Reparation Day

[Dorothy Brown]

Wearing that little black dress you were mistaken for a street walker Barbaria
and you know yourself it was a size too small so now expect the usual for
a female in this group sex and more sex, why do you think i joined, and just
be thankful you are not being crucified again, but hang on, why is Mr Tree
buying planks of wood . if i were you i would get back to the breeding farm
and quick.

 

[Barbaria1]

Wearing that little black dress you were mistaken for a street walker Barbaria
and you know yourself it was a size too small so now expect the usual for
a female in this group sex and more sex, why do you think i joined, and just
be thankful you are not being crucified again, but hang on, why is Mr Tree
buying planks of wood . if i were you i would get back to the breeding farm
and quick.

YIKES

 

[Jollyrei]

Well, it does solve the immediate problem of what you were going to do next. Take the good with the bad.

 

[Dorothy Brown]

Three Well Heeled Ladies are taking afternoon tea at Betty`s Cafe In Harrogate.
You have to be well heeled to go to Betty`s Cafe In Harrogate.
Small talk, girlie talk what these three ladies have in common is their husbands
are all racing car enthusiasts but as always it get`s round to sex, the gobby
woman is in there right away, My Husband Is like a Jaguar, Swift,Fast And
Get In There Boy,girl it`s your birthday. Second Woman not to be outdone
says , Mine Is Like A Rolls Royce, strong smooth action and he makes it last .
Third Lady now looking very uncomfortable finally whispers, Mine Is Like
A Veteran Car, Only Comes Out Once A Year And Then It Has To Be
Started By Hand .

Everybody Say AAHHHHHH .

 

[thehangingtree]

This seems like ‘déjà vu all over again’. I am stripped and led into the prisoner induction room.



Everywhere I look there are cameras monitoring my every move. I never heard of the brand ‘RR’ that every camera has on it. I am weighed, measured from the base of my skull to the floor, then the circumference of my neck, before my ‘mug shots’ were taken.



This is not looking promising at all. I keep asking what this is all about and I am told I will find out soon enough. True to their word I am brought to a courtroom and in placed on the defense stand- really a cage. At least my attorney is not Thaddeus Hangus Tree. On the down side my attorney is The Hanging Tree…

He leans against the bars and says “Hi, Barb, I hate to tell you but you are so fucked. By the way when did your tits get so big?”

“Goddammit Tree, I just had a kid and I am still lactating!” I hiss.

“REALLY” Tree asks as the Bailiff Ulrika announces “All rise for the fair and just Honorable Judge Admi!”

He sweeps into the room and takes his place behind his bench. He reads some notes and looks up at me. He puts his glasses on and asks “Barbara Moore?”

“Yes” I reply.

He looks down at my registration pictures from when I was eighteen then looks back at me and says “Miss Moore, your tits look bigger.”

Exasperated I reply “I am still lactating! Would you tell me what this is about?”

“You are Professor Barbara Moore” Judge Admi asks.

“I am” I reply.

“How long have you been freed from Gunner’s Reparation Farm?”

“I don’t know, three weeks maybe… perhaps four” I say.

“Do you remember when I sent you to the farm” Judge Admi asks me.

“It never left my mind for the last five years. But what does this have to do with me now?” I demand.

Judge Admi leans forward and said “You were sentenced to hang and I generously reduced your sentence to five years at a reparation farm but you had to report to the court upon your release.”

“I didn’t know that” I protest.

“It is in my sentencing decry… in the fine print. Did you not read it all?” the judge asks me.

“I was never shown it, much less even having the chance to read the BIG print” I scream!

“Tree, please explain to your client to show a modicum of respect to this court” Judge Admi admonishes.

I flip him off…


“Not good form” Tree mutters.

“Like I give a shit” I hiss.

-Barb

Tree

 

[thehangingtree]

I forget how many flights of stairs I am led down. I am walked to past rows of cells where some how they already know after the five years I spent at Gunner’s Reparation Farm I am to be hanged. The women mock me and berate my tits as ‘udders’. It has been five years since I have had any control of my own body. So what if my tits are full.


