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WARNING - Like all my other works, you can expect absolutely
anything from this series. You can also expect it to be
frequently updated. Due to the fact it takes me quite some time
to complete my larger, multi-volume works, by keeping up regular
submissions in this series I intend to keep my account's heart
beating.

Just so you know what to expect, it is a tale about a mother who
has obtained a high status in the FBI and is greatly respected by
the American conservative society. So what horrors will she face
upon bringing a perverted Aspergers son into the world? Read and
find out.

Introduction

Morieda Fieldsing turned up promptly at seven for work. The FBI
required all its members make such an early arrival, requirement
for a constant source of employees being behind it. Not once
could a station anywhere in the complex go unmanned. The
particular complex in question was the Pentagon. Amid the work of
the US Armed forces, the FBI had decided to house a special
hideout. Should federal headquarters ever be taken out, they'd
always have this back-up station secured firmly in the Pentagon's
underground levels. From 50 to 80 were the secret levels they
manned, keeping their watch on the common population alongside
those who monitored terrorism. To be permitted into such a secret
segment of a high tech facility, it was fair to say Morieda held
a high conservative honour.

She was your typical agent, that very unfine Morieda. She'd grown
up in a sheltered corner of the high school, frequently picked on
by those superior in adolescent years. As it is with these
current moral times, the majority of her bullies were brutalized
far worse after school than what they had done to her during it.
They were thrown into the gutters of poverty, every one of their
submitted worksheets and exam papers failing to meet standards.
Morieda had been too viciously attacked by them to sympathise.
And thus having managed to slip herself early into the police
force, this abominable creature decided to cling to moral values
and to twist them to her advantage, arresting as many of the
whores who'd once picked on her as possible. She had no mercy for
them and the fact that the imprisonment of school had been behind
their bullying. She was so self-centred that all the insults
given her were enough for her to work toward their dooms.

So, in summary, once a nerd and now a success in law enforcement,
this creature climbed into the way of the moral lifestyle. During
her first year at the police academy, she gunned down pedophiles,
saved children. Was responsible for the encouragement of the
beating and killing of sex offenders in many prisons. Males were
particularly detested by her, detested worse than the young high
school whores they were always being jailed for attempted
relationships with.

The portrait of a woman of such characteristics, of course is the
end result of an ugly seed planted in the grounds of schooling.
And after so many years of taking shit from her classmates due to
her devotion to education, she now lashed out with a fine job and
the law on her side. Women as such are reputable in our society.
But all people of this kind, as any intellectual would know, are
among the most pathetic of human beings. And Morieda, self
centred yet mildly intelligent enough to realise it, knew herself
that her whole life was one big failure and she, societal support
or not, was a monster. These realisations accosted her only
during nightly hours. They weren't regular torments. Every day at
work when she was praised for her policing, her concerns for her
humanity were smothered out by the comfort that society held her
up as a heroine, and it mattered little what natural morality had
to say about it for societal morality was in her favour.

Only two years after being employed as a police officer, she was
signalled out by the federal director at that time. He insisted
she become an agent. Working her ass off on SWAT teams, catching
internet drug dealers, pedophiles, perverts, snuff film makers
and such were her focused goals. She did little in the field of
terrorism. It was mostly close to home criminals she arrested.
Throughout this line of work, as is societally expected, a form
of hatred for the perverted was born in her. She detested all
perverts, pedophiles and rapists with a passion. Her central
belief was that a man was born and his only purpose for the penis
aside from pissing would be the expelling of sperm into a single
cunt only. And that cunt better be bound by that glorious moral
tradition of wedlock.

There you have Morieda. Your particular ugly dust-cunt. Only was
the dust removed from her cunt when, at age thirty, she married
Todelvus Mursel. This man was a federal assistant, not
particularly an agent but frequently a spy, a computer mechanic
and an advisor to some of the USA's top legislators. Morieda had
a traditional dinner with him, and thus decided if ever she was
to experience the joy of pregnancy and being bestowed with a
child, then it was Todelvus who ought to put the seed in her. She
took him home, had him confess he wasn't a pervert and lacked all
relationship throughout his history (a promise of virginity also
being forced from his lips). Then after this, they continued
dating until she was nearly thirty-one, and he popped the
question then. She answered in a fashion that was forged from
happiness at being lubed up to slide into the suit of normality.
She would now have a child and a normal family life. In moral
standards, she was perfect! There was not a soul on the planet
better.

