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Scandals' Resort
- Thread starter thehangingtree
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The calm before the storm…
Siss has made a miraculous recovery and is spending the afternoon making love to her mistress Messa. Thessela ‘rests’ in her civet pit adjacent to Eul’s as the two slaves digest yet another stomachs full of beans. Tash languishes uncomfortably but unmolested chained in the dark dank Scandals Resort dungeon. Christy, the young OPP student now Repertor’s, Old Slave’s, and Jollyrie’s slave is ‘enjoying’ a day off the slave rental market and stands arms bound overhead to a column on the veranda of the guest estate while the three menCHEAT EACH OTHER AT CARDS AND SWILL BOOZE enjoy tea and crumpets. Where she is bound Christy can see a woman buried waist-deep near a wall and wonder what that’s all about.
It’s only a half hour until sunset. Parts of the resort receive showers but where Barb stands there is none. The broken clouds and the nearby showers refract the late day sun and put an eerie light on Barb. She stares straight ahead.
I know sunset is around 6:30 this time of year. I watch groundskeepers set up tall portable light so I guess I’ve got another hour at least before this stoning happens. I’m not looking forward to it putting it mildly but I never thought being half buried could be such torture. The high water table has compacted about legs and feet so tight I cannot move my toes. Gritty dirt is packed in the cleft of my tight little and my pussy. The clouds start to break and it is a beautiful sunset. I am not in the mood to enjoy it. Joan Tree walks up the mound and says “It won’t be long now Barb. I’m so excited that I can hardly wait!”
I look to her and say “Fuck off, you cunt!”
What is she going to do; crucify me?
-Barb
At the Scandals Tree house Ulrika walks out onto the deck where Tree is polishing his ‘Raging Bull’ .50 caliber pistol. She sees two Glocks and nearly four dozen clips that hold 19 round each. Tree looks and sees her in a dress that looks more painted on than Jessica Rabbit’s (‘Who framed Roger Rabbit’) and covers less. Tree asks “Do you think it’s a good idea to go to the main resort?”
“Why not; do you know something I don’t?’ Ulrika asks.
Tree points the massive pistol towards the forest and looks through the sight. Ulrika marvels the old guy can lift the damn thing much less hold it steady. Tree says “There was one of those guerrilla girls over there earlier. Something is going down tonight.”
“Well why the hell didn’t you shoot her?” Ulrika demands.
“First, it ain’t my fight. Second if I missed she had an M16 and before I could bring the gun down for the second shot you’d still be cleaning my blood and guts off this deck.”
“What makes you think I would bother to?” she huffs as she pours a glass of wine…
Tree
…she didn’t mean that… really, she likes me…
Siss has made a miraculous recovery and is spending the afternoon making love to her mistress Messa. Thessela ‘rests’ in her civet pit adjacent to Eul’s as the two slaves digest yet another stomachs full of beans. Tash languishes uncomfortably but unmolested chained in the dark dank Scandals Resort dungeon. Christy, the young OPP student now Repertor’s, Old Slave’s, and Jollyrie’s slave is ‘enjoying’ a day off the slave rental market and stands arms bound overhead to a column on the veranda of the guest estate while the three men
It’s only a half hour until sunset. Parts of the resort receive showers but where Barb stands there is none. The broken clouds and the nearby showers refract the late day sun and put an eerie light on Barb. She stares straight ahead.
I know sunset is around 6:30 this time of year. I watch groundskeepers set up tall portable light so I guess I’ve got another hour at least before this stoning happens. I’m not looking forward to it putting it mildly but I never thought being half buried could be such torture. The high water table has compacted about legs and feet so tight I cannot move my toes. Gritty dirt is packed in the cleft of my tight little and my pussy. The clouds start to break and it is a beautiful sunset. I am not in the mood to enjoy it. Joan Tree walks up the mound and says “It won’t be long now Barb. I’m so excited that I can hardly wait!”
I look to her and say “Fuck off, you cunt!”
