Praefectus Praetorio
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University Dean? Physician to Girl's sports team? Women's Prison Doc?Wow. Hope he doesn’t grow up to be a President, Hollywood mogul, Corporate exec or anything like that!
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Friday Night Barb
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Migoz2
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Very touching. Nicely done. A moment of respite in a harrowing story. But I wonder what the next Friday night will bring.....
twonines
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Whatever it is, its likely to be painful and/or humiliating for Barb and described in graphic detail !!
Praefectus Praetorio
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Thursday 1st March
Thursday evening, her mom tried to talk to Barb. She couldn’t help but notice that her usually cheerful and feisty older daughter was very pensive and subdued.
“What’s up, Barbie? Something bothering you?” She asked as Barb helped set the table for dinner.
The unexpected question caught Barb up short. How much she wanted to turn to her mom for help and advice now! She looked at her mom and almost started to confess to what was happening. Then the sight of Jack, the evil cop, flashed before her along with his threat to hurt and kill her mother! God! Barb just couldn’t expose her loved ones to that evil man!
“No, Mom. Just working to make friends at school, you know. But it’s going better!” The lie hurt. “I’m fine,” That word again! No!! she wanted to scream. I’m not fine!!
Thursday evening, her mom tried to talk to Barb. She couldn’t help but notice that her usually cheerful and feisty older daughter was very pensive and subdued.
“What’s up, Barbie? Something bothering you?” She asked as Barb helped set the table for dinner.
The unexpected question caught Barb up short. How much she wanted to turn to her mom for help and advice now! She looked at her mom and almost started to confess to what was happening. Then the sight of Jack, the evil cop, flashed before her along with his threat to hurt and kill her mother! God! Barb just couldn’t expose her loved ones to that evil man!
“No, Mom. Just working to make friends at school, you know. But it’s going better!” The lie hurt. “I’m fine,” That word again! No!! she wanted to scream. I’m not fine!!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
It's Friday. Given the title of this Thread/Story it shouldn't be surprising that today's entry will be large and consequential. As your author has poured through the voluminous entries in a certain teenager's overwrought and very explicit diary, it has been difficult to pare it down to a readable narrative. Apparently, this Friday night, nineteen years ago, was very impactful on her then and since. Although, as with last week, I will break it into several posts, it appears too long for a single night. Therefore, it is possible that it will overflow into tomorrow morning.
Be prepared. And those concerned and sympathetic to Barbara's fate might just consider skipping it altogether and returning for Monday's update.
Be prepared. And those concerned and sympathetic to Barbara's fate might just consider skipping it altogether and returning for Monday's update.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Friday, 2nd of March, 2001
Friday in school was like a walking in a dream in a place where you were not present. She seemed to be an observer viewing it all from the outside. She saw the ‘popular’ girls talking among themselves and flirting with the handsome boys. Barb has disliked the populars, the cheerleaders ,etc., for several years. She never wanted to be them. So conceited! So condescending! But today, facing another night being a sex toy for the police, Barb wished with all her might to be just a High School girl, even a popular.
Friday in school was like a walking in a dream in a place where you were not present. She seemed to be an observer viewing it all from the outside. She saw the ‘popular’ girls talking among themselves and flirting with the handsome boys. Barb has disliked the populars, the cheerleaders ,etc., for several years. She never wanted to be them. So conceited! So condescending! But today, facing another night being a sex toy for the police, Barb wished with all her might to be just a High School girl, even a popular.
Migoz2
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I'm tough. I will handle it. No matter how depraved , cruel, heartless, debauched, humiliating, demeaning, soul-destroying, life-changing, and downright nasty the things I have to read, I will somehow struggle through them. I will survive......
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Friday evening came much too soon for Barb.
She had refused to look in the bag at what Jack had given her. It would be bad enough when she put it on. No reason to picture it for days.
Another family dinner, another need to lie to her parents. Her stomach hurt!
When she broached the idea of going again to the Mall with “friends," the reception was far more accepting than the week before.
“You have certainly made a commendable effort to renew our trust, Barbara,” said her dad. “I believe that such fine behavior should be recognized. As a consequence, your curfew could be extended to 11:30.” He wanted to get his opinion in before his wife made, as always, the final decision.