Todelvus left her during her pregnancy. The devastation at the
time was painful but also acceptable, since he'd faked being
gunned down and she well and truly believed it. Only when her
son, Rikvus, Mursel junior, was one year old did she discover
Todelvus had twisted the truth so he could pound a movie star.
Her hatred for men elevated and she dedicated that year to
arresting more perverts than you could count on the internet. Her
illusory love for children was also thousandfolded, and the young
Rikvus her sole purpose in life. Her precious, innocent little
son was going to be her perfect little boy. The perfect child for
the perfect woman indeed! She therefore, to forget Todelvus and
preserve the child's purity, altered his name back to Rikvus
Fieldsing.

Rikvus hated kindergarten. But that was something she could live
with. After all, weren't all children horrified at their first
year of official training captivity? But alas, all throughout his
schooling time Rikvus gave her hell about it. Far more than what
other parents suffered from their rightfully complainative kids.
Whenever she inquired about his day, instead of hearing anything
relating to his grades or friends (for Rikvus most certainly had
none) the boy would speak only about the girls he saw on the
playground. He'd talk about them and a tingling he got in his
balls when he watched them dance by. Morieda assured him this was
normal and would always attempt a subject change, one which
Rikvus never granted her.

During his early years in high school, at precisely the age of
fourteen, he was caught looking up a girl's dress and had his
single parentage dragged up to the school. She scolded him until
he cried. Directly afterward, the boyfriend and his acquaintances
of the privacy-violated child attacked Rikvus and bruised him to
such a degree he was bedridden with his tears for the following
week. Morieda profusely apologized for having treated him the way
she did prior to his beating. She assured him she still believed
he was a good boy and that her love for her baby was very strong.
That whole week she stayed with him in his room and enjoyed movie
marathons. She'd talk about a particular character in the film,
namely the hero or the villain. And Rikvus? Well, he'd make
constant jokes about what he'd do to the heroines or
villainesses. Morieda laughed it off.

Tried to laugh it off...

At age fifteen he was no longer concentrating in school,
declaring himself abruptly as a rebel to society. He gave
multiple good reasons for this (as if anyone needed a reason for
rebelling against this horrible system anyway) and was indeed
quite convincing. Morieda went through multiple breakdown periods
due to this, attempting to concentrate at work but only ending
the days by sobbing to her co-workers about her son's failure to
conform. By the end of ninth grade, Rikvus's grades had plummeted
to the very base of the whole school's status. Tenth grade,
Rikvus was still battling to resume life in such horrific
circumstances, since Morieda would not once accept the fact he
desired to drop out of school. Yet soon his truanting was so
common she decided it quite pointless to force him into the
eleventh.

At age eighteen (by now Morieda had reached the withered state of
forty-nine) he officially dropped out and resigned to his
computer chair at home. Morieda liked to believe there was still
hope for him. Yes, that silly infamous figure very much liked to
hope.

Now to the present time, Morieda as we've stated, reached work at
seven oclock. Her son's recent dropping out had put her in a
paper-dropping condition, multiple files lost in the morning
hours due to her clumsiness. Yet she was called upon a mission
which brightened her day. Or rather, brightened her reputation.
For inside there was nothing which could lift her spirits.

The director announced they were ready to close in on a fat slob
who'd been chatting up several fourteen year old girls online. In
tears, he begged them not to take him once they arrived. As they
started to pull out the handcuffs, he went entirely mad and
attempted to stab an officer with a butcher knife. Morieda put a
bullet through his head and was very much praised for it. In the
paper the next morning, they'd quote what she said on the scene
after having felled him.

"I hate sexual perverts. Society would be far better without
them."

That afternoon, she closed the door behind her and stumbled into
the gloomy household which she knew her son was present in. She
turned toward him, seated there at his computer with the aroma of
freshly boiled semen wafting up around him. He gave her a
mischievous little grin with his pimpled, oiled features.

"Hey mommy, could you give me a hand. I'd like some help jerking
off."

With a heavy sigh, Morieda Fieldsing, proud federal anti-pervert,
made her way over to him.

