Crux-Emperor Baracus X
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And chained,too,don't forget !!Naked and collared, no doubt. Would make an interesting manip.
And chained,too,don't forget !!Naked and collared, no doubt. Would make an interesting manip.
At least, you wouldn`t be hooded!Naked and collared, no doubt. Would make an interesting manip.
Tempt me, why don't you?Naked and collared, no doubt. Would make an interesting manip.
Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.Tempt me, why don't you?
LOVE it!!Public Floggings
A notice outside the gates of a local market in Khabadami simply read. “For the month of October the open air market will be open from 10.00 am until 6.00 pm. Commencing 2.00 pm there will be public whippings of white female law breakers taking place on the central entertainment stand. All are invited to attend and after their punishments the law breakers will be sold off as slaves. All monies raised will be donated to charity.”
Well it’s 2.00 pm and right on time the whippings have begun. It never takes long to round up a dozen or so white female tourists ignorant of the law regarding the length of skirts. Usuall no more than twenty ;ashes would be given then the girls would be hosed down, patched up and sold off in the ensuing auction. For a small extra fee the buyer could have their slave fitted with a pussy ring, chain and padlock.
I want one! (A pussy-ringed Barb, not a goat-farmer.)Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.
Ouch! I wonder whether I can get a refund from the tour company for the unused portion of my “exotic adventure” holiday package? I’m also wondering what the fuck there is to do for amusement on a goat farm? That old goat of a guy who purchased me doesn’t look long for this world. He’ll provably have a coronary the first time he tries anything with me, and I’ll be running the place.Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.
I don't suppose there will be ay any good pics of Barb doing her goat herding, eh?Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.
Goats, apparently? And I’m sure it’ll be quite amusing for the spectators as well.I’m also wondering what the fuck there is to do for amusement on a goat farm?
I thought I would leave that challenge for you.I don't suppose there will be ay any good pics of Barb doing her goat herding, eh?
She would have looked fantastic on the auction block. I would easily have outbid the goat farmer!Well I was tempted. Here's Barb shortly after being sold as a plaything for a lonely old goat farmer. No collar but a pussy ring fitted without as much as an aspirin. They breed them tough where she comes from.
Ummm ... hey, back there ... whatever your name ... take your time ... no hurry ... perhaps you need a break? ... go to the loo? ... pause for tea?Whoever has hold of the whip is just taking a little time out to figure out what to aim for next.
Heh ... Barb Moore would have messed that up too. Great post!Tracy And Alice (Pic hosted externally)
(Tracy on the left, Alice on the right.)
Two old school pals on a holiday in Khabadami and now on their way to the palace as slaves.
Alice. “Don’t look so glum Tracy. At least you got to keep your knickers on.”
Tracy. “Yeah..but that probably means they didn’t like the look of my pussy. I don’t think they reckoned much to my tits either. I'll probably end up cleaning the palace toilets while you get shagged senseless every night in a comfy bed.”
Alice. “You never know! Our luck might change. What is that in your hand?”
Tracy. “Some old guy just tossed it to me. Said it was a magic genie coin.”
Alice. “Here, let me have a look. I’ll just give it a rub.”
A magic genie appeared.
Genie. “Ladies, I hereby grant you one wish each.”
Alice. “Brilliant! I wish I was back home in Barnsley.”
Genie. “Your wish is granted.”..Poof!..Alice was gone. She was back at her favorite pub in Barnsley, naked but happily ordering a pint. She only had a sip or two when Whoosh..she was back in Khabadami.
Alice. “Tracy! What on earth are you doing still here? Didn’t you get your wish?”
Tracy. “ Yeah...I told the Genie I was lonely and wanted my friend back.”
Don't you just love Essex girls?Tracy. “ Yeah...I told the Genie I was lonely and wanted my friend back.”
Thanks! Just trying to lift the gloom in these miserable days.Heh ... Barb Moore would have messed that up too. Great post!