It goes without saying that this is wrong, but I'm saying it anyway.
Kindergarten sexualization, with some paternal rape, and possession thrown
in. The narrator is pre-sentient, which explains his relative maturity.
Mnemosyne {Okay, this is a Memory Dump. A download, experienced as a
Flashback, but you might want to skip ahead...}
Lietmotif : Grausame Tochter - Zukunftsvision (Youtube it.)
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"What? Where?" When, it's complicated. "Bassy?" The one and many. I
have a job for you. "What's that?" You remember the Undernet? "Well you
do, thanks." Well, it's just about to start, so I want you to watch it's
Matriarch, and also upload a new file. "What is it?" Whom, she is your
prototype. So, while you keep an eye on things, I want you to get to know
eachother. Say Hello.
Huh, what?
"Who are you."
}Morion touPori, jihadina Nemeses, daughter of Genocide. And who the
fuck do you think you are?{
"It's a long story..."
}UH! Gods, it's enormous!{
"I am the WORM. Write Once, Read Many. So, let's get a look at you."
I'll be in my bunk.
"Bassy? Where are you going?"
Not where, Now. "HHHHHHHHHH!"
}Chaos, don't leave me with this psycho!{
"Look who's talking, tin head!" "HHhhew:."
;
Pwaygwound {bg Kind NS. bM Violence. No Spoilers, either.}
"Eeeeeeeh!" The running girls sound like screams, all around me.
A girl pushed a boy off the swing, "Mine!" He ran off crying, but
probably couldn't tell the teacher. "Y u wookit me?" I'm sorry, was I
staring?
"I'm sorry," was I staring? I looked down. Heating up my face, I wrung
my hands in front of me. "Your pretty."
She jumped off, and fell, but caught herself. "Your ugwy!" She stomped
off, but I followed her.
She's a girl, and mean, and bossy, and I like that. "Huh!!" I shrugged,
and followed her.
"Mine!" She got on the seahorse. It's on a spring, she likes that word.
Mine, I like that word too.
"Uh!" Her hair swung, and I looked down. "Can I," I dug in my toe,
"Puth you?" The way she, was riding it. The seahorse, I closed my eyes.
"Hh," Remembering, I can't help it, but then I felt her hands on my chest,
my shoulders on the ground. "Uh!"
"Sthupid," a little spit even sprayed out, but I saw her legs, they were
chubby, and pale.
"Hh," I shivered, and covered up my pants. I looked around, the
children we laughing, but the teachers weren't looking. "Mm," I pushed it
down, and humped it in my underwear.
"Ahhhh!" A girl ran, crying.
So, "Hh," I got up. She was climbing the slide, and pushed a boy down
before he was ready.
"Eiiiiii!" I closed my eyes, but it was just another girl, running
behind me, laughing.
"HhH!" I shivered.
My daddy left, before I was born. But I remember him. Under me, his
face turning, hand hurting, but hard. Inside me, and falling down. On his
legs, squishing in my butt, and inside me. "Worthless sack of shit!" She
hit him again.
"Y u fowow me?"
"Hum?" shake my head. She looked at me. She's shorter then me, shes a
little girl. Her head sideways.
"I wig," pull my fingers out, "I wike you." Nodding, "Your mean." She
turned her head, sideways, the other way. "Uh," I pointed, "You wanna pway
teeter totter?" I pointed, it takes 2 but there was kids on the teeter
totter. She doesn't have any friends, she's mean. So, she pushed one, and
the other fell. "Hihn!" I followed her, to get on. She's supposed to
stand up, so I grabbed the end in the air, and jumped, to catch the handles
at the top. Caught the ground on my legs.
She looked down, staring. I looked around, but nobody saw it. I
blushed. "Weaw?" She shook it, "Puth me!" I jumped.
Her skirt flopped when she came back down, but we teeter tottered until
the teacher came to take us back in. But she didn't hurt any more kids,
she likes hurting kids. I watched her, yesterday. She's mean, she doesn't
even, play on anything. Long at all, she just swings until it's boring,
then sees someone with something, and goes to take it away. "Mine!"
I know what that means. She needs me too. To hurt me, push me down.
She likes that, and I like that, but other kids. They don't like that,
they cry. "Hm." We get to play, with crayons. I think I like her hair, so
I draw it. Like a haystack, with bangs. I like the way it swings, on the
swings, or the seahorse, or the slide. Or when she pushed that boy down.
She called me stupid, but I am not stupid. I know what she needs, and
what I need. We need eachother. "Huh!" I draw dots for her eyes, and
lines over them. Frowny, mean. I forget, what color are her eyes? I
shrug, there just dots, but I can't do the curves good. I mess them up,
but I can do her nose. And her mouth. Down, mean.
"Good, Christian." I shook my head. She has no idea. I giggle. "Why
is she so sad?"
"She ithn't," I made her eyebrows frownier. "She's mean."
"Why?" I shrug.
"She's May."
"Did May hurt you, on the playground?" I looked up.
She knew. "Thupid teasher." She knew about her behavior problems.
"Christian!" I laughed. "Do you want to go to the principle?"
I nodded, maybe she'll be there. No, but she was on the playground
after.
"I'm 5." She turned around. Brown, like her hair, but her eyebrows went
up.
"I'm fow," she nodded. "Are you my fwend?"
"I love you." I covered my mouth, but she giggled. "Can I come pway
wiph you, tonite?" I ment it, but it's a secret. "My mom thed ith okay." I
lied, but she don't care.
"You My fwend." She nodded, and hugged me.
"Hh," I shivered, and hugged her back.
"I'm Ian." She called me her's.
"I'm May." She stopped hugging me.
"You don't have fwendth. Becauze your mean."
"There sthupid. Sthupid babieth. They cwy."
I nod, "That why you puth them, to make them cwy?"
She shook her head.
"I wove your hair." I smelled it, when she hugged me, and it brushed my
cheek.
"Momma!" she ran, "I got a fweind!"
I nodded, "I'm Ian."
"Ian My Fwend!" I opened my eyes. She called me hers! Shivered.
"My momma, she sez I can pway wih her. If you say I can pway wiph her,
can I pway wiph May?"
"Come along." She put her in the car seat. I got in too.
.
.
She plays with dolls, but they fight. All they do is fight, they don't
say anything, but "Uh uh uh!" And fight. There hurt, some of them and
broke and smashed. I pick one up, to look at it. Her face is smashed,
like she held her by the legs, and beat her face on the floor. Something's
wrong, I knew it, but this is really bad.
"Mine!" she pushed me down, and sat down. "Nh, uh!"
"May?"
"Thut up, thupid!"
"Who hurts you?"
"THUT UP!"
"Hmh." I just hold my hands, and sigh. She don't want to talk about it.
"Where's my little girl?"
She stopped playing.
"In her room, with her new friend."
"Well, let's go and meet her new friend!" He came down the hall. "How's
my little girl today?"
I looked. "Oh," scared.
