to know!”
On four sides of the octagon-shaped chamber black curtains were drawn back…
I can see silhouettes behind the glass panels. I don’t know that they are looking at me but why would they not? Beneath me I feel heat rising and hear water boiling. What the hell are they waiting on!
Damn it! I peed! I guess one of the cameras catch that! I scream “Just fucking kill me!”
“In due time Tash”
“I won’t tell you anything!”
“Maybe… maybe not, Tash.”
My heart skips a beat as I hear from behind and below me beads roll down a metal chute from behind and below me! I hear them splash almost one by one into the boiling vat below the chair and winch when the hot liquid splashes against the back of my legs. Crap it won’t be long now!
The distorted voice of Joan Tree comes over the speaker again. “Tash, this isn’t like the movies where you take a few breaths and pass out and it is over! We’re going to do this slowly in increasing doses. You suck in as much as you want and it still won’t finish you until later doses are administered. There’s still time to tell what you know but at some point you will feel it coursing through you veins and soon after that even though it won’t be over yet there will be no turning back. Do you understand?”
“I am not telling you a damn thing! Get fucked, bitch!” I shout defiantly.
Her voice came on again and calmly said “Have it your way. And Tash I already have fucked. The thought of watching you being slowly gassed made me so hot I had had to take of it! Enjoy, Tash… we certainly will!”
The pellets are still rolling down the chute when it first hits me. I can’t see the gas but I can smell it and feel it in my nose, throat, and lungs. It has a pungent order that is a cross between ammonia and hot pepper. I try not to inhale but it is impossible. I try to tamp back the panic welling in me but I am losing. I think about breathing deeper but remember what Joan to me. I hate that fucking bitch more than I thought I could!
The chamber goes silent except for a soft constant hiss of air, the squeaks of the leather binding me, and the small groans of the chair I am strapped to. My mind tells me that even if I could escape the bindings there is no way I could get out of the metal and glass chamber but my body and lungs orders me to try! I must be putting on quite the show for the people watching through the glass and on whatever is on the receiving end of the dozen cameras and microphones I have spotted. After an interminable amount of time I hear some liquid splash into the vat below me. Soon I feel heat rising through the slats of the seat. Not long after that I hear the liquid boiling again.
“Tash, it is Joan. The next round is more potent. You are young and strong so I doubt this round will do you in but this shit builds up in your body. I’m not sure how many you can take. Why don’t you just say what you and we can stop this foolishness?”
“Kiss my ass!” I hiss.
“You have a cute one and I really would like to do that but it would require me to come in there and breathe what you are and I don’t want to do that. Why don’t you give what you know and rejoin the living?”
I listen to the liquid in a rolling boil beneath me. I lower and shake my head saying “Do it again.”
Again pellets roll down the chute and splash into the liquid. The rattling and splashing goes on longer this time and like the last it takes a fewer moments before the colorless gas to reach me. My head jerks up when I inhale it. Like the last time it reminds me of ammonia and pepper but stronger and with a mixture of chicken wing hot sauce and horseradish tossed in! My sinuses and lugs seem to burn and I begin to cough. I would scream but my throat hurts. And the damn pellets keep coming!
When they finally stop I am alone again with only the sound of air hissing and me doing my impossible fight with the chair that logically I know I cannot win but emotionally cannot surrender to! My eyes burn as does my whole mouth, airways, and lungs. I am sweating profusely, my gut is cramping, and for reasons I could not explain my pussy is hot and wet. I am becoming tired and begin to fear I will give into Joan Tree.
“Ready to talk Tash?” Her voice asks.
“I can’t… I cannot!” I cry weakly.
“I don’t know how much more your body can take, Tash. At some point you will have breathed enough even if I stop there is no helping you.”
“Just do it Joan” I moan.
The heat beneath me rises again and the liquid begins to boil as more liquid is added. The pellets again start rolling down the chute to dissolve in the boiling vat. My head hurts from the searing gas that tortures my lung. My whole body feels strange and I have to relieve my bowels and need to have an orgasm. The pellets are still coming when I beg Joan to stop.
“Are you going to talk, Tash?”
“I can’t! You know I can’t!” I cry.
“Then I think we should wrap this up.”
“Oh, God, no; I don’t want to die” I sob.
“It is time to finish with you, Tash.”
The vat beneath her drains a faucet above it fills rinses it with scalding hot water before it is filled three-quarters with the near boiling water. It takes only moments before the water begins to boil. This time instead of pellets a steady but small stream of liquid comes down the chute.