“Yes, Barbie,” said her mother. “It's OK with me, but we can’t drive you. Your Dad and I are going to that lecture on at the university tonight, “Hegel and German Teleology”. Can one of your friends pick you up?”
No! thought Barb! Oh shit, how can I get there?
“I could drive Barbie,” suggested David. The other five looked at him, surprised. It was rare for him to speak up at the table and even rarer for him to volunteer to help his sisters.
Catching their looks, he quickly explained, “Really, it’s OK. I’ve got some errands to run. I want to see about some new drawing software. And I want to help our Barbie.” He made the last sentence quite condescending.
Barb, having outgrown and now hating the nickname, gave Dave a dirty look. But she was thankful for the offer, which her parents endorsed.
She had refused to look in the bag at what Jack had given her. It would be bad enough when she put it on. No reason to picture it for days.
Another family dinner, another need to lie to her parents. Her stomach hurt!
When she broached the idea of going again to the Mall with “friends," the reception was far more accepting than the week before.
“You have certainly made a commendable effort to renew our trust, Barbara,” said her dad. “I believe that such fine behavior should be recognized. As a consequence, your curfew could be extended to 11:30.” He wanted to get his opinion in before his wife made, as always, the final decision.
“Yes, Barbie,” said her mother. “It's OK with me, but we can’t drive you. Your Dad and I are going to that lecture on at the university tonight, “Hegel and German Teleology”. Can one of your friends pick you up?”
No! thought Barb! Oh shit, how can I get there?
“I could drive Barbie,” suggested David. The other five looked at him, surprised. It was rare for him to speak up at the table and even rarer for him to volunteer to help his sisters.
Catching their looks, he quickly explained, “Really, it’s OK. I’ve got some errands to run. I want to see about some new drawing software. And I want to help our Barbie.” He made the last sentence quite condescending.
Barb, having outgrown and now hating the nickname, gave Dave a dirty look. But she was thankful for the offer, which her parents endorsed.
Well can you blame me for being likened to stupid fashion doll with boobs.
It's demeaning, to say the least.
twonines
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You are certainly not stupid and your boobs are a very attractive feature, so cheer up.Well can you blame me for being likened to stupid fashion doll with boobs.
It's demeaning, to say the least.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Later that evening, in the car with Dave, driving to the Mall, Barb thanked him for the ride (though the degree of thanks clearly included some for him standing up for her at school).
“Glad to help my favorite sister,” Dave said.
They pulled up to the Mall entrance and stopped. As Barb gathered up her things, Dave said, “You know you can come to me anytime, Sis. I mean it!” With that he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Barb blushed again and stammered something like, “Yes, of course, Dave,” as she hurried out of the car. Questions in her mind about what had just happened faded almost immediately as she entered the Mall to prepare for another forced rendezvous and probably more sex.
“Glad to help my favorite sister,” Dave said.
They pulled up to the Mall entrance and stopped. As Barb gathered up her things, Dave said, “You know you can come to me anytime, Sis. I mean it!” With that he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Barb blushed again and stammered something like, “Yes, of course, Dave,” as she hurried out of the car. Questions in her mind about what had just happened faded almost immediately as she entered the Mall to prepare for another forced rendezvous and probably more sex.
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Migoz2
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You mean these fine upstanding members of the town's finest are going to do more than help Barb understand civil responsibility?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
In a stall in the Ladies room, Barb quickly stripped to her undies and took out the clothes from the bag Jack had given her. Oh my God! It was so humiliating. It was a school girl outfit; or more precisely, some sick lecher’s idea of a school girl’s outfit. A white, oxford shirt, cropped short with only two low buttons and a tie tail. A plaid mini-skirt only about ten inches long, white socks and black Mary Janes. Underwear was included: a tiny, sheer bra and a sheer string panty. The outfit was ridiculously revealing and totally degrading!
Barbara thanked her luck that it was cool tonight and she’d brought a light overcoat to wear. She pulled the outfit on and covered it with her coat. Even then she was ashamed. She looked at her phone and she had no time to waste, so she packed up and hurried out the Mall toward the police station, her stomach cramping painfully as she went.
The same officer was at the desk as last week. He recognized her immediately and flashed a disgusting lustful grin.
“Well, if it isn’t Barbie Moore! That long coat seems a bit much. Why don’t you show me what’s under it?”