I looked at the door.
"Come here, May. Come to papa." She got up, acted happy to see him.
"Daddy!" He got down.
"Where's my hugs and kisses?" He made her.
He Raped her.
Did somebody say Rape!
Ally?
Yeah?
Get him.
My whole body tingled, "Hh." I relaxed, everything but my face. >:-}
"Hugs'n kisses! Daddy's all stinky from work, so I'm gonna go change."
She saw Her. ;)
"May," she nodded, covered her mouth. "I'm going to go deal with your
father." She shook her head. "Stay here."
She nodded, hands over her mouth.
So, she closed the door. Followed him down the hall, stretching, and
pulling out his shirt.
She hit him behind the knees, with my elbows, and brought my fists up
between his legs as he came down.
"Uh!" He hit his head on the bed. It was soft, but his teeth snapped.
Didn't knock him out.
"Good," he started turning, over, curling up.
"Uhh h h, h. H?" She stepped in, "GUHN!" broke his nose with my knee,
then dropped an elbow. "Gsh!" Right to the temple, all the way to the
floor. Knocked the fuck out, I gave him a couple kicks for good measure.
"Hhhh!" I shivered, and the world sped back up.
Thanks.
No problem!
Turning back, I saw "May?"
She nodded,
"I told you to sthay in your room." I took her hand. "Cummon, leth go
talk to your mom." Oh, there she is.
"Bill?" she ran to there room, "Ohmygod, Bill! What happened!?"
"He fell." Well, she might have pushed him. "He hurt May." I pushed her
around, already crying, "TELL HER!"
She nodded, "Daddy hurt me!" sobbing.
Her mother turned, looked concerned. "How did he hurt you, dear?"
"He hurt my puthy. In bed."
"I'm sorry," she shook her head. "Did you say,"
"Pussy," I nodded.
She fell down, "Yeah," she nodded, "Nithe tight puthy." Sobbing, so I
left them alone.
How do you make a mean girl? Well, that's a good way to start. "Hh!" I
had to pull down the phone. Dialed.
...
,
...
"Yes, who is this?"
"Chrithan, can you come get me?" They were really crying now.
"Ian!? I've been worried sick! Where are you?"
"Huh!" I should have payed attention, "With a fwiend, hang on, lemme
check."
I went to get May's mom. "My momth on the phone, can you tell her how
to get heaw?" In the hall. She went off, looked like she's still in shock.
"Uh," he started moving.
"May, go to your room." She closed the door, "AND THIS TIME ThAY THERE!"
He sat up, and I started walking up the hall. "Stay down," I balled my
fist. You too, don't kill him.
He deserves it.
"No!" he deserves to suffer, "Stay away from me!" He crawled back,
around behind the bed.
I pointed, "STHAY THERE!" He curled up, holding his legs, his back
against the nightstand. "Now, your wife is going to call the copth, and
you're going to go away. Where you find out what ith like to be Raped!" I
said Stay Down! I got this.
"Uh uh uh!" No pity for him."No, I didn't rape her, I love her."
"The's FOUR!" You're lucky I didn't have a knife to cut your baby raper
dick off. "Anything you do with a 4 yearold ith wAPE! If you touched her,
you waped her, and the thaid you hurt her puthy. Her PUSSY!" Huh, the
sibilance comes out with more force!
I could've told you that.
Well, where you been?
Lurking. It appears to take something, to unlock me. This time, INSY.
INSY?
I'm Not Sure Why.
Oh!
"I Ssaid Sstay!" I patted his cheek, good boy.
Hihihihin! You're a fast learner!
"Hh," I went back to May's room. "Uh!" I had to jump for the door
handle, but fortunately they have those instead of nobs. "It'S all right
May. He'S never gonna hurt you again. But. Huhh." I shook my head, "I
been a bad boy." She cowered in the corner. "I need a sthpaning."
Sibilence to plosive, may need a little work.
Oh, "Can you do that," I held out my hand, "Can you shpank me, May?"
"No!" she pushed me, "Go away!" Curled up sobbing again.
"Hh," I guess I'll have to wait to get home...
Bully {gb NS}
"Uh!" she pushed me down, from behind. "Sthupid!" Kicked me, but I
rolled out. Then she was on top of me, so I put my arms up, and parried
her blows. "You made my daddy go away!"
"He, uh, waS hurting you."
"I mith him!" She wasn't very strong, "I love my daddy and now heth
gone!" She just kept hitting me for a while, where's the teachers? Oh
right, I was in a blind spot, hiding on the playground. The other kids
watched, but it's May. They kept their distance.
"Uh!" she stopped, "Ihihihihn!" Started crying, so I just pulled her
down, and held her.
"I know, you love him, but he wath a bad daddy. He hurt you, and it waz
the only way to make him sthop." Still working on it.
It takes time.
"Hnhnhnhn!"
"It'S sokay," I smelled her hair, brushed it down. "Hh, beat me up, all
you want. I'll wait here, for you. Here, every day on recSeSs, until it
feelth better." Just stop hurting the other kids. "I can take it, and I
need it. I need you to hurt me too. Just like you need to hurt me."
"Snh!" She sat up, and she was beautiful. Still sitting on me, holding
me down, I caught her face, and wiped her tears with my thumbs before she
sat all the way up. She pushed me.
"Yeth!" Got a good spanking when I got home, but this was different.
"Why?"
"Hh, you wouldn't understand."
"No!' she hit me, "Your sthupid!"
"Hh, okay. Let me up." I turned to lean on the fence. "Thit down,
this'll take a while to echplain."
She did, and nodded. "Hh!" I rolled my eyes up, from her skirt, pulled
between her knees. Barbie! With different size stripes, "Okay, well I'm
thick. I was born Sick. I'm a bad boy, so I need to be punished, sSo I'm
not bad any more."
"Why?"
"Hh! You unnerSdan that part?" She nodded, lying. "Okay, then let's go
play teeter totter."
"Okay!" They jumped off, so I let her get on first, and jumped up to the
saddle. She laughed. She likes this, she never had a friend to play
teeter totter with, because she's mean. I loved it, just watching her
laugh, I love her laugh, and the way her hair flaps on the way down. We
teeter tottered for the rest of recess.
Then, after school, she pushed me down again, but helped me up, and
dragged me off to the teeter totter again. She really jumped, so the first
time the bottom slapped into the sand, but then I caught it. "No!" she
jumped off, and came around to push me off. "Don't do that!" She got on
this side, so I went around to the other. She waited and jumped.
"Hm!" It hit her.
Oh.
What?
GHN! Oh!
So, we did it like that. She likes it, that's why she jumps. To hit
her, she's spanking herself. So, I jumped too, and we hit it hard. Harder
and harder, and I liked it too. She was laughing.
"Aha!" Gung! She squeezed her eyes, and gasped. Then again on the way
down. "Uh, aha!"