Damn, I am going to die strapped naked in chair with who know how many people watching outside this chamber and on televisions elsewhere. I am sore from fighting the chair and all my joints ache down to my little toes. Does every woman feel like they need to come as death nears? I begin to cry as I see fumes rise from under the chair. It is the first time I can see the…
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
A dead skunk on a hot highway next to a quarter-mile long chicken brooding house across from a pig farm adjacent to a horse rendering plant in northwest Arkansas can’t match this! I can’t take much more. I can’t focus my watering eyes and my ears are ringing. I try to hold my head up and it just flops back and to the side. I think I just shit the chair… probably did…oh look, there’s another camera…
Joan Tree watches on her monitor for a few more minutes. When she doesn’t detect any movement she types in a command on her laptop. The curtains close and, except for the camera hardwired to her monitor only, the RR cameras go dark. While the air is purged in the chamber to facilitate removing Tash she mutters to herself “That is one strong woman.”
Tree
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Im not sure what I think. I know Im hungry though. BBQ chicken eh.... …Ratchetttttttttt! Lunchtime!!!!!!!!!
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Tree continuously amazes me in the very imaginative ways he has of seeing off us Cruxgirls. 
Thank you, Tash, but he ain't done yet... That last one was a bit different as Tree was mostly sober when he wrote it!!!Tree continuously amazes me in the very imaginative ways he has of seeing off us Cruxgirls.
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Cant believe you like the way the bastard killed me. In a gas chamber!
Sober as a judge, I'm sure, I'm not sure whether your genius increases or decreases with alcohol, but this was one cool post!
Thank you...
Wait a minute...
Thank you sir...Sober as a judge, I'm sure, I'm not sure whether your genius increases or decreases with alcohol, but this was one cool post!
Shall we explain some things??? Read on...
I go take a shower. Damn that was a long day and it is far from over. When I am done I notice I have an urgent message from the Supreme Commander of the IMA; the top dog of the whole IMA/IMF Junta thing or whatever my asshole brother Tree made up for Crux Forums. I click the remote and establish a secure video link with ‘His High-ass’ as I call him. I know it’s secure; the same guy that did a server for a recent US Secretary of State did mine. I light up a Madame Wu as his image appears larger than life on my 95” 4K OLED monitor. He looks at me and scowls “You are talking with the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Moral Authority. You appearance is less that respectful.”
“Forgive me, sir (you fucking jack-off), but the message said you needed to speak with me urgently and it would have taken me more than an hour and half to fix my hair so I just put a towel around it” I say with all the sincerity of card shark playing ‘Three Card Monty’.
“I was referring to your dress” he replies.
“What, this old thing?” I say in my best northwest Arkansas accent. I look down and feign surprise I forgot to put it on as I was so excited to be summoned to speak with him (ladies, pay attention; he may be the ‘Supreme Commander’ but guess who is the boss now?).
I suggest we continue the call tomorrow but he huffs that he is sure no disrespect was intended (yeah, right) before he says “Joan, I fail see the benefit of killing the insurgent Natasha. You have got no information from her nor will you obviously in the future!”
I look at the pompous ass in black and white on the monitor I paid $15K US, take a drag off the Madame Wu and reply “I said it was time to finish her… not terminate her. That little bitch has more fight than any woman I ever met and with all due respect, no man comes close. Tash is hardly dead.”
“Impossible! I saw her die!”
“Looks can be deceiving. The first round was my horny potion, ammonia and oil of cyan pepper. The second round was a stronger mix of above plus concentrated extract of horseradish, ‘Louisiana’-brand hot sauce, and mild dose of a strong laxative. Round three was more of the same except an even larger dose of all ingredients and Tabascos sauce replaced Louisiana hot sauce. And the last round was concentrated Parfum du Tree Fart™ with an anesthesia pumped slowly into to the chamber.
“Any other woman would have sold out Anne Moore after the second round and been begging for Gunner and Bull to fuck her.”
“Diabolical, Joan Tree…
…but you extracted no information from Tash.”
“No, but I suspect Anne’s little group has tapped into RR’s network and thinks she is dead. It fucks up their timetable. I don’t know what it will take to get anything out of Tash. The girl is tough and strong willed!”
“May I suggest a change in tactics?” he asks…
-Joan Tree
Tree
...Tree was busy the last few days...
Celticvirgin
Tribune
Diabolical is right. 
I'd have talked
I'd have sung like a canary
Yes, but kids, do NOT try this at home! Joan is a trained chemist!!!Diabolical is right.
Tree
...I wonder what the Supreme Commander has in mind... it's probably nothing...
The night is going true to form since becoming Joan Tree’s slave. First I wait on the floor while she has her late cocktail and a Madame Wu (no, I was not offered either).
That was followed up with some sex- not like Siss and I would have!
I wonder what Siss is doing now?
(Siss is still on a cross with Messa in the harbor square –Ed.)
That is followed up with my evening whipping.
