BARB BEHIND BARS
Hi everyone, time for another Barb and Stan adventure yarn!
This time illustrations are open to anyone who wishes to post a manip.
I've used my rudimentary new found skills to do the first one for chapter 1, but would love to see others offer manips for subsequent chapters. If they work, we can incorporate them in the archive version.
Chapter 1.
“And this one is for using the remote to flip channels in the middle of Seinfeld!” hissed Stan as the loud smack of the whip across the quivering flesh of my tight little echoed off the walls of our basement play dungeon.
“Seven,” I winced, shifting my position and twisting a little as I hung by my wrists from the low overhead beam that stretched across the center of the room.
(manip by Barbaria)
“And this one is for tying my shoe laces together when I was dozing on the sofa ... I could have seriously hurt myself!”
“Eight!” I gasped, throwing my head back and blinking tears from my eyes.
“Two more, Barb!”
“Can’t we quit at eight? The last couple really hurt!”
“And this one is for the time you ...”
“Stan! Your phone is ringing! Answer it!”
“Not until I ....”
“Answer it! I’ll still be here! I need a break!”
“Ok, ok! Two more, though. We agreed on ten tonight.”
“Yeah ... Yeah ... Geeze!”
“Goldman here .... what? ... oh, Reggie, what a surprise! ... what’s up? Hmmmmm. You’re kidding! No Shit? Crap! Why that little no good bastard! Ok, ok! Thanks for the heads up.”
“What was that all about?”
“It was Reggie from down at the precinct.”
“Yeah, I gathered that much ...”
“Well he called to tip us off.”
“Tip us off about what?”
“Seems the county sheriff is on his way out here as we speak to take you into custody, Barb.”
“What for? They can’t do that. I haven't done anything wrong. Well maybe I've double parked a few times, but that's nothing ..."
“Yeah, but remember that little trick you pulled a couple months ago when you decided to investigate that missing girl ... the one those Russian mobsters nabbed because she looked like you? You talked that sleazy little colleague of ours ... Jack Davis ... the one who was always trying to get in the elevator alone with you ... into letting you have access to the NYPD database. And then you went and stood him up when he thought you were going to hook up with him at a bar? He thought he was going to get a sweet little reward ... namely your tight little ass. And ... well ...”
“Yeah. So?”
“Well, Jack’s been talking to the local county cops, and to get even he’s gotten them to charge you with unlawful breach of police data."
"But that happened in the City! Why is it a local issue?"
"Because the Russian white slave trade operation was operating out of that old house out here in the county, remember?"
"Ok, but I still think it's nothing. No big deal! It worked, right?"
Apparently what you did is a felony, according to Reggie. Could mean jail time if you're tried and convicted."
"Nonsense, I highly doubt it, Stan."
"In any case, they’ll be here soon, Barb. They’re going to take you in for questioning.”
“It’ll never stick, Stan. Jake's as guilty as I am. He gave me access, after all. And besides, the fact that I cracked the case has got to count for something. Those Russians are behind bars thanks to me.”
“Yeah, that may be true, but it was a stupid thing to do Barb. You nearly got me killed, and if things hadn’t worked out, some Saudi prince would probably be screwing you right now or, knowing you, more likely whipping your bare ass rather than me.”
“Well, that didn’t happen did it? But if the county sheriff and his deputies are on there way here now, you’d better get me down so I can get dressed. We wouldn’t want them to burst in and see me hanging here naked and covered with whip marks, would we?”
“No, but we agreed on ten.”
“Oh, come on Stan. Have a heart! Let me go!”
“And this one is for the time you ...”
Hi everyone, time for another Barb and Stan adventure yarn!
This time illustrations are open to anyone who wishes to post a manip.
I've used my rudimentary new found skills to do the first one for chapter 1, but would love to see others offer manips for subsequent chapters. If they work, we can incorporate them in the archive version.
Chapter 1.
“And this one is for using the remote to flip channels in the middle of Seinfeld!” hissed Stan as the loud smack of the whip across the quivering flesh of my tight little echoed off the walls of our basement play dungeon.
“Seven,” I winced, shifting my position and twisting a little as I hung by my wrists from the low overhead beam that stretched across the center of the room.
(manip by Barbaria) “And this one is for tying my shoe laces together when I was dozing on the sofa ... I could have seriously hurt myself!”
“Eight!” I gasped, throwing my head back and blinking tears from my eyes.
“Two more, Barb!”
“Can’t we quit at eight? The last couple really hurt!”
“And this one is for the time you ...”
“Stan! Your phone is ringing! Answer it!”
“Not until I ....”
“Answer it! I’ll still be here! I need a break!”
“Ok, ok! Two more, though. We agreed on ten tonight.”
“Yeah ... Yeah ... Geeze!”
“Goldman here .... what? ... oh, Reggie, what a surprise! ... what’s up? Hmmmmm. You’re kidding! No Shit? Crap! Why that little no good bastard! Ok, ok! Thanks for the heads up.”
“What was that all about?”
“It was Reggie from down at the precinct.”
“Yeah, I gathered that much ...”
“Well he called to tip us off.”
“Tip us off about what?”
“Seems the county sheriff is on his way out here as we speak to take you into custody, Barb.”
“What for? They can’t do that. I haven't done anything wrong. Well maybe I've double parked a few times, but that's nothing ..."
“Yeah, but remember that little trick you pulled a couple months ago when you decided to investigate that missing girl ... the one those Russian mobsters nabbed because she looked like you? You talked that sleazy little colleague of ours ... Jack Davis ... the one who was always trying to get in the elevator alone with you ... into letting you have access to the NYPD database. And then you went and stood him up when he thought you were going to hook up with him at a bar? He thought he was going to get a sweet little reward ... namely your tight little ass. And ... well ...”
“Yeah. So?”
“Well, Jack’s been talking to the local county cops, and to get even he’s gotten them to charge you with unlawful breach of police data."
"But that happened in the City! Why is it a local issue?"
"Because the Russian white slave trade operation was operating out of that old house out here in the county, remember?"
"Ok, but I still think it's nothing. No big deal! It worked, right?"
Apparently what you did is a felony, according to Reggie. Could mean jail time if you're tried and convicted."
"Nonsense, I highly doubt it, Stan."
"In any case, they’ll be here soon, Barb. They’re going to take you in for questioning.”
“It’ll never stick, Stan. Jake's as guilty as I am. He gave me access, after all. And besides, the fact that I cracked the case has got to count for something. Those Russians are behind bars thanks to me.”
“Yeah, that may be true, but it was a stupid thing to do Barb. You nearly got me killed, and if things hadn’t worked out, some Saudi prince would probably be screwing you right now or, knowing you, more likely whipping your bare ass rather than me.”
“Well, that didn’t happen did it? But if the county sheriff and his deputies are on there way here now, you’d better get me down so I can get dressed. We wouldn’t want them to burst in and see me hanging here naked and covered with whip marks, would we?”
“No, but we agreed on ten.”
“Oh, come on Stan. Have a heart! Let me go!”
“And this one is for the time you ...”
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