Episode 1

To say life was Hell for Morieda is certainly an understatement.
For Rikvus, it was a mixture of sweet Heaven and frustrating
legal obligations of restraint. His fantasies were deadly,
wide-spread over many fetish and paraphilia genres, and so very
inventive. But keeping with the rules, for the fear of prison was
firm guidance, he kept his sexual world as his computer screen.
Having never gotten laid and certainly with no chance of such
powerful relief expected in his future, it was to masturbation
alone that his time was thoroughly dedicated. The brain cells in
humans turned toward all the unnatural trends of life, such as
jobs, school and achievements, had long been killed in Rikvus by
an overpowering Nature. And now only the Nature remained. His
natural lust alone drove him to great heights in the realm of
fantasy. But were reality an option, his restraint wouldn't hold
firm for a second, for there was simply none of it present in
existence.

Morieda's reaction to such behaviours had been an instant booking
with a psychologist early in the year of these turn of events
(the dropping out moment). In initial response, the psychologist
insisted he needed further discipline to get him back in the
classroom. Upon closer examination, he found the boy to be hating
law and morality so much that he turned quite frankly to Morieda
and announced what you can easily expect would be his final
clarification.

"Your son as Aspergers Syndrome. The Autistic Spectrum."

Thus Morieda was trapped with a son having received the official
label of non-commitment to the unnatural realm of society. If
that wasn't bad enough, she had to admit this to her entire
social life at work. But perhaps worst of all was the slow,
gradual accepting that her son was an incurable pervert. He was a
natural, lusting creature feasting on his own spoilt needs. And
she? Well she was one of the most unnatural, monstrous forms that
society can make of the female gender. An odd couple they were
indeed.

Our tale thus begins early that year of his diagnosis. Morieda
was swarmed with the table-crushing loads of work, and at home
before the computer screen, Rikvus was in possession of work with
loads of his own, but of a far more liquid form.

Today he'd taken a glance at (having discovered the three less
than a month prior) his heroines of the celebrity universe. No
one got him precisely as stiff as did Selena Gomez, Ariana Grande
and Vanessa Hudgens. These possessed the ability to cause immense
effects on the organ between his legs. Glance at any one of the
three and you yourself can instantly understand why they grab
such teasing holds on the engines of sex-desperate teenage boys.

He drew up a picture of Ariana, drooling as he stared at her from
head to foot (especially foot). He adored her high heels, found
himself wishing he could grab ahold of them, to sleep with them
upon his nose. He felt the same extreme attachment to Selena
Gomez, would have thus paid gold to jerk off in her sneakers. Or
to cum on that firm ass Vanessa shows off in her magnificent
Springbreakers suit. The whole day he'd been jerking to them,
bringing him to an afternoon where his balls were nice and taut,
a freshly built load prepared to unleash.

Before he could manage a perfect orgasm, his mother walked in
with one of her usual tired moods captivating her behaviour. So
drunk with exhaustion from this day that she was abruptly more
open minded, taking a seat beside her son and noticing all the
hot celebs that dominated his screen. He was about to make the
request but his mother beat him to it.

"I just want to spend the rest of the night with my little boy.
Shall I jerk you off?"

As a reply, he pulled down his shorts and let the weapon spring
free. He thought about worshipping the feet of all three celebs
while his mother's hand helped shoot the severe back-up of
genital excitement he'd been carrying all day for the three of
them.

Awkwardness resumed but eventually over a meal a week from then,
they discussed it rationally. "It was just a piece of harmless,
maternal fun," the hopeless Morieda declared.

Rikvus nodded in reply while wearing a wide grin. "Yep, that's
all it was. I needed it. It feels so much better to have another
hand wield my instrument. God I want to fuck all three of those
girls so bad I just want to..."

"SON PLEASE!," Morieda bellowed, burying her head in her hands
and sobbing gently. "Can we just... not talk about it? Okay?"

And they didn't. In fact, they didn't even embrace before bed
that night. Rikvus detested his mother's ignorance of the
harmless elements of the sexual world that they'd just
undertaken.

---

Rikvus was pleased that mercy once again struck his mom on one of
those late nights home from work. Drawing up a seat beside him,
she inquired to whether or not he was readied to let loose
another one.