Barbara rebelled at the idea of this desk clerk getting to ogle her too. “No, I won’t, you pervert. Just tell me where to find the sergeant.”
“Well then. Calling me names. Maybe I’ll just wait a while before telling you where to go. You could be very late. Sergeant Jones and Jack might be very angry and punish you severely. I'm in no hurry.” He just stared at the teen with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Oh my God, thought Barb. I can’t let this happen. Sighing in defeat, she undid the coat and opened it to display her outfit to the leering man.
“Good Evening Little Schoolgirl,” he sneered, looking her body up and down lustfully and giving a rude whistle. “Can I come home with you?”
“Of course not!” Barb replied. “Please just tell me where to go, before I get in trouble.”
“In that outfit, you are sure to get in trouble, Miss Moore. That door on the left. Go to the end of the hall and knock.”
Barbara pulled the coat back around her and hurried down the hall.
Barbara thanked her luck that it was cool tonight and she’d brought a light overcoat to wear. She pulled the outfit on and covered it with her coat. Even then she was ashamed. She looked at her phone and she had no time to waste, so she packed up and hurried out the Mall toward the police station, her stomach cramping painfully as she went.
The same officer was at the desk as last week. He recognized her immediately and flashed a disgusting lustful grin.
“Well, if it isn’t Barbie Moore! That long coat seems a bit much. Why don’t you show me what’s under it?”
Barbara rebelled at the idea of this desk clerk getting to ogle her too. “No, I won’t, you pervert. Just tell me where to find the sergeant.”
“Well then. Calling me names. Maybe I’ll just wait a while before telling you where to go. You could be very late. Sergeant Jones and Jack might be very angry and punish you severely. I'm in no hurry.” He just stared at the teen with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Oh my God, thought Barb. I can’t let this happen. Sighing in defeat, she undid the coat and opened it to display her outfit to the leering man.
“Good Evening Little Schoolgirl,” he sneered, looking her body up and down lustfully and giving a rude whistle. “Can I come home with you?”
“Of course not!” Barb replied. “Please just tell me where to go, before I get in trouble.”
“In that outfit, you are sure to get in trouble, Miss Moore. That door on the left. Go to the end of the hall and knock.”
Barbara pulled the coat back around her and hurried down the hall.
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Praefectus Praetorio
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It was the same room as last week. Jack, Sergeant Jones and the Captain were sitting around the table drinking beer. When Barb entered, they all looked at her as if they had already seen her naked. And, of course, they had!
“Shuck off the coat and show us what you, got, slut.” said Jack.
Barb did so and was greeted by wolf-whistles. Why they hell do men think that rude sound is a compliment, she asked in her mind?
“We’s has a slightly different job for you tonight, bitch,” said the Captain, slurring his words like the week before. He must already have been drinking, she thought. “You’re going to be a fashion model!”
“I’d rather not, sir,” Barb demurred.
“Not up to you, Barbie” snapped Jones. “You do what your told or you and your family get hurt. Is that clear?’
“Yes,” said Barb softly, nodding her head.
“Les’ go,” said the Captain, rising unsteadily to his feet. The three men hustled Barb through a low door in the wall leading to a dark hall. Jack bolted the door behind them. After a few yards, they went down a long flight of stairs. Stone steps and peeling plaster gave an impression of age. At the bottom was a heavy barred door with a rusted, hand lettered sign overhead. It read, “Cells for Damned Yankees.”
Jones took out a large ring of keys and unlocked the door with a big bolt key.
As they passed through into a dim and even older passageway, Jones explained.
“The police station was built on top of the county jail, built in the 1820’s. Most people don’t even remember this is here. We won’t be disturbed”
“Shuck off the coat and show us what you, got, slut.” said Jack.
Barb did so and was greeted by wolf-whistles. Why they hell do men think that rude sound is a compliment, she asked in her mind?
“We’s has a slightly different job for you tonight, bitch,” said the Captain, slurring his words like the week before. He must already have been drinking, she thought. “You’re going to be a fashion model!”
“I’d rather not, sir,” Barb demurred.
“Not up to you, Barbie” snapped Jones. “You do what your told or you and your family get hurt. Is that clear?’
“Yes,” said Barb softly, nodding her head.
