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thehangingtree

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Barb Moore –Spy!!!

It 2053 and the IMF hunt for the witches throws an ever-widening net. Barb Moore knows she must wade into the dangerous game if she has a prayer to save any of her friends. She must infiltrate the secretive organization that is a bastion of moral corruption yet portrays itself as the savior of moral norms. Barb is sure they must be Republicans!!!

Some background here… Barb is a member of the illegal and equally secretive group PAWS (People Against Women’s Servitude) that seeks to undermine the rampant enslavement of women that has swept Amerika. In her time at the UVM she even wrote a thesis on the proper punishment of slaves including what means of execution should be attached to their crimes. She hated doing so as her paper was used to reintroduce crucifixion for slaves. But the doctorate she earned would give her deep and unfettered access to the IMF data base.

She is the perfect mole with imperfect managers. She had engineered the escape of more than a thousand slaves from a red state breeding and long pig farm in 2051, successfully getting them to a more slave-friendly blue state. The unintended consequence of the escape was the slaughter of hundreds of ‘free slave’- those that were not imprisoned and had accepted their roles as owned women. The legendary butcher Kathy Summers personally oversaw their executions.

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“Summers is going to do another mass execution next week” Sir Despard Wragg tells Barb. “It is in Northwest Arkansas. We need you to go there and find a way to save these women.”

“Alright” I say “but why am I the only one naked at these meetings?”

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Joan Tree says to me “I am a professional woman and as for Wragg do you REALLY want to see him naked?”

I must admit I find the thought revolting. I drive from my blue state towards NW Arkansas and see the sign on I-44 the says “Hill of 100 Crosses™ -Tree Estate”. I take Exit 264 and head southwest on Missouri Highway 109. Why do I feel like I have been here before?

I find the Tree estate and the gate opens before I press the intercom button. I drive the gravel drive for almost a mile before I pull up the log house. I hear Mott the Hoople playing on a cheap CD player and walk on to the deck. Tree points to the bar and I find an opened bottle of chilled red wine. I pour a glass and help myself to a Madame Wu. I sit across from Tree and say “You seemed to know I was coming.

“I write the thread” Tree replies. “It a good idea to know what is going on.”

“And who do you tell” I ask.

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“I don’t understand” Tree says.

“You know what I am doing. Who else does” I ask.

“I have no idea what you are talking about” Tree replies.

“I’m going to Northwest Arkansas. Half of it is your relatives. How damned am I going there?”

“No more than you were when you left your blue state” he tells me. “I don’t judge and I am not a rat. You do what you need to do but if you fuck up it will be your problem, not mine!”

-Barb

Tree
 
IMG_1676.JPG We'll, this is off to a great start. PAWS is sending me off to NW Arkansas (might as well be the moon:rolleyes:) on an undercover assignment (I have even been told By Wragg that I am good under the covers;)). I, of course, being naturally inquisitive, decided to ask why my pre-assignment briefing had to be in the nude even though I knew it wasn't worth asking. This is a Tree story after all.:confused:

IMG_1677.JPG Luckily, though, it is a Tree story because that means that there is sure to be a diversion before I fuck up and get myself in real trouble. What better place for that than the Tree Deck ... where I can unwind, let my hair down, go topless and guzzle his wine while I dream up excuses for not going to bed with him (I know him) and clever ruses for fanagling him into letting me borrow his Mustang and credit card. I am a bit worried though. He seems to talk in riddles and circles whenever I quiz him about how much he knows about my secret assignment. There is more to this than he is telling. I can tell. It's like reading the fine print.;)
 
View attachment 518815 We'll, this off to a great start. PAWS is sending me off to NW Arkansas (might as well be the moon:rolleyes:) on an undercover assignment (I have even been told By Wragg that I am good under the covers;)). I, of course, being naturally inquisitive, decided to ask why my pre-assignment briefing had to be in the nude even though I knew it wasn't worth asking. This is a Tree story after all.:confused:

View attachment 518816 Luckily, though, it is a Tree story because that means that there is sure to be a diversion before I fuck up and get myself in real trouble. What better place for that than the Tree Deck ... where I can unwind, let my hair down, go topless and guzzle his wine while I dream up excuses for not going to bed with him (I know him) and clever ruses for fanagling him into letting me borrow his Mustang and credit card. I am a bit worried though. He seems to talk in riddles and circles whenever I quizz him about how much he knows about my secret assignment. There is more to this than he is telling. I can tell. It's like reading the fine print.;)
Barb is most clever in getting things from Tree... She is always discrete...
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But what happens in the wild of Arkansas in Yell County near Dardanelle could be a whole different story...
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I worry about her...
 
The next morning Barb gets ready to leave the Tree estate. Tree offers her his Mustang but she says “My car blends in a bit better. I could use some cash so they can’t track my credit cards.”

Tree tosses me a roll of twenty dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band. He tells me it is around a thousand dollars. I tell him I will pay him back. He tells me not to get caught. I’m smarter than that. I take old US Highway 71 and cross the border from Missouri and Northwest Arkansas. I am surprised how pretty the area is. I stop outside Bella Vista and talk with a Benton County sheriff. I give him my card. He reads it aloud. “Dr. Barbara Moore PhD. Professor of Studies of the Judicial Punishment of Women… The University of Virgin Martyrs, Twin Cities, Blue State”

“Well, Doctor Moore, what brings a Yankee liberal lass like you to NW Arkansas” he asks.

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“I have learned there is fine establishment that uses many of the methods I have studied and was hoping to further my research” I explain.

“I know where it is” He says. “You’ll never find on your own. I’ll be happy to take you there if you like.”

“You are most kind” I say. “Should I follow you in my car?”

“No I’ll take you there in mine” he says. “Climb in and get out of the heat.”

Alarm bells should have been going off but I get in the passenger seat. The air conditioning makes my nipples tumescent and I wish I had a bra on under my shirt. He drives around behind a building, stops, and tells me to get out. This seems bizarre but he has the gun and the nightstick. He gets out and walks around the car and says “Strip!”

“WHAT?”

“How is it that the smartest women don’t understand a simple order? Take your clothes off NOW!” he says as he places his hand on the butt of his pistol. I figure it is best to do what this redneck wants.

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I am stark naked in NW Arkansas and he orders me to face the wall. He cuffs my wrists behind...

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...my back then puts me in the back seat of his car. He drive back to my car and rummages through my belongings, returning with the rubber banded wad of cash that Tree gave me and a zip-lock freezer bag full of pot.


“Looks to me like the Yankee doctor is running drugs” he says as he blindfolds me.

“You planted that” I protest.

“Let the court decide” he laughs. “This should make your research a bit more personal!”

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I think I am heavily screwed!

-Barb Moore

Tree
 
He drives for well more than an hour. I catch a bit of his radio chatter… “he caught me… the ‘package’ is on her way…” I don’t think I like NW Arkansas!

Blindfolded, I have no idea where he is taking me. The last past of the drive is up a long gravel road. The car stops. I hear him get out. He walks to the nearest me, opens it, and says “Put those long legs out here with your ankles together.”

Heavy shackles are locked around them. He helps me stand, pulls the blindfold off, and points a grass path leading up a hill. “Be a good girl Doctor Moore and walk up that path.”

More than somewhat surprised I ask “You aren’t going to rape me?”

Less than happy he says “I am a man of the law, a member of the Church of the Gooey Death and Discount House of Worship, married to the same woman for 37 years with four children and 11 grandchildren! How dare you ask that?”

I look back at him and realize I am losing allies faster than I am making them.

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At the top of the hill I find what looks like a ruin.

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Some woman in a maid’s outfit leads me in. She says “Dr. Moore, you cannot believe how excited I am to meet you.”

“How do you know who I am” I ask.

“Oh I have read all your papers! You are a legend in this part of the country” she says. “Now come on, Dr. Moore, the doctor is waiting to see you.”