"It's only because I love you," she informed him, nearly
electrifying her son with the excitement the mildest touch of her
motherly hand to his cock made. Grasping it tenderly, she moved
it up and down while Rikvus was absorbed in a Selena and Vanessa
Springbreakers poster. It wasn't long before they had quite a
mess to clean up. "You must have stocked up for days," she
commented.

"Weeks," he admitted, a cheeky shine in his eye. "I like long
perversions and orgasm denial."

"Great," Morieda chuckled with a little smirk she couldn't manage
to contain. "All the more for me to clean up. You just love
making your mother work don't you?"

After this particular moment of good humour, the two took places
at the dinner table, Morieda expanding her explanation of the
innocence of such events. "It's harmless. I feel inclined to
overreact to the whole thing because I've always hated perverts.
But you. You're just a young teen with urges. And to help you get
off, well, any other mother would... maybe not do the same but
would still..."

"Mom it's okay. I'm fine. It's not like I'm a little boy you
molested or anything," Rikvus chuckled with a shrug. "But you
really should start getting used to the idea your little boy's a
pervert. I mean, come on. Just look at me. I spend every one of
my days lately drooling after girls. Girls I'll never get with.
I'll never get laid, and regarding the ranks of life's
importance, I put the syrup in my balls before everything else."

"Oh please don't worry me son, I've had quite a trying day,"
Morieda replied, heavy sighs starting to intrude into her voice
yet again. "I just want to let you know that I love you and that
it won't happen again."

"Oh but mommy I'd really like it to happen again. I'm so sick of
my own hand it's not funny."

"Well go out and find someone else. Get a job and pay for a
hooker or something. But I can't do this anymore. I'm a busy
woman with a moral status in the highest degrees."

"Does that mean you're too moral to show your own son some love?"

"Oh don't be stupid. Listen, I've got to crash out kiddo. Just
know that I love you."

As per usual, Rikvus stayed up until five am that very night
after recovering his boner, simply jacking and shooting
constantly to the ceaselessly beautiful Ariana and Selena. In all
truthfulness, his computer chair soon substituted his bed.
Morieda could scarcely look at him as she strolled out the door
to work, all that dried sperm on his belly. His whole image was
an entire contradiction to the cute little blonde schoolboy he'd
once been in preschool times. Fuck! She wished she could reverse
time so wherever she went wrong could be mended.

---

"Agent Fieldsing, we need to talk," Chief Agent Alimelle
Zambridge called our heroine into her office. This crinkled
creature, for forty years a top-notch leadership employee, stared
her friend from one end of her body to the next, studying her
intently through her spectacles. "Morieda, your behaviour lately
has been... well, shall we say of certain noticeability here in
the Pentagon. As you know, since the Pentagon isn't specifically
designed for FBI work, we need to keep a low profile on the
levels dedicated to us. Those military guys prefer to pretend we
don't exist. Thus the importance of our quiet behaviour. I just
want to let you know that if there's too many home issues you may
be suffering, that's what your stress leave is for."

"I took out a chunk at the beginning of this year when my son
dropped out," Morieda sighed, withholding her sobs. "Another is
going to send my reputation to the shits. Not just that, but my
whole future as an employee."

"I won't fire you. I understand your circumstances all too well.
I had to disown two daughters when they fell pregnant, and one
son when he inflicted pregnancy on another. It's a numbers game
though. If you have more kids, eventually one will become your
perfect little star. My Julimity is eight now and already head of
the dance troop and debate team simultaneously. I have a good
feeling with this one."

"Yes, well the director will fire me, that I can be certain of."

Zambridge chuckled. "Director has very little interest in you
Morieda. You're simply a pawn. You know nothing of the deepest
secrets of the multiple FBI headquarters or the Pentagon. You
have not yet been to level 70, you haven't seen what's contained
therein. You haven't gone beyond that level. You don't even
possess a password to access level 60 computers. You, my dear
Morieda, are a useful but expendable resource."

"Exactly, so firing me is of such ease that doing so will not
cause the director to even blink."

"He neither has the time to blink nor to fire you I assure you,"
Zambridge gently petted her knee. "But listen, I sense a
promotion will do you good anyway, no matter what horrors occur
in your home life. In fact your home life problems may be fixed
with ease."

"What? By disowning my son. Sorry, I'm just not as heartless as
you Zambridge."