I am condemned to hang on two counts. The first is ‘failing to appear’ which even if I never read the ‘small print’ I wasn’t given the chance to even look. The other charge was I five children out of wedlock! My idiot lawyer didn’t even point out I was sentenced to do so!

This jail is so weird. I have to earn my next meal.



I suppose you think ‘why would she do that that if she is condemned to hang’.

Even a condemned woman always hopes to live. I have to eat and if the guard demands his cock sucked so I can eat it is going to happen! Yeah I know the ‘RR’ cameras are watching!

I live in a small cell, maybe 5 feet by 10. It is cool and damp. Water oozes from the walls and mold grows thick on the walls and EVERTHING I do is watched. This is so demeaning…



-Barb

Tree

 

[Barbaria1]

This seems like ‘déjà vu all over again’. I am stripped and led into the prisoner induction room.

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Everywhere I look there are cameras monitoring my every move. I never heard of the brand ‘RR’ that every camera has on it. I am weighed, measured from the base of my skull to the floor, then the circumference of my neck, before my ‘mug shots’ were taken.

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This is not looking promising at all. I keep asking what this is all about and I am told I will find out soon enough. True to their word I am brought to a courtroom and in placed on the defense stand- really a cage. At least my attorney is not Thaddeus Hangus Tree. On the down side my attorney is The Hanging Tree…

He leans against the bars and says “Hi, Barb, I hate to tell you but you are so fucked. By the way when did your tits get so big?”

“Goddammit Tree, I just had a kid and I am still lactating!” I hiss.

“REALLY” Tree asks as the Bailiff Ulrika announces “All rise for the fair and just Honorable Judge Admi!”

He sweeps into the room and takes his place behind his bench. He reads some notes and looks up at me. He puts his glasses on and asks “Barbara Moore?”

“Yes” I reply.

He looks down at my registration pictures from when I was eighteen then looks back at me and says “Miss Moore, your tits look bigger.”

Exasperated I reply “I am still lactating! Would you tell me what this is about?”

“You are Professor Barbara Moore” Judge Admi asks.

“I am” I reply.

“How long have you been freed from Gunner’s Reparation Farm?”

“I don’t know, three weeks maybe… perhaps four” I say.

“Do you remember when I sent you to the farm” Judge Admi asks me.

“It never left my mind for the last five years. But what does this have to do with me now?” I demand.

Judge Admi leans forward and said “You were sentenced to hang and I generously reduced your sentence to five years at a reparation farm but you had to report to the court upon your release.”

“I didn’t know that” I protest.

“It is in my sentencing decry… in the fine print. Did you not read it all?” the judge asks me.

“I was never shown it, much less even having the chance to read the BIG print” I scream!

“Tree, please explain to your client to show a modicum of respect to this court” Judge Admi admonishes.

I flip him off…
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“Not good form” Tree mutters.

“Like I give a shit” I hiss.

-Barb

Tree

Now, that's what I call dialogue...great writing Tree!!

I won't comment on the content other than to flip him another bird.

 

[Barbaria1]

I forget how many flights of stairs I am led down. I am walked to past rows of cells where some how they already know after the five years I spent at Gunner’s Reparation Farm I am to be hanged. The women mock me and berate my tits as ‘udders’. It has been five years since I have had any control of my own body. So what if my tits are full.
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I am condemned to hang on two counts. The first is ‘failing to appear’ which even if I never read the ‘small print’ I wasn’t given the chance to even look. The other charge was I five children out of wedlock! My idiot lawyer didn’t even point out I was sentenced to do so!

This jail is so weird. I have to earn my next meal.

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I suppose you think ‘why would she do that that if she is condemned to hang’.

Even a condemned woman always hopes to live. I have to eat and if the guard demands his cock sucked so I can eat it is going to happen! Yeah I know the ‘RR’ cameras are watching!