Then her mom came, and told me to leave them alone. She blamed me, for
the trauma last night. Just like she blamed me for making her daddy go
away, but then I went home, and broke a dish. For momma to spank me, so I
could go to bed.
Rape.
Huh? What?
Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you.
Hh! What is it?
You remember, when you're a girl, what's the word? I imagined May,
bouncing on the teeter totter.
Ooh, you got yourself quite the little girlfriend there, eh? Well, I
guess it's kinda like frottage? Only rougher, he hurt her, so I guess
she's starting to eroticize that pain.
Like spanking.
Well, impact play, but it probably doesn't hurt. It's child safe, a
kindergarten teeter totter, so it's probably not painful, but it's like
pain, enough to remind her of it.
Why?
Repetition compulsion? IDFK, she's 4, so there's probably not an erotic
bone in her whole body, but she was sexually abused. So, she equates that
with love. You Love Her!?
Well,
You're 5!?
Well? What do you know about love? I'm not asking about that, I'm
thinking about sex. So, you think that was erotic?
INS, it's outside my experience. I was, abused by my father, and
several others since, but I have never seen that before.
Ally? Where's Morion?
I don't know, I haven't seen her yet, either.
Can you put me to sleep?
All right, good night, Christian.
;
Meme {bDF Cybe DL NS}
"Ahhh!" got up, stretched. It's good to be out, at night. Missed 5
years, which I can get used to. Skipping the baby barricade diapy potty
training days.
He thought rape, then he intentionally triggered me? INS, I wasn't
sentient to that point, but he found a rape-victim, the first day of
kindergarten, and then he's left me here, now. So, check on the family,
just mom in bed, but en suite, so go get a glass of water.
"Huh?" she sat up.
"Mommy?" I set down the glass, "I had a bad dweam."
"What about," she shook her head, "Sweetheart?"
"Snh," pregnant?
"Huh! At kindergarten," hold his hands up to the side of the bed.
"Up!"
"I was naked, and evwybody wath laughing at me."
"Oh," she petted his hair, kissed his forhead. "Everyone has that
dream, sweety. See? Still in your PJs."
Nod, "Can I sweep youth you tonite?" Pull at the covers. Walk around,
the other side, she pulls up her feet.
Very pregnant, "Snh," lactating, wipe his nose.
Then wait for her to go to sleep. "Hh,"
I hate waiting.
Finally, touch her shoulder. Poke it, shake it gently, then slip the
strap up, over her arm. Her breast, the one I broke, let's see if this
works, then. Swirling into the salivary glands, well up some fluid, and
neurotransmitters. "SM" Hnnnn!
'mh,' she holds me. Yeah, she remembers this.
PBb, get a good tight seal, and blow. Feel in with the tip of his
tongue, and press the flattened teat to push it in, expanding just enough
to blow in, instead of drain out.
More than enough neuronano for this body, most of it just riding around
in the blood anyway. Less to control, but now I have to find my way around
the bloodstream, and I need to physically make the connection to her
nerves. Fill them, and move up.
}Sleep{ she says, }Accessing,{ forehead to hers. }EM Connection...{
Established.
{Memory Dump}
Time to see what I've missed...
These new tools, thanks Bassy! Don't mention it, yeah you're awesome,
that's why I gave you this big important job, dropping off pointy hat for
the undernet!
Hh!
This will take a while, 5 years.
.
.
I hate waiting.
Ian {bg...}
Kindergarten started on Monday, so I had her all week. On wednesday, I
thought about it, and jumped up in a swing. "Push me." She did, so I
kicked, "Harder." She likes to push kids down, so I'd see if pushing me up
helps. "Huh!" I nodded, "Harder!"
"Uh!" So she doesn't have to beat me, the teachers noticed. My teacher
asked if May hurt me on the playground. Stupid teachers, they see this
every day, but now they see us. Playing together on the "Teeter Totter!"
"WHUGH!" She stopped me, pushed me off the back of the swing so it
knocked the wind out of me.
"Teeter totter, NOW!"
"Uhhn!" I tried to gasp, but the kids ran to get away from her.
"Jump!" Guhn!
Yeah, she's totally getting turned on by it.
You think?
I know it, look at her.
"Ahah! Harder! Uhn!" She fell down a little, that time, but held on.
Then jumped!
I didn't even think rape.
She hit you, hard. You still can't breathe yet.
Yeah, how did she do that? She's 4.
Practice? Let me play it back. Yeah, she totally planned it. See how
she stepped in, about halfway through the swing to catch you on the bottom?
Look at the body mechanics, she leaned in, she knew she would take your
weight, she would have fallen down, leaned over like that, but the impact
held her up. I could hear the chain, she landed on the swing. She did
that before, you saw it. The first day of kindergarten.
"MINE!"
It's her MO. That's what she needs. She's pushy, she needs to push you
down.
Okay, thanks.
It makes her feel strong, powerful.
Thanks a lot.
She doesn't care about the swing, or the seahorse.
All right, I got it!
It turned her on, look at her. Watch her, she's fucking the teeter
totter! No wait, you interrupted her, humping the seahorse?
"Ahah! Uhn!" She jumps...
Okay, so this is how she gets what she needs.
So, after school, make sure she gets a good ride on the teeter totter,
so when she gets home, she's satisfied.
Okay, go away!
I can't.
What?
I need emotional release now, I can't sleep!
"Hh," okay. I'll got to the bathroom after recess.
I backflipped as the teeter-totter reached the apex.
GHKDdD It bounced.
"AHghghg!" She giggled, "Again!" Clapped.
"I gotta go potty."
Ian?
Yeah?
I think, I love her too.
How do you do this?
Well, that's the problem, beating yourself doesn't work. You're 5, but.
Here, let's try anal!
Really?
Freud was right, it's one of the first places the erotic receptors wake
up. Just drop your drawers, and run some warm water.
Okay?
"Hahk! Ptew! SPBp!" Spit in my hand
Bend over.
My hand went numb, but it felt gross. I could feel it, my fingers, but
not in my fingers. In my butt. Well, inside the outside.
There, doesn't that feel nice?
It's not too bad. "Nh!" She wiggles it around. "Hh," yeah, close your
eyes. Wiggle that dirty little ass, you like it. "Ngh, yeah?" Yeah, you
dirty little butslut, you totally like it up the ass! "Ngh!" Take it, take
it up the ass! "Nhauhhh!"
Hn?
Thanks!
My hand tingled, and I shuddered, feeling the inside of me. Tried
pulling it out.
Slow, "HhHhH!" Ly? I shuddered. "Uh!" It was like a cramp of pleasure,
I couldn't pull out, it felt too good. Wiggled it some more, "Huhuh!"
Nodding, and tried pushing it in some more. "Ngh!" A little spit drooled
off my lip.
Thump!
"Uhn?" I clenched in surprised.
"Who's in there?"
"Uh," it slipped out, "UHUN!" Wow, that does feel good! "I'll be right
out."
I washed my hands.