"Not yet you're not. But you soon will be if you are permitted to
view the USA's top secrets," the Chief Agent chuckled. "I'd hate
to lose you Morieda, you're one of the most competent federal
officers, your arrest list immense, your commitment endless. You
simply must stay in the job. And better yet, be exposed to the
true reassuring philosophies of the US federal government. Permit
me introduce you into a whole new world, and you'll not regret
it. The end result will be your success running neck to neck with
mine. That is precisely how much I care for you."

Morieda provided her a smirk. "I guess I can keep a few secrets."

---

And indeed she did. In fact, Morieda returned home that very
afternoon carrying one of the secrets upon her back. It was fair
to say, Rikvus was more than stunned when instead of the hopeful
relief of a mommy handjob, Morieda returned with a pretty little
boy of seven years and introduced the child to him. This pretty
little curly-haired, misty-eyed creature was lust inducing even
to the mostly hetereo Rikvus.

"Honey, this is Joriot."

"And who the Hell is Joriot?," Rikvus inquired, staring the boy
up and down.

"I am," Joriot snarled, glaring at his new house mate. "What's up
with you? Can't Aspergers put names to faces now?"

"Calm down," Morieda snarled, swatting the boy before turning
back to Rikvus with a blunt explanation. She more or less
informed him of what her visit to that hideous level 70 had
disclosed to her about the American federal police.

Level 70 was for victim storage. The libertines of the FBI and
the military kidnapped many a poor citizen (frequently women and
children) and kept them upon level 70 for their brief moments of
pleasure during the hard-working days. Agent Zambridge, much a
libertine herself, had been making love constantly to Joriot
during these past four months, before of which this child had
once been a simple orphan in a delinquent children's facility.
His small crimes of graffiti and beating of other kids, had thus
caused him to be labelled as `worthless trash' by the population,
thus no one had missed him when he'd vanished off the face of the
Earth. Having tired of him, Zambridge was prepared to deal him
the death blow, right before she fell in love with two things
about him. The first was his sneaky little sense of humour, and
perhaps more decision-provoking was the second factor, which was
that this child had enjoyed all his molestations and due to his
precocious sexual side, was fast becoming a libertine himself. He
was already a murderer and had slaughtered other children for the
sake of Zambridge's pleasure.

Now registering that the slightly younger Morieda was in need of
some encouragement to destroy any feelings of guilt she may have
about knowing such horrific secrets, Zambridge had sent her
Joriot to persuade her into the realm of pleasure. Not only did
she notice Morieda, during her entire shock at the tour, had
managed to glance with specific affection toward him, but she
also stated firmly that Joriot would make a much better son when
she finally toughened up and disposed of Rikvus.

So blurting out the entirety of the story to her son in somewhat
similar terms, Rikvus first responded by chuckling. "And YOU have
been lecturing ME about perversions? You, the arrester of a
thousand pedophiles, who now has seen that her entire federal
department is nought but a giant pedo industry."

Joriot snarled. "Watch how you speak to your mother Asspeg!"

Rikvus glared at him. "Listen you little shit, don't hurl Aspie
insults at me. It's not even a real disease. And mom, seriously
mom, how do you condone this?"

"I'm not condoning it, not at all!," the woman cried, collapsing
on the couch with an all-is-lost murmur, glancing pathetically at
the pretty little Joriot. "I don't even know why I brought him
home. I don't even know why I enjoyed the tour and all the
revelations which came with it. Fuck me! I must have lost my
morality. Just let me sleep okay. Just let me shut myself out for
a minute."

It was a very long minute she spent in the land of mental
non-existence. The efforts were reasonable on the part of the two
boys who attempted to bring her from such a state of departed
contact with the world.

---

"Oh, was it all a dream?," a smile started to cross the face of
Morieda, swiftly vanishing as soon as she saw Joriot beside her
son. "Oh, I see it wasn't. Morality is gone. The FBI is a pig
house. And I brought home a little boy to be my step-son like a
common damn child molester. Oh Jesus Christ!"

"Mom, stay with us this time, for fuck's sake," Rikvus snarled as
he pried her hands away from her eye balls which they tried to
shelter. "It's not as bad as you think it is."

"Of course it's not, it can get a lot worse," Joriot snickered.