Early the next morning Joan shows me some unexpected tenderness. Oddly I feel uncomfortable being unbound in any way. She holds me gently and kisses me and says “The Supreme Commander of the IMA thinks it would be a good idea if you were stoned this evening. Have you ever been stoned, Barb?”
“I have had a Madame Wu from time to time but not really stoned, Mistress Joan” I reply naively.
“My poor slave Barbara; I mean stoned as in ‘he who is without sin cast the first stone’ stoned!”
“You me rocks thrown at me???”
“I’m afraid so. An overseer is on his way to get you prepared” Joan said with what seemed to be genuine sadness in her voice. Less than a half-hour later I am bound and being led from Joan’s lavish quarters.
As the sun rises over Scandals Resort Joan steps out on the small balcony with her Premium Ground Civet Slave Coffee and a Madame Wu. She watches Barb being led away and says “I fucking can’t wait to see that cunt stoned!”
She takes a sip of coffee and thinks ‘It’s not Eul’s, but I think Thessela is going to work out! I’ll have to thank Melissa for the bag and order more’.
Tree
…don’t ask me; I don’t know what is going on…
That was followed up with some sex- not like Siss and I would have!
I wonder what Siss is doing now?
(Siss is still on a cross with Messa in the harbor square –Ed.)
That is followed up with my evening whipping.
Early the next morning Joan shows me some unexpected tenderness. Oddly I feel uncomfortable being unbound in any way. She holds me gently and kisses me and says “The Supreme Commander of the IMA thinks it would be a good idea if you were stoned this evening. Have you ever been stoned, Barb?”
“I have had a Madame Wu from time to time but not really stoned, Mistress Joan” I reply naively.
“My poor slave Barbara; I mean stoned as in ‘he who is without sin cast the first stone’ stoned!”
“You me rocks thrown at me???”
“I’m afraid so. An overseer is on his way to get you prepared” Joan said with what seemed to be genuine sadness in her voice. Less than a half-hour later I am bound and being led from Joan’s lavish quarters.
As the sun rises over Scandals Resort Joan steps out on the small balcony with her Premium Ground Civet Slave Coffee and a Madame Wu. She watches Barb being led away and says “I fucking can’t wait to see that cunt stoned!”
She takes a sip of coffee and thinks ‘It’s not Eul’s, but I think Thessela is going to work out! I’ll have to thank Melissa for the bag and order more’.
Tree
…don’t ask me; I don’t know what is going on…
...it seems there could be more than one definition...View attachment 351369 I get the hair pull, but is that pat on my tight little really necessary ... arghhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I thought "stoned" is what Hippies did in the 60s ... all that psychedelic music, beads, and stuff
I'll get back to you when I know what the hell is going on...
Aha, the StonedForums comes alive!
It's a publishing opportunity, Wragg!!!Aha, the StonedForums comes alive!
Barb had wondered how her friend Siss’ night was going. You may recall Messa and Siss are hanging bound to crosses for 24 hours in the harbor square in the old town on Scandals Resort Island. Let us join them at 5 AM as the first hints of dawn turn the sky an inky blue-black. They have been crucified for 17 hours now…
“How much longer does this go on?” I groan.
Messa looks at the sky and almost cheerfully says “I think we get to stay here another six or seven hours.”
“I don’t think I can make that long!”
She laughs and says “Of course you can! Look at me; I’m fine! This is great training for when I take you with me on the 2016 Anjou Crux Tour™ and besides, Siss, you look beautiful!”
I look over at my mistress and say “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
-Siss
At the same time Thessela, the slave bought by Melissa and Julie, has already produced her first batch of civet slave coffee beans. She and her processing chamber are being cleaned to prepare to ramp up production.
You would think they would use hot water but Mel explained to me the ice cold water causes stomach cramping and that speeds up the bean processing. I guess they should know; how many years have they been doing this with Eul?
Tree
“How much longer does this go on?” I groan.
Messa looks at the sky and almost cheerfully says “I think we get to stay here another six or seven hours.”
“I don’t think I can make that long!”
She laughs and says “Of course you can! Look at me; I’m fine! This is great training for when I take you with me on the 2016 Anjou Crux Tour™ and besides, Siss, you look beautiful!”
I look over at my mistress and say “You really are enjoying this, aren’t you?”
-Siss
At the same time Thessela, the slave bought by Melissa and Julie, has already produced her first batch of civet slave coffee beans. She and her processing chamber are being cleaned to prepare to ramp up production.
You would think they would use hot water but Mel explained to me the ice cold water causes stomach cramping and that speeds up the bean processing. I guess they should know; how many years have they been doing this with Eul?
Tree
Translation : he is unable to get the image out of his mind?I 'may recall' ?
Are you serious?
This is Messa and Siss we're talking about!
Am I close?