LittleSiss
Sorceress
I see what you did there!!! I will be more careful next time.
Lucky ole Wragg.....
OK, Barb's thread is getting stretched fairly thin (she says being the one who has done most of it) so maybe we should slow this fun down a bit.
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8 Prinz-albrechts-strasse
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OK, Barb's thread is getting stretched fairly thin (she says being the one who has done most of it) so maybe we should slow this fun down a bit.
I see what you did there!!! I will be more careful next time.
OK, Barb's thread is getting stretched fairly thin (she says being the one who has done most of it) so maybe we should slow this fun down a bit.
If there's one thing I've learned about this site, it's that you have to get used to people playing about like kids on your thread....I suspect Barb's possibly figured that out by now, but you're right, Siss, I'll be good
W
Do you think that the french habitants of Oradour-sur-Glane were looking at the color of the Deuch soldiers 'uniforms ?
Exceedingly good point, Messa
This is not a thread to muck about on. I stand chastised.
W
Oh, dont care of that, it was just a remark to say that the little details were not important in the Barb'poem ...
It's not a "historical poem" but a "soul'poem" ...
BARB ! I
you!
She always writes straight from her soul
I'll add some
W
LittleSiss
Sorceress
I see what you did there!!! I will be more careful next time.
OK, Barb's thread is getting stretched fairly thin (she says being the one who has done most of it) so maybe we should slow this fun down a bit.
...yes as the Rodent is overheating observing these posts...
T
8 Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse (part 2)
Full name please
“You already know it”
Full name please,
he unsmilingly repeats
Corpulent man,
in ill-fitting uniform,
glares at me from,
behind his typewriter
“Alright …Hahn, Barbara”
Date of birth?
“17 June 1914”
Thirty years old then?
“Good at math then?”
Insolence will get you nowhere.
Street address?
“24 Dresdener-Strasse”
Remove your clothing?
“What?”
You heard me,
do it now!
Heart racing,
I hesitate, glancing around
he nods meaningfully,
to his silent henchmen
Now, fraulein, do it,
or they will gladly,
do it for you,
Reluctantly I obey
Open my blouse,
slip it from,
my shoulders,
set it aside
Cries and screams,
from down the corridor,
what kind of hell,
am I entering?
Under watchful gaze,
I loosen my skirt,
slide it over my hips,
and let it drop
Stepping out,
feeling cold and exposed,
I wrap my arms,
tightly ‘round myself
Continue please fraulein,
he orders impatiently,
I look at him blankly,
then comply very slowly
Reaching behind my back,
I undo my bra,
press it briefly to my chest,
before letting it drop
I hear the sucking in,
of his henchman’s breath,
their eye’s glued lustily,
to my bared breasts
“Happy?” I ask,
putting on a brave front,
Continue, he replies,
eyes moving downward
With a sigh of resignation,
my thumbs loop under the band,
my panties slide down,
and fall to my ankles
Hopping on one foot,
then the other,
I step out,
then kick away
Hesitate a moment,
then bend down,
my nylon hose
from garter belt to release
Stop there! he commands,
That’s enough,
where you are going,
they will enjoy seeing you in those.
Ripping paper from
his typing machine,
he reaches in,
his desk drawer
Withdraws a metal disc,
imprinted with a number,
You are prisoner 684,
he officiously intones
While I stand trembling,
With one hand over my breasts,
the other covering the triangle,
of my exposed womanhood
He steps around me,
and with leather cord,
affixes around my neck,
my identifying disc
One last thing,
and we are done here,
extend your wrists,
‘cuffs snapped on.
Nodding to his henchman,
with a smugly satisfied look,
Take her away to cell 14,
and leave her there to think
Nakedly hustled,
down the corridor,
my heels clicking absurdly,
on the concrete floor
Past rows of cells,
their occupants,
moaning and groaning,
bile rising in my throat
Keys rattle on ring
inserted in lock,
door swings open,
shoved inside.
Nose assaulted,
with foul stale smell,
of human excrement,
urine,vomit, and fear
Gray painted walls
smeared and stained,
a bare light bulb,
from ceiling hangs
Backed up against a wall,
arms over head,
cuffed wrists,
to an iron ring fixed
Stepping back to survey,
my helplessness and nakedness,
my handlers grin wolfishly,
their eyes roving up and down
Over my bare upturned breasts,
nipples tight and standing high,
down the slope of my tummy,
to the curly patch of hair on my mound
Leave her Hansi,
don’t even think it,
warns one to the other,
Our orders are to leave her
The interrogators,
will be here soon,
it’s their job, not ours,
to loosen her tongue
Lucky bastards have all the fun,
she’s soft and vulnerable,
they’ll crack her easily,
too bad we can’t watch
The cell door slams shut,
receding footsteps,
frightened and shivering,
I face the unknown
TO BE CONTINUED
Barbaria, 2014
Full name please
“You already know it”
Full name please,
he unsmilingly repeats
Corpulent man,
in ill-fitting uniform,
glares at me from,
behind his typewriter
“Alright …Hahn, Barbara”
Date of birth?