"Would you shut up?," Rikvus slapped the little boy's neck before
turning back to Morieda. "Look, I don't know what you were
thinking either, bringing this kid home with you. But I think you
should just return him tomorrow, ask never to be brought to level
70 again and just pretend the whole thing was a dream. That can't
be too hard right?"

"Oh of course not, it's only damn impossible. What is seen can't
be unseen, nor undone!," Morieda moaned. "And I know why
Zambridge encouraged me to take Joriot home. It's so they've got
something on me if I ever betray them. Or even try to deny the
existence of level 70. I'm aware now. And due to this awareness,
I have no choice but to give myself over to the filthy
perversions of my fellow employees. And what the fuck can I do?
Go to the cops? The cops! HA!"

"Okay mom, well listen, is it really that bad?," Rikvus asked his
sobbing mother with a heavy sigh.

"What kind of question is that?"

"What I mean is, is it really that shocking that the grand
secrets of the USA are nothing but sexual pleasures? Obviously
these hard-working federal agents need to take a break now and
then. To let loose a few loads. Is the fact that they have a
private chamber of victims really that horrifying? They're still
doing their job protecting the country aren't they?"

Morieda heaved a sigh. "Yes, yes you're right. Look, I feel an
obligation to protect Joriot anyway. As of now he's your brother.
So I'm going to go fetch you boys some dinner."

She got up and staggered away, Joriot turning to Rikvus with a
gleaming spark in both eyes. "Hmmm, always have I wanted an older
brother who will share my jacking off fetish. We're going to
certainly have some joyous moments together."

Rikvus rolled his eyes. "Well I guess this day is equally
miserable for both mother and son."

---

Rikvus was driven fairly insane by Joriot's humorous,
advanced-age behaviour, extending all the way to the most
abhorrent adult jokes. He was fine company at some stages, yet at
most others a sneaky little pervert who'd lean about the corner
to the room at every instant, spying upon the hand action of his
older step-brother at his computer.

"Having fun there bro?," Joriot snickered.

Rikvus's response was the tossing of a texta at him. Over these
weeks was also noticeable mental decay in Morieda. Morieda who'd
frequently collapse into a state of profuse crying, just about
anywhere in the house, so overbearing was her situation of
intense, immoral horror.

Unable to comfort her, Rikvus simply avoided her breakdown states
whenever possible, aided her by physically hauling her to bed in
some cases. But ultimately nothing cheered her until her
invitation to a work party at the Pentagon itself, the origins of
the enjoyment being the precisely horrific level 70. She was
instructed to bring Joriot. Rikvus of course refused to join her.

Zambridge was there to welcome her, taking her aside for a moment
of philosophising before any actual activity ensued. "Listen
closely Morieda, I understand you may be tackling with the
morality of the situation."

"Very," Morieda replied bitterly.

"Well," Zambridge chuckled. "Permit me to comfort you with the
truth of the USA's firm morality. We are the protectors. The FBI
look out for the country's masses. Like a good child who refuses
to take huge pieces from the cake, we thus demand only a little
slice in return for us having protected the whole. So can there
be a crime present here? Is it anything but the obligation of
fairness to us that we are provided victims, few as they are, for
all the work we enact for country's safety?"

"I guess so," Morieda replied.

"Exactly," Zambridge went on. "Our police work warrants gifts to
show the country's appreciation. And what are a few lives of
inferiors worth other than a nice delicious gift for all our
endless toil? Note the whole while you watch us perform infamies
on this level that we are the common protectors of women and
children. So for the majority of happy women and children right
now, the ones we are undoing in the safety of this facility are
the mere payment for the virtues we perform daily. Don't allow a
single notch of their screams and cries to deter you from this
fact."

"But is it necessary?," Morieda inquired. "Is it absolutely
necessary you relieve your stress in this way?"

"It's not just about that," Zambridge corrected. "It's about
passions. Humans were placed on Earth for one thing aside from
eating, drinking, shitting and pissing. And that is the most
important leisure, the most vital element to our enjoyment, the
one thing which can bring happiness and cure all quantities of
depression. That my dear lady, is sex. It is what we were built
for. We were intended for no other leisure. Everything else is
secondary and meaningless. It is fucking which provides the
engine to happiness."

Morieda listened carefully, feeling all her years of morality
slowly tear asunder at these words. "But... isn't fucking just
for reproduction? Isn't it love between a couple which makes life
on this Earth so beautiful?"