What is she going to do; crucify me?
-Barb
At the Scandals Tree house Ulrika walks out onto the deck where Tree is polishing his ‘Raging Bull’ .50 caliber pistol. She sees two Glocks and nearly four dozen clips that hold 19 round each. Tree looks and sees her in a dress that looks more painted on than Jessica Rabbit’s (‘Who framed Roger Rabbit’) and covers less. Tree asks “Do you think it’s a good idea to go to the main resort?”
“Why not; do you know something I don’t?’ Ulrika asks.
Tree points the massive pistol towards the forest and looks through the sight. Ulrika marvels the old guy can lift the damn thing much less hold it steady. Tree says “There was one of those guerrilla girls over there earlier. Something is going down tonight.”
“Well why the hell didn’t you shoot her?” Ulrika demands.
“First, it ain’t my fight. Second if I missed she had an M16 and before I could bring the gun down for the second shot you’d still be cleaning my blood and guts off this deck.”
“What makes you think I would bother to?” she huffs as she pours a glass of wine…
Tree
…she didn’t mean that… really, she likes me…
"Gritty dirt is packed in the cleft of my tight little and my pussy."
Oh dear!!!!
It's just a minor thing..."Gritty dirt is packed in the cleft of my tight little and my pussy."
Oh dear!!!!
Joan stretches out on her bed to rest before she watches her slave Barb stoned.
Her hand would slip under the lace and she moans “This is going to be a great night!”
Yes, but for whom???
Tree
Her hand would slip under the lace and she moans “This is going to be a great night!”
Yes, but for whom???
Tree
That Joan is what one calls a real piece of work.
8 PM
The last hint of dusk is gone. High-roller guests take their seats to either side of and slightly in front of Barb on the risers where rows of plush folding chairs with armrests and drink holders await them and topless waitresses with heavy chromed collars about their necks scurry to insure their drinks are never empty. The guests are finely attired in formal dresses and the men in evening jackets. Barb hears an usher assure one of the ladies that’s about her age that Barb’s blood won’t possibly splatter that far to which her escort, a much older man in a tuxedo, adds “What the hell difference does it make? You wear the damn things only one time anyway!”
At the Scandals Resort Tree house Tree watches on closed circuit TV with a drink in one hand, a Marlboro in the other and a pair of Glocks with long clips in his lap with a half dozen more Glocks with similar clips on his table along with a pair of MAC-10s and enough loaded clips for both type guns to melt the barrels off all of them.
Ulrika sulks out of the house, looks at the arsenal, as asks “Are you sure that’s enough?”
“It should be. Gunner, Bull, and their friends are in the hills above us. Sit down and watch the show.”
“I thought you didn’t care to see Barb stoned and it seems quite enough I don’t know why I couldn’t go watch” Ulrika sulks.
“You can’t go because Barb is not the show. Sit down and watch” Tree says as he light another cigarette. Ulrika grabs a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and flops into a chair next to Tree, obviously not happy with him.
On the TV in addition to the tall temporary light stands providing ambient light a spot light falls on an announce standing halfway between the pile of stones and the Barb. He bellows “Ladies and gentlemen, to my left behind the pile of stones are the slave overseers of Scandals Resort. (Another spotlight illuminates the men.) To my right is their target, the slave BARRRRBAAAARAAA MOOOOOORE!” ( A third spotlight come on shining on Barb. She squints in the bright light.
The announcer again booms “Let’s get ready to RRRRRUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLEEE!”
His spotlight goes out and he struts away. One overseer picks up a stone and plays it in his hand. Tree lights yet another cigarette and tops his glass with straight whisky saying “I think ‘rumble’ will be an understatement.”
Barb takes a deep breath and whispers “Oh, shit!”