The maid leads me to the infirmary where the ‘doctor’ gropes my breasts and speaking into a microphone says “Note the subject Barbara Moore has a fine rack with hard nipples.”

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“They are breasts and my nipples are ‘tumescent’. Are you really a doctor” I ask.

He doesn’t bother to answer instead signals his assistances to mount me on a gynecological chair. They leave me there saying they will be back after lunch. I have no expectations of being offered a menu.

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After a while… don’t ask me how long… I am subjected to a rather rude exam and cavity search. I still don’t think he’s a doctor! After more hours I am released from the chair and am escorted deep into the bowels of the place. I wonder if Tree turned me in…

-Barb Moore

Tree
 
The next morning Barb gets ready to leave the Tree estate. Tree offers her his Mustang but she says “My car blends in a bit better. I could use some cash so they can’t track my credit cards.”

Tree tosses me a roll of twenty dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band. He tells me it is around a thousand dollars. I tell him I will pay him back. He tells me not to get caught. I’m smarter than that. I take old US Highway 71 and cross the border from Missouri and Northwest Arkansas. I am surprised how pretty the area is. I stop outside Bella Vista and talk with a Benton County sheriff. I give him my card. He reads it aloud. “Dr. Barbara Moore PhD. Professor of Studies of the Judicial Punishment of Women… The University of Virgin Martyrs, Twin Cities, Blue State”

“Well, Doctor Moore, what brings a Yankee liberal lass like you to NW Arkansas” he asks.

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“I have learned there is fine establishment that uses many of the methods I have studied and was hoping to further my research” I explain.

“I know where it is” He says. “You’ll never find on your own. I’ll be happy to take you there if you like.”

“You are most kind” I say. “Should I follow you in my car?”

“No I’ll take you there in mine” he says. “Climb in and get out of the heat.”

Alarm bells should have been going off but I get in the passenger seat. The air conditioning makes my nipples tumescent and I wish I had a bra on under my shirt. He drives around behind a building, stops, and tells me to get out. This seems bizarre but he has the gun and the nightstick. He gets out and walks around the car and says “Strip!”

“WHAT?”

“How is it that the smartest women don’t understand a simple order? Take your clothes off NOW!” he says as he places his hand on the butt of his pistol. I figure it is best to do what this redneck wants.

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I am stark naked in NW Arkansas and he orders me to face the wall. He cuffs my wrists behind...

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...my back then puts me in the back seat of his car. He drive back to my car and rummages through my belongings, returning with the rubber banded wad of cash that Tree gave me and a zip-lock freezer bag full of pot.


“Looks to me like the Yankee doctor is running drugs” he says as he blindfolds me.

“You planted that” I protest.

“Let the court decide” he laughs. “This should make your research a bit more personal!”

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I think I am heavily screwed!

-Barb Moore

Tree

IMG_1707.GIF Stop staring you red-necked prick! :mad:

IMG_1708.JPG Apparently that wasn't the right thing to say :confused:

IMG_1709.JPG Was I set up? :eek:
 
In trouble already/again! :eek: Presenting yourself as a 'doctor' in NW Arkansas is enough to draw suspicion on you!:doh:

She really does have the qualifications. Do you doubt her?
She even has a mortar board.

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I arrive many stories below ground. Before me stands the IMF’s Director of Inquisition Joan Tree. I sneer at her saying “What is this about? You were a student of mine!”

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“Indeed I was and you were a great resource. But Dr. Moore you are not the only one that can infiltrate and organization. I believe you know of the organization known as ‘PAWS’.”

“Of course I do! What does that have to do with me” I demand somewhat unconvincingly.

“Dr. Moore I do not doubt your intelligence and would appreciate if you would respect mine” Joan Tree replies. “We have broken two of your operatives. I can give them… and you… a quick dance from a noose if you confess.”

It is not a smart move but I demand “Did your brother sell me out?”