I live in a small cell, maybe 5 feet by 10. It is cool and damp. Water oozes from the walls and mold grows thick on the walls and EVERTHING I do is watched. This is so demeaning…

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-Barb

Tree

Failure to read the small print and hiring idiot lawyers .... one would think that after living 32 years and earning a Ph.D. that I would learn to compensate for these small failings ... well, not in a Tree thread!

 

[thehangingtree]

Now, that's what I call dialogue...great writing Tree!!

View attachment 268463 I won't comment on the content other than to flip him another bird.

Failure to read the small print and hiring idiot lawyers .... one would think that after living 32 years and earning a Ph.D. that I would learn to compensate for these small failings ... well, not in a Tree thread!

Thanks about the writing...

I cannot help my writing... I don't type with my dick... Just two fingers...

Goodnight, my friends...

Tree

 

[Barbaria1]

Thanks about the writing...

I cannot help my writing... I don't type with my dick... Just two fingers...

Goodnight, my friends...

Tree

Goodnight Tree

 

[thehangingtree]

View attachment 268465 Goodnight Tree

G'night , Barb

 

[thehangingtree]

It is strange to live with a dead sentence hanging over your head. In the court of Crux Forum there is no appeal so I know on Monday, August 31, a rope will be put around my neck and I will be hanged. I’m not sure why they wait that long. I come back from my daily hour trip to the ‘exercise yard’.


I am put back in my cell when I hear a familiar voice say “Hi, Barb, how are you doing?”

I look across the corridor and ask “Dorothy, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I was sentenced to hang for having 5 children out of wedlock and obstructing the flow of traffic” she replies.



“How could that happen?” I ask. “You are always speeding.”

“I thought I was doing the speed limit but I was looking at the blue numbers and they read kilometers per hour. So I was doing only 43 mph in a 70 mph zone and caused a massive pile-up!”

“When are you going to be hanged” I ask.

“Monday, August 3rd.”

“I never understood why the keep us alive at all when we are damned to die” I say.

“Really, Barb? First of all hangings are done the first Monday after the full moon.”

“But why wait? Not that I want to die but why feed me for a month when they could get rid of me today?” I ask.

“Two reasons, Barb” Dorothy explains. “First of all have you not heard of Judge Admi turning into the ‘Admicock’?”

I had heard about that but I ask “But if there is a full moon July 31 why am I not being hanged with you?”

“Oh, Barb, you really don’t get it! Are you still making milk?” Dorothy asked.

“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Barb, you don’t know your milk is even more valuable than Eulalia’s Premium Grind Slave-Bard Civet Coffee?”

“What are you saying” I demand. “They are going to milk me?”

“You are getting the picture sweetie. That’s what they have been doing to me for the last month! I’d have been hanged weeks ago if these babies weren’t making milk” Dorothy laughed.

“But if you are still making milk why hang you now?”

“The more milk they get the more the price goes down” she replied.

“Oh, Dorothy, you can’t be serious!”

“Yep after I am hanged you will be on the milking machine until they pop your neck!”

This really sucks…

-Barb

Tree

 

[Dorothy Brown]

It is strange to live with a dead sentence hanging over your head. In the court of Crux Forum there is no appeal so I know on Monday, August 31, a rope will be put around my neck and I will be hanged. I’m not sure why they wait that long. I come back from my daily hour trip to the ‘exercise yard’.
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I am put back in my cell when I hear a familiar voice say “Hi, Barb, how are you doing?”

I look across the corridor and ask “Dorothy, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I was sentenced to hang for having 5 children out of wedlock and obstructing the flow of traffic” she replies.

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“How could that happen?” I ask. “You are always speeding.”

“I thought I was doing the speed limit but I was looking at the blue numbers and they read kilometers per hour. So I was doing only 43 mph in a 70 mph zone and caused a massive pile-up!”

“When are you going to be hanged” I ask.

“Monday, August 3rd.”

“I never understood why the keep us alive at all when we are damned to die” I say.

“Really, Barb? First of all hangings are done the first Monday after the full moon.”

“But why wait? Not that I want to die but why feed me for a month when they could get rid of me today?” I ask.