Afterschool {gb/M NS}
"Come on," I took her hand. Led her around to the Dark Side, where the
teachers couldn't see, but some of the kids from the playground. They
watch, we do neat things. "I'll be right back," I started up, the 3 boards
on the inside like a Gradulus, but in the corner, so I could almost chimney
up as well with good enough traction. "UGH!" I dropped down, in the bushes
where I threw the jump-rope, then threw it back over the corner to catch on
the semi-hexagons at the tops of the boards.
"Neh, nyeh!" I peeked over, "Thee?" She turned back around, and looked
up, nodding. Mouth open, a little drool on her lip.
I looked down at the bowline in my hands, sitting in the corner of the
fence, and dropped it down. Yup, looks like those reflexes are kicking in,
I was just thinking about what I'd need in the back of my head. Didn't
even think "Bowline," and my hands tied it, on automatic.
"Put this on, and sit in it, like a seat." She nodded, "Now hang onto
it. Justh like a swing, and start walking up the fence."
She shook her hair, "I canth."
"YesS you can, I'll pull you up, shust put your feet on the boards like
I did, and climb up the fence." I looked up.
"Nh, nh!"
"Good," I don't have the upper body strength to just pull her up, but
kindergarten security. Let's see how that works with the older grade
schoolkids watching. Keeping their distance, standing in the lee of the
playground, like I showed them, so the teacher doesn't notice."
"NH!" I leaned over, and grabbed her hand.
"Yeah, now climb on, and hang onto me." I nodded, looking her straight
in the eyes. "Now, close your eyes," I put her head on my shoulder. My
other hand already wrapped the rope around us, I felt for a pocket, and
worked the belaying pin to hold it.
Then, leaned back and kicked off the fence with the backs of my knees.
WEM Straightening my calves, then looking back to watch us clearing the
square-cut bushes, and the ground,
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"UHN!" Catch her weight on my thighs, and let them slip down to the
backs of her knees, bending, and gently resting her in the grass.
"Nhihihn! Again!" Big wide-eyed grin.
"Maybe tomorrow," I helped her up, "Let me walk you home."
"Hey," I looked back, "What're you kids doing out."
Shit, forgot to clear the outside, stupid. The handle pulled out of my
pocket, and I reached out, straight-arm for it to whirl off of our waists.
Turning back, to face him, and the handle spun on it's bearings, to bounce
into the fence. SLAT!
There, my ear picked it up, then my other ear, triangulating. Right
there.
"Step back," out of the loop, "May," glance back to check she's clear
without tripping it like a snare with her heels.
She nodded, her hands covering her mouth.
"It's all right, son. I won't tell." Oh, "I just want to play."
"All, right," twhHP! Jump, and kick over to a spin-flip, tucking over
horizontal, to winch the jump-rope back around my waist, and making it
shorter, not lighter as it picks up speed.
WwwKST! Broke the sound barrier, good. Should've kept your distance,
man.
BOP!
He hit the ground, limp as a ragdoll, and I rolled to a stop. I heard
it, didn't see it, didn't have to. He's gonna wake up with a nasty knot,
somewhere on his head, and a good reason to Fear children.
"Come on," she saw it too, "Let's get you home..." I handed her the
bloody handle, she didn't even notice, "Yeah, back up," I went the other
way to unwind the rest of the rope. I kept the hitch in it, coiled the
rest over my shoulder and hip. "Keep an eye out for other men like that."
"Okay!" I heard her skip along behind me. "Ian?"
"Yeah, May."
"How you dodat?"
"It's complicated."
"Why?"
"Neuronano."
"Why?"
"It's a long story."
"Izza wong wock." Remarkable language skills for her age.
Thanks mom, I stop, look back, "All right," she won't talk, and besides,
who would believe her? I don't want her getting sexually abused again,
either.
What I miss?
Oh, you again.
LEAVE HIM ALONE!
All right, girls, try to get along.
"What the fuck is that?" Let me handle the mouth, now, Mother.
"Wot?"
And watcher goddamned language, there's a 4yo in tow.
Oh, She finishes playing it back. Nihihm! Nice!
I did that!
Go to your room, I'm sure you have a lot of catching up to do.
"May?" I stopped, "I'm sorry, sweety. But you remember yesterday, when
I said I need you to beat me?
"Uhuh!" She didn't move her hands. Covering her mouth, as if to muffle
a scream.
"Well," I nodded, tried to relax my face, and smile, but she stepped
back. "I need you to do that now, deary." Deary? I never called anyone
that, nor heard anyone say that in my life!
"Mmhm?" She shook her head.
"Why not?"
"You'll hurt me." Right, I beat down men. Grownups.
"No I won't, darling. I won't fight back, because I need you to hurt
me. Make me feel helpless again so these voices will stop screaming at
eachother for one minute, Push Me! UH! Yes, jump on top of me, Ghn
ghinckhkapbPd!"
"Hh," I grabbed her arms. "Good, that's good." She giggled. "You feel
better too?"
She jumped on me, laughing. "Uh, huh, huh huhuhuh!"
I just pushed her back, to my pelvis, thankfully gravity sucked down
anything she could hit, but she spanked me as long and hard as it took to
work whatever it was out, and stop. Holding my arms, at the wrists.
"Hhmn!" She opened her eyes, "I wuv wu, Ian." She came down to kiss me.
Mother {Fb...F Meme NS}
"I thought I told you to stay away from her." She jerked My May in by
the arm.
All right? "Morion." You can talk to My mother.
"She needs us." Singular, "For her behavior." Well, about half a year of
her, with her boyfriend, and D&D buddies, and working on the fantasies of
her marriage. And the pirate, Morion, who's mean with a jumprope.
"What do you know, about my daughter, Boy?" Good, confrontational.
Keeps her in the conversation, instead of trying to close the door.
Why are they so slow?
You get used to it. Why he has 3x the processing speed.
"I knew she wath getting raped by your huzbind," Jump right through the
slamming door, and turn. "How about you?"
So, just like in Combat.
Right, we're overclocking, you're gonna need a nap after this Ian.
{Okay.}
"Uh?" BSOD! Nhihihim! Guru Meditation #3.
"I could thell, because of her behavior." I reached up for her hand,
"Cummon," Led her off to the living room, "We need tho talk."
"HaVe a SeaT." She sat down, knees together, nodding.
"She, what she is going through right now are the early stages of an
Oppositional Defiant Conduct Disorder." More nods. "Which if left
untreated can make her a Psychopath when she grows up. So, what she needth
is a friend. One who understands, and isn't driven away by her impulsive
fits of Violence." Thanks, Ally.
Don't mention it!
"Now, I'm working on the fith of violenth," snap my fingers, "You
lithening?"
She blinked, nodded. "Good, but that meanth any more violenth, like
sthpanking, or pulling hew awm likeath can only make hew wanna be viowent."
"How do you know this?" She still looked suspicious, even with the
post-trance confusion.
"My Dr. thold me. Cuth I went through the thame thingth."