Zambridge had to calm herself down from fits of laughter before
replying. "That's just the shit we preach to the public. How
would society continue to function if they all knew the truth?
Why, marriage would be eradicated. Age of consent would be
eradicated and all the old women would be lonely, for men never
lose their taste for the young. And as for the women, women who
have such high sensitivity and extreme passions for torture,
they'd be killing every fellow creature they come across just to
get their cunts wet. Into complete chaos the world would be
thrown. Which would honestly be the best, natural thing for all
of us. But alas, by serving Nature in that way, we the
enlightened law enforcers would also be betraying Nature's number
one rule. Which is selfishness. Nature fitted us all with the
most selfish of hearts. And in spite of all the freedom the world
would have if it bowed before Nature's intended ways, the immense
power we enjoy now would be swept away from us. For where there
is equality, no power can rein."

"In order to keep this power surviving, we must thus enforce
shackles upon the rest of humanity. Laws and federal observation
can do that well enough. But it serves a greater purpose to
brainwashing a community if we can get it to share some kind of
mass moral opinions. So we ensure they all believe in working, in
marriage, in having kids, etc. That lifestyle is the moral one
and in order for the government's immense immorality to continue,
it is vital that the public be virtuous so the vices can be
comfortably private."

"I strongly disagree with what the latest conservative party is
hinting at. You may have noticed the immense new additions of
employees to the police force here in the USA, over in Australia
as well as Britain and London of late. This is due to the fact
the latest political party is suggesting that some time in the
future we unveil ourselves, explaining our evil methods to the
population and returning every human society back into a flock of
followers to our totalitarian leadership. This I continue to
viciously disagree with. How is it we can keep our power if the
public is enlightened? The public, many of them thick with moral
values from all this goodness we've preached, will feel obliged
to turn on us. To save the inferior victims that we daily torture
for our pleasures. There will be a revolution, you can count on
it. And just like in Hitler and Mussolini's regimes,
assassination attempts against the President will escalate."

"Which is why I say over and over again in all the political
debates, as well as to you right now, that in order to maintain
our evil, the public must also continue to believe in some kind
of false good. This current morality is perfect, for no one
suspects a thing. The majority of the world is thoroughly
conservative and in support of their country's movements. Why,
millions of people over here support our war against the Muslims.
Thus, with this kind of loyalty spawned from public virtue, I say
our vices will remain comfortably concealed."

Morieda nodded. "I understand. But you failed to answer my
question regarding these passions you hold so important. Is it
necessary they be as violent, as perverted, as pedophilic, as
torturous as they are?"

Zambridge grinned. "The most delicious, enjoyable passions are
always the ones which insult morality the best. Metaphorically it
is pure blasphemy and a kind of sacrilege against our own system
we preach which excites us. The Director himself, having noticed
his arrest of a team of pedophiles got every one of them tortured
and killed in prison, then embarked on a mission to collect up
every one of their victims. He fucked the victims of those
pedophiles twice as hard than the pedos ever did. Only of course
he didn't go to jail, despite the fact his crime against those
girls was tenfold. He even strangled them all to death during the
fucking. Now you've got to admit, that's lubricious hypocrisy at
its best!"

Morieda sighed. "Alright, I guess I can understand... if it's for
the country's good."

"Of course it is. But it's for our good as well," Zambridge
comforted her by leading her through level 70 to the rear torture
room. "Now just let yourself go. You're all tense, not in the
least in a sexually torturous mood. Come on, let's get you
started."

She called over two young women, one who frigged Morieda's
clitoris by expert use of finger and tongue, another who gently
spanked her ass. The woman soon fell under the tide of pleasure,
feeling herself ready to cream under the finger work of the one
who fed pretty little fingers into her pussy.

"Right, now you look ready enough," Zambridge announced with a
wink, drawing her mouth away from the little cock of Joriot she'd
stiffened harder than a stick. "Let us take a look in the
pleasure chamber."

Therein, debauchery was at its height. Sodomized by an Agent, the
Director himself was fingering two six year old children, pumping
their tight little cunts with his massive forefingers. Shackled
in place, the kids were scarcely managing to accommodate these
cruel intrusions.