“Two reasons, Barb” Dorothy explains. “First of all have you not heard of Judge Admi turning into the ‘Admicock’?”

I had heard about that but I ask “But if there is a full moon July 31 why am I not being hanged with you?”

“Oh, Barb, you really don’t get it! Are you still making milk?” Dorothy asked.

“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Barb, you don’t know your milk is even more valuable than Eulalia’s Premium Grind Slave-Bard Civet Coffee?”

“What are you saying” I demand. “They are going to milk me?”

“You are getting the picture sweetie. That’s what they have been doing to me for the last month! I’d have been hanged weeks ago if these babies weren’t making milk” Dorothy laughed.

“But if you are still making milk why hang you now?”

“The more milk they get the more the price goes down” she replied.

“Oh, Dorothy, you can’t be serious!”

“Yep after I am hanged you will be on the milking machine until they pop your neck!”

This really sucks…

-Barb

Tree

Dark Princess Is Going To Love You Mr Tree

 

[admihoek]

Dark Princess Is Going To Love You Mr Tree

that's why she is called Dark....................Princess

 

[Barbaria1]

It is strange to live with a dead sentence hanging over your head. In the court of Crux Forum there is no appeal so I know on Monday, August 31, a rope will be put around my neck and I will be hanged. I’m not sure why they wait that long. I come back from my daily hour trip to the ‘exercise yard’.
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I am put back in my cell when I hear a familiar voice say “Hi, Barb, how are you doing?”

I look across the corridor and ask “Dorothy, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I was sentenced to hang for having 5 children out of wedlock and obstructing the flow of traffic” she replies.

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“How could that happen?” I ask. “You are always speeding.”

“I thought I was doing the speed limit but I was looking at the blue numbers and they read kilometers per hour. So I was doing only 43 mph in a 70 mph zone and caused a massive pile-up!”

“When are you going to be hanged” I ask.

“Monday, August 3rd.”

“I never understood why the keep us alive at all when we are damned to die” I say.

“Really, Barb? First of all hangings are done the first Monday after the full moon.”

“But why wait? Not that I want to die but why feed me for a month when they could get rid of me today?” I ask.

“Two reasons, Barb” Dorothy explains. “First of all have you not heard of Judge Admi turning into the ‘Admicock’?”

I had heard about that but I ask “But if there is a full moon July 31 why am I not being hanged with you?”

“Oh, Barb, you really don’t get it! Are you still making milk?” Dorothy asked.

“Yeah, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Barb, you don’t know your milk is even more valuable than Eulalia’s Premium Grind Slave-Bard Civet Coffee?”

“What are you saying” I demand. “They are going to milk me?”

“You are getting the picture sweetie. That’s what they have been doing to me for the last month! I’d have been hanged weeks ago if these babies weren’t making milk” Dorothy laughed.

“But if you are still making milk why hang you now?”

“The more milk they get the more the price goes down” she replied.

“Oh, Dorothy, you can’t be serious!”

“Yep after I am hanged you will be on the milking machine until they pop your neck!”

This really sucks…

-Barb

Tree

This really really sucks! (Nice dialogue Tree ... glad I have you to voice all my questions and complaints for me....I think you have gotten to know me to well )

 

[Wragg]

I look across the corridor and ask “Dorothy, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I was sentenced to hang for .......obstructing the flow of traffic” she replies.


Tree

Gosh, if that were the case....



...there'd be a few less caravanners around!

Sorry Off-topic post

 

[thehangingtree]

July 31st arrives and Dorothy was granted a last request; a conjugal visit by the boys from Detroit.



It would also constitute her last ‘meal’. While the boys worked to keep up with the horny English tart- no small task even if there were nine of them working in three man rotations!

While final preparations for Dorothy’s hanging was going the other prisoners were assembled in the exercise yard. Between the lined-up prisoners and the gallows from which Dorothy would soon be hanged is a wood structure with manacles dangling from it and shackles lying in the dirt between the uprights. Of all the prisoners the only two not in the yard was Dorothy and Barb but Barb would soon be brought out wearing her ‘dress blues’ smock as the rest of the prisoners wore.