“17 June 1914”
Thirty years old then?
“Good at math then?”
Insolence will get you nowhere.
Street address?
“24 Dresdener-Strasse”
Remove your clothing?
“What?”
You heard me,
do it now!
Heart racing,
I hesitate, glancing around
he nods meaningfully,
to his silent henchmen
Now, fraulein, do it,
or they will gladly,
do it for you,
Reluctantly I obey
Open my blouse,
slip it from,
my shoulders,
set it aside
Cries and screams,
from down the corridor,
what kind of hell,
am I entering?
Under watchful gaze,
I loosen my skirt,
slide it over my hips,
and let it drop
Stepping out,
feeling cold and exposed,
I wrap my arms,
tightly ‘round myself
Continue please fraulein,
he orders impatiently,
I look at him blankly,
then comply very slowly
Reaching behind my back,
I undo my bra,
press it briefly to my chest,
before letting it drop
I hear the sucking in,
of his henchman’s breath,
their eye’s glued lustily,
to my bared breasts
“Happy?” I ask,
putting on a brave front,
Continue, he replies,
eyes moving downward
With a sigh of resignation,
my thumbs loop under the band,
my panties slide down,
and fall to my ankles
Hopping on one foot,
then the other,
I step out,
then kick away
Hesitate a moment,
then bend down,
my nylon hose
from garter belt to release
Stop there! he commands,
That’s enough,
where you are going,
they will enjoy seeing you in those.
Ripping paper from
his typing machine,
he reaches in,
his desk drawer
Withdraws a metal disc,
imprinted with a number,
You are prisoner 684,
he officiously intones
While I stand trembling,
With one hand over my breasts,
the other covering the triangle,
of my exposed womanhood
He steps around me,
and with leather cord,
affixes around my neck,
my identifying disc
One last thing,
and we are done here,
extend your wrists,
‘cuffs snapped on.
Nodding to his henchman,
with a smugly satisfied look,
Take her away to cell 14,
and leave her there to think
Nakedly hustled,
down the corridor,
my heels clicking absurdly,
on the concrete floor
Past rows of cells,
their occupants,
moaning and groaning,
bile rising in my throat
Keys rattle on ring
inserted in lock,
door swings open,
shoved inside.
Nose assaulted,
with foul stale smell,
of human excrement,
urine,vomit, and fear
Gray painted walls
smeared and stained,
a bare light bulb,
from ceiling hangs
Backed up against a wall,
arms over head,
cuffed wrists,
to an iron ring fixed
Stepping back to survey,
my helplessness and nakedness,
my handlers grin wolfishly,
their eyes roving up and down
Over my bare upturned breasts,
nipples tight and standing high,
down the slope of my tummy,
to the curly patch of hair on my mound
Leave her Hansi,
don’t even think it,
warns one to the other,
Our orders are to leave her
The interrogators,
will be here soon,
it’s their job, not ours,
to loosen her tongue
Lucky bastards have all the fun,
she’s soft and vulnerable,
they’ll crack her easily,
too bad we can’t watch
The cell door slams shut,
receding footsteps,
frightened and shivering,
I face the unknown
TO BE CONTINUED
Barbaria, 2014
P
Pia
Guest
Intense... Wow!
and you enjoy those brutes instead................................ cruel girlieOh Barb, what a description ! We imagine ....you....nude.....in front of .......these males ......
If I could, I should take your place to save you !
messaline
Crucified Amazon
and you enjoy those brutes instead................................ cruel girlie
Obviously, it will be pleasant to know the following .....
Are their names Bull and Gunner or Jane and Joan???
tree
tree
Oh Barb, what a description ! We imagine ....you....nude.....in front of .......these males ......
If I could, I should take your place to save you !
Are their names Bull and Gunner or Jane and Joan???
tree
Thanks everyone
More to come.
Thanks everyone
appearing soon.............................as we expect from all our qualified slave-bards
appearing soon.............................as we expect from all our qualified slave-bards
Yes, coming later tonite