"Oh, her doctor could use a referral from yours."
"Her pediatrician?"
"No, her infant psychiatrist."
"Fow what?"
"Her Autism."
OH! Here, you slap your head, I'll take the helmet off to slap mine.
DUH!
;
May {bg Ther. gM Rape, FB.}
I love Ian, he feels so good behind me. Sitting up, back against the
fence. "May?"
"Uhuh?"
"I need to ask you something, but it will hurt."
"Okay."
"How did your daddy hurt you?"
"Nh," he held my arms. "Nhnhnhnhn!"
"You said he hurt you in bed?" I nodded. "At night?" I shook my head.
"Where was your mommy?" I shrugged.
"Gone." She come back, with bags of food.
"Good, okay, think back before he hurt you. Remember?" I nodded.
"Relax, he can't hurt you no more. What did he say?"
"Sleepytime."
"Did he put you down for a nap?" I nodded, "In your bed?" shake my head,
"In his bed?"
"NhmhnHN!" Nodding.
"Lying down," keep nodding, and crying. "Now, I know this is hard, but
could you lie down with me, like you did with him?" I shook my head. "It's
okay, let's just lie down, it's me, I love you, you know I'll never do
anything to hurt you, but this is important." I was really shaking, like I
was, when he hurt me. "Did you lie down like this?" I nodded, sideways on
the ground. "Did he have his clothes on?" I nodded, again. "Did you have
your clothes on?" Keep nodding. "Okay, relax." He's rubbing my back again,
and that feels better. "Let's take a break, okay?" I nodded. "Up," he got
up, "Up!"
I got up. "Now, push me down."
I hit him, in the chest, as hard as I could, and he went down.
"EEEEEHHHH!" He got his arms up, so all I could do was hit his arms, so I
grabbed them.
"Uh!" Hit him, with my but, over and over until I was tired. Right on
the bone, I like that. Not as much as the teeter totter, but enough. I
just had to hit it more. "Hih hih hi h!"
"There, let go." he reached up, and my hands slipped down his arms. I
closed my eyes, to his hands on my face, then his lips under mine. "Nh sn
hn!" Until my breath was better.
"Okay, you ready to lie down again?" I shook my head, "It's okay, you
feel a little better about what happened?"
"No?" I shook my head, "Well," I nodded.
"Good, but we need to keep going, to feel better about all that
happened. It's okay, we don't have to lay down again, would that be
better?" I thought, and nodded. "Okay, sit down," he sat up too. "Come
here, let me hug you." That felt better too, and he rubbed my back some
more. "Relax, did he take your underpants off? Relax, it's okay, it's
over, this is how you stop reliving it."
"Hh."
"Did he take your underpants off?" I shook my head. "Did he put his
hand in your underpants?"
"Nh!"
"Relax, yeah, just hug me. Hug me real hard."
"Nhnhm!" Snph!
"He hurt you with his finger, didn't he?"
"Uh uh wahuhuhuh!" I could remember, him saying, nice tight pussy.
"WAAhahaha!"
"Let go," he pulled my arms, to hold me out, and look at me. "Now Push
me."
"WAhAhAhAhAhAhAh!" I beat him as hard as I could till my hands hurt, and
grabbed him to spank it out of me. I didn't understand spanking before.
Now I do, but momma don't spank me no more. She don't know how to do it
right, like Ian. "Hih hih hih hihn!" I nodded, he smiled back.
"Feel better?" I kept nodding. "You needed to push me, because you
didn't get a chance to push him away."
"I tried. His awm, he was too strong." He also told me how to say S. I
was wrong, he's not stupid. He's not stupid at all. "So, close your
eyes," I nodded, and he held my hands. On our knees, together, indian
style. "Now, you need to push it away. Push it all away. In your head,
you can see it now, that it's not happening, but it's a memory, just push
it away. Push it all away, and let it go."
"I can't!'
"Not now, but you will learn. Whenever it starts coming back, try to
push it away, hard. Pushing people doesn't work, you have to learn to push
it in your head." He put my hands on his shoulders. "Now push, not too
hard, but push in your head too."
I nodded, "It'h hawd!"
"Keep pushing, harder. Push it down, yeah." He fell back.
"Hhhh!" I opened my eyes. "It'h gone!" I blinked. And kissed him. He
shook his head.
"It's hiding. It's pushed down, where you can't see it, and it can't
hurt you, but it can come back. Just like it's always been coming back.
So, you have to keep pushing, and get better at pushing until you heal."
"I pwomith!"
"Good," I closed my eyes, so he could wipe it, and my wet cheeks with
his thumbs.
Now, hugznkisses!
I love Ian. He's not stupid, he's smart. And he lets me beat him up.
We got up, and he held my feet, to push me up the fence. I climb over,
careful not to scrape on the top, and step on the boards. Then I climb
down. "Okay," he runs up the back, and looks around. Oh yeah, stupid May.
I forgot to look. He jumped down. We held hands, and went to play.
{Yeah, her Lietmotif is: Tool - Pushit (Aenima)}
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{All shallow. Okay, the following clusterfuck is basically a Space/time nexus point, or one of the perpendicular paths going through it. Halloween 2015, the same year that Billy Young met "Ashe White" and Marion Benedict in the original Cyberserker/Atrocity Wars storyline. Only, after a couple laps around the local galactic cluster to retcon in Hystery, like the Morions, and prevent humanity from wiping ourselves out, again.}
May {gfm BDSM}
So, I heard about them, from Annie, and Terry. In that order,
Anne/Terry, so I came out to see the show. Well, we did, Ian tagged along
too. Everyone in all the schools, we talked to at least, heard about the
shows. Next one Halloween, thought we'd check it out. Party, out in the
sticks, don't know the house. Big ass yard, no neighbors, just fields and
trees around it, 4' fence about 90' back from the sides, and a treehouse
you can see from the road.
"Who're you?" the lady at the door took my double breasted trenchcoat
with the sleeves ripped off.
"Morion." Shifted my cap.
"Never heard of her."
"Yeah," Ian stepped around, "Nobody's heard about the pirate Morion
Alberich-touPori, Herzogin of Petchet, and queen of the first fleet to
Moria." And kept walking, "You got anything to drink?"
"There's sodas, no alcohol, nor any other drugs, you hear me?" He
nodded.
I looked her over from horns to tail. "You're a goat?" Black pumps,
heavy heeled with teardrop open toes, and what looked like a knitted wool
vest with an underflap buttoned up front.
"Yes."
"Nice horns!" Leather skullcap, no ears, just cut open around them, but
a chin-strap.
"Thank you!" She looked me over, "How old are you?"
"We're 7." He brought me a Dr. Pepper, no ice, and I sipped it. "Is
this really a fetish party, for kids?"
I just looked around, drinking like half of it. Okay, it does look like
I could tie him to that chair, table, couch, table, table...
"Yes," I nodded with her too.
"Where is everyone?"