She was led to the structure… well, let her tell it…

The cuffs binding my wrists are painfully tighter than they need be to secure them behind my back. I am let to the small structure and after my ankles are locked in the shackles the cuffs are removed and my wrists raised and locked in the manacles. The irons almost burn my wrists and ankles as the irons have been in the sun all day. The matrons waste no time cutting and tearing away my dingy ‘dress blues’!

WHIP 104

In the late afternoon sun and the stifling humidity my now naked body is streaked with sweat rolling down my dust-covered body. I add to the soiled earth between my feet as four men approach me. Most recognizable are Judge Admi and Warden Wragg. But I recognize both the whips and accents of the other two- mymartinet and Primus Pilus. Every seemed to be in jovial mood except yours truly! Loose stool squirts from my ass and my piss trickles down my thighs with their obvious intentions in hand.

As they approach me Judge Admi says “Whip her all you want but don’t damage her udders.”



Primus pulled out a regal purple silk scarf and blindfolds me.


“MY UDDERS??? They aren’t even ‘tits’ anymore” I yell. Warden Wragg pulls out a handkerchief, blew his nose in it, wiped my ass with it, and then squeezed my jaw open and stuffed the filthy cloth into my mouth. It took all I could do not to puke!

Now I am stretched in irons, sweating like the sow I have been for the last five years, and I can’t see a goddamn thing. They look me over, touch me, and talk about me like I am a lifeless piñata, which it occurs to me to them that is all I am.

Primus asks “As much as we like without hitting her udders?”

“As much as you like without hitting her udders” Judge Admi replies before adding “as long as she lives long enough to be hanged!”

‘Fucking great’ I think. Primus and mymartinet exchange bets on who would deliver the last whip without me passing out. My day just gets better as it goes along. It is probably still better than Dorothy’s where empty noose swings lazily from the gallows waiting for her neck
-Barb

Tree

 

[Barbaria1]

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July 31st arrives and Dorothy was granted a last request; a conjugal visit by the boys from Detroit.

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It would also constitute her last ‘meal’. While the boys worked to keep up with the horny English tart- no small task even if there were nine of them working in three man rotations!

While final preparations for Dorothy’s hanging was going the other prisoners were assembled in the exercise yard. Between the lined-up prisoners and the gallows from which Dorothy would soon be hanged is a wood structure with manacles dangling from it and shackles lying in the dirt between the uprights. Of all the prisoners the only two not in the yard was Dorothy and Barb but Barb would soon be brought out wearing her ‘dress blues’ smock as the rest of the prisoners wore.

She was led to the structure… well, let her tell it…

The cuffs binding my wrists are painfully tighter than they need be to secure them behind my back. I am let to the small structure and after my ankles are locked in the shackles the cuffs are removed and my wrists raised and locked in the manacles. The irons almost burn my wrists and ankles as the irons have been in the sun all day. The matrons waste no time cutting and tearing away my dingy ‘dress blues’!

WHIP 104

In the late afternoon sun and the stifling humidity my now naked body is streaked with sweat rolling down my dust-covered body. I add to the soiled earth between my feet as four men approach me. Most recognizable are Judge Admi and Warden Wragg. But I recognize both the whips and accents of the other two- mymartinet and Primus Pilus. Every seemed to be in jovial mood except yours truly! Loose stool squirts from my ass and my piss trickles down my thighs with their obvious intentions in hand.

As they approach me Judge Admi says “Whip her all you want but don’t damage her udders.”

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Primus pulled out a regal purple silk scarf and blindfolds me.
View attachment 269068

“MY UDDERS??? They aren’t even ‘tits’ anymore” I yell. Warden Wragg pulls out a handkerchief, blew his nose in it, wiped my ass with it, and then squeezed my jaw open and stuffed the filthy cloth into my mouth. It took all I could do not to puke!