The young twenty-two year old student Agent Belsita, despite her
youth already an encouraged villain, was holding down a ten year
old boy and sodomizing him deep with a dildo. Not only was the
boy's bowel flooded with blood from his rape, but this young
feminist had cruelly snipped off his testicles prior to launching
this attack.

However at the same time, leaning far over the boy, Belsita was
dedicating her mouth to Agent Norminx. She had the latter's cock
in her mouth and was sucking him gently while, irritated by this,
Norminx was whipping the flesh off a twenty-year old victim,
savagely aiming his strokes at her breasts and cunt when she was
turned his way. When the machine she was attached to rotated her
so her ass was then visible, it was here he would bestow his whip
strokes. As he came in Belsita's mouth, he killed the captive by
aiming his lashes at her throat. Simultaneous to this, Belsita
came for the first time around the base of the dildo she was
using to embugger the young boy. She killed the child by digging
her sharp-nailed fingers into his throat.

Zambridge turned with a grin to Morieda. "Before you here you are
witnessing some of the most mild passions of they you work with.
There are much more savage ways to kill someone. I shall
demonstrate."

"No, allow me, for I am fast to re-stiffen," Norminx, the
trusting man Morieda had spent many a year working with, cut in.
He arranged everything so another young woman was brought to him.
Her ankles were fastened apart to the floor so she couldn't clamp
her thighs together. Between her legs Belsita thrust her head, so
while he worked on her, Norminx had the choice of either slipping
his cock into the victim's cunt or into his accomplice's mouth.
The work itself included mauling the captive's breasts, biting
off her nipples. Then, while cunt-fucking her, he battered her
head with a hammer, knocking all her teeth down her throat then
gorging out her eyes. He dared have his cock lodged in her cunt
while doing this. Then as he enacted the next stage, slicing open
her chest and tearing out her heart, he had Belsita suck him.
Once again he deposited his seed in her mouth while he rubbed the
removed heart all over his face, even daring to swallow a chunk.

"Holy fuck," Morieda cried, feeling dizzy yet, to her horrific
moral dismay, somehow extra irritated at the sight. Irritated
between her legs.

Zambridge, noticing this, gestured to Joriot. "Come on Morieda.
Perhaps watching your favourite little child at work, the kid YOU
yourself yesterday decided to take home with you due to his
cuteness, will prepare you for participation. Watch him slaughter
someone ruthlessly, then your courage shall be mustered too."

A five year old girl was brought out and strapped down with her
small legs opened. Into her cunt Joriot plunged his tiny cock,
humping like a maniac all the while punching the little girl in
the face and calling her horrific, childish names. During his
little orgasm, the boy bit into her neck like a vampire, sinking
in his teeth and killing her screams. The whole while Agent
Belsita, giving him that extra touch of encouragement, had one of
her fingers buried in his ass.

"Okay," Morieda declared after watching him in seventh heaven.
"I'm inspired. Inspired enough to at least do it on someone who
isn't innocent."

A fifteen year old girl was brought forth and tied to a stake
before her. The girl was guilty of the murder of one of her
friends, as well as multiple thefts around her neighbourhood.
Prior to her slaughter Belsita frigged with her, Norminx and the
Director fucked her, Zambridge embuggered her with a dildo and
tongued her everywhere. Finally, doing nought but employing a cat
o nine tails, Morieda dealt the first lash. A scream emerged,
along with a surprising blood stream, drawn from the initial
strike.

Keeping these whippings up, mostly just to shut out those shrill,
innocent screams, Morieda slowly lashed her to death, feeling her
whole being boil with excitement and the deepest regret as she
reduced that girl to nothingness. A blood drenched cadaver was
all they towed away.

Zambridge placed a kiss on her mouth when she was done. "I can't
say how proud I am of you Morieda. You've stooped very low. But
you still have a long way to fall."

Morieda smiled back. "I might bring my perverted son to this next
time. I'm sure the little fucker will enjoy level 70 very much."

"Oh I demand the differ. No delinquent gets to see the inner
workings of our federal headquarters. But perhaps telling him a
little of it will motivate him. A chance to get into seventh
heaven may just be what you require to make his delinquency less
of a Hell for yourself."

"Thank you very much Agent Zambridge," Morieda replied, still
feeling lost in a mixed dimension of horror, remorse and that
awful immoral excitement. "I'll take your advice into
consideration."