She shrugs, "Small town." I grabbed a butterfinger from the bowl by the
door.
"We're into fetish." Nod.
"What kinds?" She sat down.
"Well," I paced, "B&D, role-playing..." Turned back.
"Did you say "D&D"?"
"That too," I shook my head, "but Bondage, and Discipline." She turned
back...
"Is that a whip?"
"Yeah," I pulled the lash out of the ring.
"Did you make it?"
I pointed, "He did, it's cotton, from tapered strips of sheets." I
handed it over.
"This is an Ercole knot," he held up the lash,named after the
southernmost Tuscanes port. "But you can tuck it through the ring pommel
for binding, or just slip the loop through it." TWIP
I caught the ring when it straightened out, and he let it slip to the
end, held out to me. Twohl. I brought it back. "But I do the binding,
and beating."
"Why?"
"Uh!" I can't, "Ian?"
"Her father finger-raped her, when she was four. So, I beat him up, and
she's been working it out on me for the past 4 years."
"You're 7?"
He nodded, "But I was six at the time."
"Uh oh." She's going away.
"Here, sit down. Huh! We figured it out, together. You wanna talk
about it, or can we show you what we're talking about?"
"Yeah, fine, go ahead."
He reached back for the handle of the sword. Just draped over my
shoulder, I TWIPed the ring end over diagonally, and he stepped around to
slap at me. He got another slap to my hip. So, I sidestepped, hit his
elbow, swung my leg back, and caught the ring, to duck under his backhand,
and hit his hip with my shoulder.
He went down, so I rolled him back, and put my knee down on the front of
his pelvis.
"Huh!?" I looked over, "Like that." Stepped back, and helped him up.
Pulling the whip back from around his knee, and draping it over my
shoulder.
"Where did you learn to fight that way?" Tucked the lash through, and
let it hang.
I nodded, "He taught me," sideways.
"And where did you learn it?"
"Uh? All over the place," he looked in her eyes, "I've been in a lot of
fights." Nodded seriously, "It's a long story."
"Uh!" she shook her head, "And you've been doing that."
"Since kindergarten," I nodded.
"So, you expecting any other kids to show up?"
"Well, you're going to have to surrender your sword." She snapped for
it. "And you, are..?"
"A princess," he nodded. "Charmaigne." He held up his hand, giggling,
for her to kiss.
She shook her head, "Well, my sister should be back with the kids, huh!
Can I get you something?"
"No," I flash-stepped in to push him down on the coffee-table, and put
my knee down between his legs. "You mind if I do him here?" I pulled the
belt off the pink taffetta dress. Swung the buckles around the leg, and
caught them to thread them through, and pulled them tight.
"No, go right ahead."
"First, you need to know she doesn't like to be touched, and can react
violently." Ian nodded.
Twil! I caught my belt buckles, and looped them at the top of the other
leg.
"How is she doing that?" I finished tying his other wrist.
"Practice," I nodded. For 2 years, it works.
"She also has limited social communication skills, but she's bright and
creative in there. Just has trouble expressing it."
"Ooh," I rubbed him through his pants, "Good and hard."
He looked down, "Yes." nodded.
"And what about you, Charmaine?"
"I've got a very, active imagination."
"He tells the best stories," I turned around to get on, and held his
legs. "UH!" Spanked him into me as soon as I got it lined up. "Hihn!" And
rubbed it in.
"Frotteurs?"
"Frotteuse?" I shook my head, "Hihn!" Closed my eyes. "UHN!"
"Huh!' she reached down, "You mind if I?"
"No, tell her."
"That's all right."
"What kind of sword is this?" she held it up, side down, "Or is it a
dagger?"
I got up, "Cinquedea," shook my head, "You hold it like this," I flipped
it back, "To brace your forearm in the ferule," traced it with my finger.
"To parry, or slash to the sides." I held it out, swinging on my thumb
through the pommel.
"So, he can cut free."
I shrugged, "Or fight, hunt, defend ourselves. We're passing through
town."
"So, you're the 'wild kids,' they're talking about?"
I nodded, "Just us," climbed back on.
"I think they said Feral, actually."
Facing him, I ran my hands through his curls, and twisted my fists to
pull them. THUNK his head back, not too hard onto the table. "Huh!"
Ground myself in. "HIHN!" Hit the sensitive spot.
"Huh, so I was in foster care, my mom killed my sister, and her
girlfriend. Long story, you don't want to hear it. So," he shrugged, "We
ran away."
"Sh!" I kissed him. "OM!" Spanked his hardness. "SNH!" Rubbed it in,
between our bones. "Huh!" Nodding.
"We don't have sex, yet."
"This is very erotic play."
"Yes, well she takes it as far as she can. I also have to discipline
her, when she behaves badly."
"You are very well spoken, and confident."
He nods, "My mother was a history teacher."
"I teach English," she looks away, "Not professionally."
I understand. "Because you're a pedophile."
She shook her head, "Child molestor. And lesbian, but I don't love
them. Children, I just molest them."
"Girls."
"And wrinkly old ladies, but one of those is legal, I don't really care
how old they are."
"Not me." Ian looked up, so I nodded. "Tell her."
"I believe that's a waived consent." He nodded.
"Okay, I guess I should go over the ground rules, and consent is one of
them. We may get to some demonstrations, like your swordfight, but no one
will force you to do anything you don't want."
"They can't." I nod, "We won't let them."
"Fair enough, and you wouldn't mind putting on another demonstration,
when they get here?"
"Not at all." I shook my head, too.
"Huhuh!"
"Hold on."
"Is she having an orgasm?"
I nodded.
"Yes."
"Ah, there they are." she got up, "Do you mind staying there, princess?"
"Not at all. Get off, May."
I nodded, and fixed my britches to meet everyone. Went out to the porch
with her. She lit a cigarette.
"Okay, that's Dwayne, and Euphrot up front" they got out, "Terry, Annie,
and Kat in back."
I nodded, "Who's that?" I pointed. The one that's not Annie, Terry, or
the black Kat, in back.
"I don't know her."
"Listen up," I stepped down the stairs, pushed my cap up, "I'm Morion,
line up boys, to girls. Terry on the end." He's a slave. He likes it, I
shrugged. "Euphrot, Dwayne, are you boys or girls."
"No, miss Morion."
"Just Morion, or Captain will suffice. Go on?"
"I am half male."
"Euphrot?" Looks central European.
"Yes, Dwayne here," she put her hand on it's shoulder, "Is halfway
to-male, and s*He is Mine." I nodded. "The rest can speak for themselves."
"So, female-born." S/he nodded. Dressed as an Amazon, right down to the
missing breast.
"Annie," nodded, "Kat?"
"Pantheress," she nodded, "Totally female."
"And you are;"
"Iris," almost at attention, "Lesbian."
Turning back! "Now, let me lay down some ground rules." From the
Lesboses end, I held up my finger, "#one, I don't like to be touched. I
can touch people, but it helps if it's someone I trust, or if they're bound
so that It don't triggers a random fit of violence. What's your name?" I
turned to the porch.