“You stupid cunt; if you told him it is Saturday the son of a bitch might ask ‘what was yesterday?’ He may be a fucking idiot but he wouldn’t turn on you. The damn drunk probably doesn’t remember who the fuck you are” Director Tree says. “Now Dr. Moore, do you wish to make it easy on yourself? Confess now that you are a PAWS operative and you will be hanged swiftly.”

“I will not confess anything to the IMF!”

“Oh, I think you will. This is your last chance if you want to get off with a quick hanging” Joan Tree says to me.

“I am not confessing so do your best” I yell defiantly.

“Ms. Moore, I always do. Do know what this is?”

She holds up a black shaft with copper wires wound about it.

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I honestly don’t know what it is but I don’t think it is going to be pleasant for me. She tells the guards to chain me to a wall with my arms spread above head and my legs are strapped holding my feet about two feet apart resting on a metal plate. I watch Joan attach a cable to one end of the shaft. She squats down and pressed the other end into my anus. I wince as she pushes almost a foot into my bowels and say “Damn, couldn’t you have lubricated the damn thing.”

“Oh please Moore this is for my pleasure, not yours” she scolds. She pinches my clit then walks out of the cell and closes the metal door. Over a cheap speaker she asks “Have you figured it out yet, Moore?”

I have and try to push shaft from my bum with no success. I don’t answer her and she says “Are you not talking to me?”

I shake my hair of my face and with my head held high I say “Do what you m… AUGH!!!!”

Fuck she just shocked my tight little! The shocks come in random interval and duration. Besides the literal pain in my ass the current runs down my legs to the metal plate I am standing on and they are getting weak!

-Barb Moore

Joan Tree turns to assistant and says “This cunt will confess before the hour is out.”

Barb jerks again with the next shock.
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I am sweating from the warmth of the room and from staining against my bonds. Over the tinny speaker Joan asks if I want to confess to espionage and subversive behavior. I gasp “Never!”

I am shocked again- this much longer in duration- and I think I have pulled muscles in my arms and legs. I look down between my breasts and see a puddle of my piss and wonder when I did that. The shocks keep coming and I am getting weak. Joan’s voice comes over the speaker and says to me “If we keep this up you are going to need a colostomy. Just end you suffering and confess.”

I whimper “I can’t… I won’t…”

“Suit yourself” she says as I writhe in pain with the next long shock that seems to never end. After a few more shocks I smell burnt flesh I cry “I’ll confess! Just stop it!”

Outside Barb’s cell they have been monitoring everything Barb says. Joan triumphantly says “I told you she wouldn’t make hour. She broke in 39 minutes.”

“Should we get her now?”

“No, let the bitch suffer until forty-five minutes” Joan says. “I want to be sure she will confess. What’s six more minutes?”

I am screaming and moaning in pain when Joan’s voice comes over the speaker. Ms. Moore, are you ready to stop this insanity?”

“Yes, god yes, I give up” I cry. The bitch shocks me again.

“I don’t want you to give up, Moore. I want you to confess to espionage and subversive behavior” she replies.

“Stop it! I confess! Please don’t hurt me anymore” I cry.

The shocks stop. The steel door opens and guards enter. They jerk the shaft from my tight little and I pass out from the pain. When I come to I find my ankles freed and I stand in that puddle of my pee. My tight little has been filled with a fat plug but it doesn’t hurt like the shaft did.

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(The plug, while filling, has been generously lubricated with Polly Perkins Crucifixion Cream™ which Barb finds soothing.)

I’m brought to Joan Tree with my wrists cuffed behind my back. Joan grabs my hair and says “Listen, cunt, you said you will confess. If you don’t sign the papers you will go back in that cell. Do you understand?”
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“I’ll sign. Don’t hurt me anymore” I plea. I sign the papers knowin I have signed my death warrant. I ask “What happens now?”

Joan looks up at me and says “You get to be sentenced. The IMF is only the enforcement arm of the IMA (Imperial Moral Authority). You will be brought to the religious court where I hope they sentence you to something befitting your crimes.”

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“I’m sure they will” I reply.

-Barb Moore

Tree
 
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