Now I am stretched in irons, sweating like the sow I have been for the last five years, and I can’t see a goddamn thing. They look me over, touch me, and talk about me like I am a lifeless piñata, which it occurs to me to them that is all I am.

Primus asks “As much as we like without hitting her udders?”

“As much as you like without hitting her udders” Judge Admi replies before adding “as long as she lives long enough to be hanged!”

‘Fucking great’ I think. Primus and mymartinet exchange bets on who would deliver the last whip without me passing out. My day just gets better as it goes along. It is probably still better than Dorothy’s where empty noose swings lazily from the gallows waiting for her neck
-Barb

Tree

Tree, this segment is nothing short of udder humiliation .... loose stool and trickling piss? Geeze!!! And that doesn't include Admi's filthy snot rag stuffed in my mouth after he wipes my tight little. Enough of this .... bring on the noose!

 

[thehangingtree]

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. As I hang from wrists locked in the manacles inspect my body deciding where they will flog me. Sir Wragg admonishes them that time is wasting. I really don’t mind!

I wonder what Dorothy is doing but quickly forget about her as mymartinet and Primus take turns whipping me. Bored with the foul cloth muffling my cries Warden Wragg orders a guard to pull it from my mouth. I am left blindfolded though so I cannot see when or where the strike will come from. They toy with me using a variety of whips, casually discussing the benefits and downside of each one to stripe my flesh. They do not whip me as hard as the can. Neither wanted to be the one to strike me last before I pass out but they are hardly being gentle!

The only ‘break’ I get is they have been told not to strike my breasts- udders as they call them. To some degree it is true. I am still lactating and they are full and swollen. As I jerk with each blow they feel like two ten pound sacks swinging on my chest!



At some point Judge Admi orders them to both to use bull whips and pick up the pace as it is almost ‘happy hour’. I don’t know how many blows I took. I didn’t try to count and would have lost track as pain from the flagellation joins with my strained limbs that have tugged against the irons as I thrash! I don’t know how many before I can take no more. My knees buckle, my chin falls towards my chest, and as I hang from my wrists darkness over takes me…

There was no effort to revive Barb. Primus grudging paid mymartinet the dollar he lost in the bet when Barb passed out after his strike. Then in a rare loss of composure he delivers a dozen lashes across and up and down Barb’s back. Her body moves from the force of the blows but she does not feel them when delivered. She will know later they were done to her!

Tree

 

[Barbaria1]

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. As I hang from wrists locked in the manacles inspect my body deciding where they will flog me. Sir Wragg admonishes them that time is wasting. I really don’t mind!

I wonder what Dorothy is doing but quickly forget about her as mymartinet and Primus take turns whipping me. Bored with the foul cloth muffling my cries Warden Wragg orders a guard to pull it from my mouth. I am left blindfolded though so I cannot see when or where the strike will come from. They toy with me using a variety of whips, casually discussing the benefits and downside of each one to stripe my flesh. They do not whip me as hard as the can. Neither wanted to be the one to strike me last before I pass out but they are hardly being gentle!

The only ‘break’ I get is they have been told not to strike my breasts- udders as they call them. To some degree it is true. I am still lactating and they are full and swollen. As I jerk with each blow they feel like two ten pound sacks swinging on my chest!

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At some point Judge Admi orders them to both to use bull whips and pick up the pace as it is almost ‘happy hour’. I don’t know how many blows I took. I didn’t try to count and would have lost track as pain from the flagellation joins with my strained limbs that have tugged against the irons as I thrash! I don’t know how many before I can take no more. My knees buckle, my chin falls towards my chest, and as I hang from my wrists darkness over takes me…

There was no effort to revive Barb. Primus grudging paid mymartinet the dollar he lost in the bet when Barb passed out after his strike. Then in a rare loss of composure he delivers a dozen lashes across and up and down Barb’s back. Her body moves from the force of the blows but she does not feel them when delivered. She will know later they were done to her!

Tree

Bullwhips???? Owwww .... thankful to have passed out .... you mean, they only bet a lousy dollar? ... what an insult