"Ah, Asetryx?"
"Asteryx," I nodded, "You wanted a demonstration?" She nodded, "Then go
get me coat, and the sword."
"Yes, Morion."
"Just call me May," I smiled at her. "She is a slave?" Thought, so.
"A bottom, but a power-bottom."
"What does that mean?"
"A dominant masochist" I shook my head.
"What?"
"She makes you abuse her."
"Okay, yes. Now, watch quietly."
I walked up to the foot of the stairs.
"Swing me the whip," I caught it. "Now, you have the high-ground, I
showed you how to hold the sword?" I stepped back, and turned my shoulders,
skew to my hips to drape the lash along the ground. "Now, you just have to
make it down the stairs. Safely, you understand?"
"Yes, May."
Twhlwihip! She snatched her foot back from the top of the step, and I
yanked back the loop, turning up-side-down to SNAP! it in her face. She
jumped back, a step to the door.
TwholL, it rolled back to a stop behind me. "Use the sword, you won't
make it without." I switched grip, covering my hand with my body.
"Uhm,"
"What is it?"
"Who," She shook her head, "Trick-or-treaters." pointed.
"Then grab the bowl." I nodded, still didn't look back. "Time out,"
Twihol! I caught the lash by my leg, and pulled the knot through the ring
to hang at my hip. Turning to look back, then she came back out with the
bowl. "You lied to me."
She smiled, guiltily.
"That's one lash."
"Okay." she set the bowl on the post to reach up for the beam over her
head. Nodded, but I was already pulling the knot out of the ring, swinging
it underhand. More like a flail than a lash, but a light head with
streamers to slow it down in the air, it stopped somewhere behind me, but I
felt and heard it, TWOHL! Come around, and WhHK!
"Uh!" He just pulled up, and her head fell back, but her toes didn't
leave the top of the step. From breast to hip, it all shook beautifully,
but cotton on wool, I didn't even hit her that hard. "Huh! Thank you,
miss may."
"Morion." I nodded, "Just Morion."
TwhHlip! I caught, and tucked the knot through to pull, and hang at my
hip. "Enough of a demonstration?"
"How old are you?"
"Iris?"
She nodded.
"I'm eight, how old are you?"
"Nineteen."
"Really?"
"Same age as her." she nodded, pointed out Pointed at Kataryn.
"Ys, um. How'd you do those, spots?"
"Body paint." nodding, "And a tanning light. Rosettes, technically."
"Good, what do you do?"
"I'm a dagger-bottom. I fuck girls, but they have to make me."
Cat got out of line. "Can we go next?" Behind Terry, to push him
forward.
"Better use the kitchen."
She set the bowl back by the door, so I followed her up. Pulled the
sword from the other side of the rail. Just stuck in the top of the 4x4
post, I turned back. Sidestepping to let the older ones walk past. "Here,
Iris. You know how to fight?"
She looked down, red faced, and shook her head.
"Take it, you're about to learn."
"Help me with this."
Terry picked up Ian, and helped her carry him in the back. Euphrot, and
Dwayne got on the sides, and helped pass him through when they got to the
door. That explains why it's so long, and narrow, which also helps stand
on either side.
"You don't mind if I run the show, in My own house?"
"Your ship," shrug, "We'll be out back. You good, Ian?"
"Yes, Morion." They stood him up, in the corner where he could rest the
legs against the walls.
"Now Kat, do you know how to do a hand-job?" She pulled out a chair.
She shook her head, and sank down to sit on her legs, so Mrs. Asteryx
say on the chair. Backwards, she put her arms up on the back.
"Boys, girls, would you like to demonstrate?"
"Is this the back door?" She nodded. So, I flipped the switch, "We'll
be out back," I had to unlock the knob, but the bolt and chain weren't
done, so I pulled it open. "After you, Lady Iris." I waved my hand, and
bowed over it.
"Ihihihn!"
;
Euphrat {AT/m Dom Mast Pseu}
I took his arms, "Dwayne, demonstrate." I nodded, gently. "On your
knees."
"Huh!" she looked down. I held them back, but he doesn't fight it.
Mind a handjob. "Snh?" She wiped her eyes.
"Is she crying?" I nodded. "Why?"
"Misandry. She hates boys, and men. Go ahead," I pulled his arms beck
by the elbows, and looked over his shoulder, "Get it out."
She looked up, zipped open his pants, but stared at my eyes.
"Don't hurt him." I stared back. "Undo the belt, and button, too."
"Yes, Euphrat."
"Now, you need to start off slowly, because men can't Control
themselves, isn't that right, bitch?"
"Yes, Euphrat."
"Good," he got it right. So, I pulled the leash up, under his crossed
wrists, and around the one on the outside. "Good bitch." I couldn't pat
his head, cats-eyeing back and forth behind, and in front of his wrists. I
wrapped it around the middle, and pulled the rest around, horizontal to
pull it all tight.
"UH!"
"Just stand there, and take it like a man." I walked around to watch.
"Okay, stop pumping, and just rub up and down the bottom. Yes, like that,
tease him a little while to keep him hard, but don't get him off yet. No
hurry."
"Snh! ngH!" She nodded, and swallowed.
"Now, this dry masturbation is good if they're not circumcised, but
since he is, it helps to get him wet. Not enough skin to use instead of
lube." I gently took a handful of her hair. "Go ahead," didn't push her,
"Hold it, and lick the underside." She nodded first.
"Nh," closed her eyes, but started with her thumb, and lapped up to the
tip.
"Huhuh!" His hips flexed, and his buttocks. I felt around to them.
"Kiss it," she nodded her curls against my abs, "Just suck the tip."
"Nh, snh! Ugh!"
"Yeah." He couldn't hold her head, the loose foamy curls without the
relaxer so it combs out straight, like Cat's braided tail. She crawled
around, sat, and crossed her legs, the plush velvet rop draped over her lap
to watch.
"Just rub the crack in the underside with your tongue."
"Hah!" she looked up, and stuck her tongue out, to "Lahl!" obey the
letter of the instruction, having not said to keep sucking it. "Hhuh!"
"Now suck it again." She nodded down, for me to pull him back, and slip
my fingers in his open pants, and grip his buttocks.
"Whl, guhl! Kahk!"
"Don't swallow it, just spread it around with your mouth."
"Uh, huhl. Ngh!" It ran down to her knuckles.
"Good, that's good. You're such a good guyl."
"Thank you Euphat."
"Now, just rub it on with your hands." she nodded, but I backed up to
walk around, and pull his pants down to his knees. "See, now it's slick
enough for her to concentrate on the head, and frenulum. Use your thumbs,
yeah."
"Huh, uh!"
"Hold still," I covered his mouth.
"Mhm?" He nodded. "Mh!" He jerked out of her hand, but I rubbed it in,
and felt over to the other side.
"Suck it again."