Tree
The last hint of dusk is gone. High-roller guests take their seats to either side of and slightly in front of Barb on the risers where rows of plush folding chairs with armrests and drink holders await them and topless waitresses with heavy chromed collars about their necks scurry to insure their drinks are never empty. The guests are finely attired in formal dresses and the men in evening jackets. Barb hears an usher assure one of the ladies that’s about her age that Barb’s blood won’t possibly splatter that far to which her escort, a much older man in a tuxedo, adds “What the hell difference does it make? You wear the damn things only one time anyway!”
At the Scandals Resort Tree house Tree watches on closed circuit TV with a drink in one hand, a Marlboro in the other and a pair of Glocks with long clips in his lap with a half dozen more Glocks with similar clips on his table along with a pair of MAC-10s and enough loaded clips for both type guns to melt the barrels off all of them.
Ulrika sulks out of the house, looks at the arsenal, as asks “Are you sure that’s enough?”
“It should be. Gunner, Bull, and their friends are in the hills above us. Sit down and watch the show.”
“I thought you didn’t care to see Barb stoned and it seems quite enough I don’t know why I couldn’t go watch” Ulrika sulks.
“You can’t go because Barb is not the show. Sit down and watch” Tree says as he light another cigarette. Ulrika grabs a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and flops into a chair next to Tree, obviously not happy with him.
On the TV in addition to the tall temporary light stands providing ambient light a spot light falls on an announce standing halfway between the pile of stones and the Barb. He bellows “Ladies and gentlemen, to my left behind the pile of stones are the slave overseers of Scandals Resort. (Another spotlight illuminates the men.) To my right is their target, the slave BARRRRBAAAARAAA MOOOOOORE!” ( A third spotlight come on shining on Barb. She squints in the bright light.
The announcer again booms “Let’s get ready to RRRRRUUUUUMMMMBBBBLLLLEEE!”
His spotlight goes out and he struts away. One overseer picks up a stone and plays it in his hand. Tree lights yet another cigarette and tops his glass with straight whisky saying “I think ‘rumble’ will be an understatement.”
Barb takes a deep breath and whispers “Oh, shit!”
Tree
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High-roller guests take their seats to either side of and slightly in front of Barb on the risers where rows of plush folding chairs with armrests and drink holders await them and topless waitresses with heavy chromed collars about their necks scurry to insure their drinks are never empty. The guests are finely attired in formal dresses and the men in evening jackets. Barb hears an usher assure one of the ladies that’s about her age that Barb’s blood won’t possibly splatter that far to which her escort, a much older man in a tuxedo, adds “What the hell difference does it make? You wear the damn things only one time anyway!”
Geeeeze ... he is going through with it, and in front of that high society crowd too ... wonder what the $ take was?
Geeeeze ... he is going through with it, and in front of that high society crowd too ... wonder what the $ take was?
This madness must stop now...I will ride like the wind to free Barb again.
Thank you Jollyrei.Go Elfgirl!
I'll have to look back but I think you are already in chains at Scandals...
Just as thought... You may wish to 'ride like the wind to free Barb' but your reputation had preceded you and you are already held in chains!!!
http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/scandals-resort.5176/page-10#post-233770
Tree
OMG I have been auctioned off???????Elsewhere in Scandals Resort, Connie ponders her predicament wondering how she can save her friends after she has been auctioned and placed in chains.
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Barb is whipped 37 times that evening in the slave compound (her 15 plus two missed counts with ten more times for her second offense. Next time is 50 lashes and she hasn’t made it out of the second week of her nine month confinement!) for official disobedience before being lowered into a tank of icy salt water. Low voltage shocks race through the water and her body. Though she was completely submerged around twenty seconds her lungs burned when panic set in and she tries to breathe. I do hope she tries to behave.
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At the same time Siss is being horribly tortured by Messa.
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Back at the Reparation Farm Dorothy has worn out the Detroit Boys but fortunately Gunner and Bull came by…
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Tree
...lights out... fun day...
...fetched a big price at that!!!OMG I have been auctioned off???????
...and as well that the condition of sale requires the elfgirl warrior to always be in chains!!!