“Les’ go,” said the Captain, rising unsteadily to his feet. The three men hustled Barb through a low door in the wall leading to a dark hall. Jack bolted the door behind them. After a few yards, they went down a long flight of stairs. Stone steps and peeling plaster gave an impression of age. At the bottom was a heavy barred door with a rusted, hand lettered sign overhead. It read, “Cells for Damned Yankees.”
Jones took out a large ring of keys and unlocked the door with a big bolt key.
As they passed through into a dim and even older passageway, Jones explained.
“The police station was built on top of the county jail, built in the 1820’s. Most people don’t even remember this is here. We won’t be disturbed”
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Barb looked around the foreboding space and shivered.
“During the War between the States, there were a lot of damn Yankee sympathizers here in Eastern Tennessee. The Confederates rounded them up and stuffed them down here to rot. They say not one in ten survived the starvation, disease and beatings.” Barb almost cried with panic.
They turned into a side corridor which seemed to have been somewhat renovated with paint and modern lighting.
“Here we are, cupcakes,” said Jones cheerfully. “This is where you’ll become a high fashion model!” In front of them was a barred jail cell with several photo light stands illuminating it brightly. An old-fashioned wooden student’s desk and portable blackboard was set in front of the bars.
“You see, slut,” explained Jack, “We are part of an underground Police magazine. “Good Girls gone Bad!” We trade pictures of interesting suspects.
“Oh no,” pleaded Barb, “You can’t give them pictures of me!”
“We won’t…if you behave. We’ll just take them for the three of us to enjoy. But if you cross us, not only will your family be hurt, but we will distribute the picture to our friends, on the internet, and at your school.”
Barb cried as she bit her hand. Was there no end to the evil that these men had planned for her?
“During the War between the States, there were a lot of damn Yankee sympathizers here in Eastern Tennessee. The Confederates rounded them up and stuffed them down here to rot. They say not one in ten survived the starvation, disease and beatings.” Barb almost cried with panic.
They turned into a side corridor which seemed to have been somewhat renovated with paint and modern lighting.
“Here we are, cupcakes,” said Jones cheerfully. “This is where you’ll become a high fashion model!” In front of them was a barred jail cell with several photo light stands illuminating it brightly. An old-fashioned wooden student’s desk and portable blackboard was set in front of the bars.
“You see, slut,” explained Jack, “We are part of an underground Police magazine. “Good Girls gone Bad!” We trade pictures of interesting suspects.
“Oh no,” pleaded Barb, “You can’t give them pictures of me!”
“We won’t…if you behave. We’ll just take them for the three of us to enjoy. But if you cross us, not only will your family be hurt, but we will distribute the picture to our friends, on the internet, and at your school.”
Barb cried as she bit her hand. Was there no end to the evil that these men had planned for her?
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“Oh no,” pleaded Barb, “You can’t give them pictures of me!”
Well, if they let me keep my clothes on, it just might be ok.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Maybe...
“You ready to behave, bitch?” said Jack, pounding his big right fist into his left palm. The hard thud made Barb flinch.
“Yes sir,” she whimpered.
“Ok, let’s get this going,” said the sergeant. He seemed to be the one with experience here and quickly arranged everyone. Barb sat at the desk, Jack took up a digital camera with a big lens and the Captain worked a digital movie camera.
With Jones directing, and the other two snapping and filming, Barb began to act the schoolgirl slut role. First, he had her smile invitingly and run her tongue out and over her lips. Then stick out her chest and use her hands to cup her breasts upward. Next, she got up and bent over the desk as if looking for her pencil while sticking her tight little ass at the cameras. Jones had her stand that way and pull up her skirt to reveal her sheer panties.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Maybe not...
Then Jones got down to serious business, requiring Barb to begin stripping: slowly unbuttoning her blouse and peeling it off her arms, lowering the zipper on the skirt while rotating her hips seductively, and then pushing it down over her flared hips and onto the floor. Standing in almost transparently sheer bra and panties, he had her assume increasing provocative than outright obscene poses. All the time, the electronic “snick” of the digital camera told Barb that her humiliation was being captured in high-definition. The cat calls and groans of the captain with the video camera, confirmed that a full action movie was also being created.
While Jones insisted she smile and act sexy and receptive, Barbara couldn’t prevent tears running down her cheeks. Performing sex had been horrible, but to pose obscenely like some porn actress seemed even worse. The High School girl was sure that this was the worst thing that could ever happen to her in her life.