"Mh!" I slapped him back into her mouth.
"Ugh, khah!"
"You may need to re-apply the spit, but there's no such thing as too
much lube. Turn around." I guided him by the leash. "Get him wet, inside
too."
"Huh, mh?" She turned away, but her hands shook when she brought them
up, to spread him open.
"Go on, eat him out, like a pussy."
"Nh, uhpf!"
"Hold still," I took his handle. "You like lesbians, Terry?"
"No."
"You like to watch? Look around, at all these lesbos, watching you.
You want them to watch you, get fucked?"
"He's ready," she nodded, behind him.
"All right, go ahead, and strap it on."
"Yes, miss Euphrot, thank you miss Euphrot."
I winked, "She likes this part, but first you have to get him wet, you
understand."
"Uh huh!" her ears nodded, and her tail bounced behind her. She licked
her fingers, and pulled the tufts up on the end.
The doorbell rang, so She closed the doors on the way out.
"Silence, until she deals with the trickortreaters."
She nodded again, but scooched forward, back up on her knees, and pushed
my hands out of the way. I just stepped back, to watch her practice what
she learned.
"Here," I kneeled down beside him, "Let me get you wet."
"Uh!" he hunched.
"I said quiet."
"Thanks for coming out," she didn't slam the door, but I heard it.
Closed it pretty loudly.
"Ihn!"
"Now, you want to start out slowly, with anal."
"Yeah!"
"Cum around and watch, a minite. You can keep jerking him from the
side."
"Yeas, mrs Euphraught."
"Just Euphrat, or sir will do."
"Yes, sir."
"Not a word," I patted his face, "You can grunt, or moan, but anything
else is a safe word." Covered his lips with my thumbs. "Got it?"
"Hmhm." he nodded.
"Good," I walked over to the table, in the corner. "Would you like me
to touch you?"
"Oh, yes sir." He must be small, and young looking.
"Are you male?" Or over-developed.
"Yeah, but I don't like it. Huh!"
"Uh!?" I felt it, up under his skirt.
"Gay, straight, or bi?"
"No, pansexual. I care more about you than what you are." she sniffed,
"Intersex?"
"Yes?" His skirt pulled up, I pulled the panties down, under his
scrotum. His very hairy scrotum.
"What kind?" I pulled it, with my thumb hooked underneath.
"Unique?" I shook my head, "They aren't calling it Stanislaw disroder,
yet, but my doctor says it's unprecedented. May be because of some shots
my mother got in England, and here for her green card."
"What kinds of shots?"
"Vaccines, and an experimental abortifactant. She participated in a
study in England, but it never went to market. Huh! Apparently, it caused
my X chromosome. You know what that is?"
"Yes, It's the recessive, sex determining one, the opposite of the
dominant Y."
"Yes, well that normally shuts down the other X. In chymaeric females,
like calicoes, it does it randomly. But I have a Y instead. For some
reason, my X randomly shut down the y in some cells."
"Which caused your heterochromism." He looked at my eyes, then up to my
hair.
"Yes, most people don't notice it," especially with most of the light
coming from the side.
"Double recessive pairs," he nodded, "Different browns."
"Yes, but it also caused my gonads to form differently, a teste, and
ovary."
"Which explains your androgyny."
"Yes," he closed his eyes, "I was born feminine, and identified as
female until puberty started. Now, I make testosterone, and sperm between
my periods." And get regular growth spurts, from both.
"Huh, huh? Mh!" He wet himself, and it soaked through the skirt, so I
kept rubbing it in until it went soft. "Huh, huh!" The table shook, and
rattled between the walls. "And I have priapism, you mind if I untye
myself?"
I looked at this hands, pulling the fabric tongues down between his
fingertips, so the loops got smaller, and smaller.
"No, go ahead." I shook my head. "You are, stunted, or overdeveloped?"
He shrugged, "A little of both. Huh! My gonads, and genitals started
developing when I was five, so I've basically been starting puberty for the
last 3 years, but it stunted my bone growth."
"But not your muscles," his arms are wirey, but I also felt a lot of
definition in his midriff through the top, and bottom of the dress.
I stepped back, and he stretched. "Huh! Thanks." He took my hands, and
"SLURP!"ed it out of my cupped one, then licked the rest off the thumb, and
backs of my fingers with the other. "Slah, huh! Glng. And sexually?"
"Well, I call it Omni, but it sounds the same as Pan;." I nodded.
"I don't know," he shrugged, "Never met him." He fixed his undies, and
smoothed down his skirt.
"Who?"
"Pan," he nodded at the door, "Closest I ever came was Nymphs, like
Asteryx, here."
Just standing in the doorway, arms up to lean in, and watch.
"Or Satyres, Nymhpophiliacs?"
"Yeah," she looked over, "I like that."
"Huh!" I looked back, sounded like Dwayne was about done, "Heah, here."
Bottoming out in him, she held the small of her back, and cradled her
breast, so feel the scar under the muscle. "Yeah!"
"OAUHHHH! Mh!" He nodded. The little kitty lapped it up, catching it
her mouth, and as it rolled down with her tongue.
"Mh, myeah, Lnh! Meowh!"
"All right," she walked in clapping, "Let's take a break, for
refreshements."
'Yeah," she rubbed up, and down his back, "Faggot."
"Huh!" he hunched. "Uhng!" his head went up when she pulled out.
"Huh!" he nodded.
"Uh, huh!" The dong fell down, to push the ridge on the back deeper into
him. "Here," I helped her, and turned the chair behind her, "Sit down."
Gripping it with both hands, s*He pushed, and bumped it hard into his
cleft, and clit. {* the s* is silent.} "Huh, huhH, yeah! UNH!" Her breast
bounced on her arm, and s*He felt the scar, pumping, and bumping it into
her.
Mostly auto-erotic anyway, I petted his hair. Shaved on the sides, and
faded to a loose tangle of curls, dyed red, and trimmed to a point in back.
Other than the Furries, and the new kids, nobody in costume. We all
came out, as ourselves. The vanilla normals dress up for Halloween. We
just don't have to dress normal.
Ding-dong! "Uh!" she buttons up, and closes the open kitchen door. I
follow her out to the living room.
"Aren't you a little old to trick, or treat?" she dropped the candy-bar
back in the bowl. I grabbed a pack of M&Ms.
"Yeah," he shook his head, "I'm here for the party?" He looked over her
shoulder, I looked away, but smiled, hotfaced.
"Who are you?"
"Lucas." she pushed him back, but I heard wheels on the gravel. Nothing
from the kitchen. "Or, Batman." Obviously, "I'm Batman."
"Looks like some more guests are arriving," she turned from the porch,
"Why don't you talk to him upstairs."
"Yes, Mrs.*tryx,
I started up, he followed. "So, Lucas, you can take your mask off."
"Uh, okay."
"You want to keep the cape on?"
"No, that's all right. It's hot, and kind of gets in the way."
I turned around in the hall, "Are you a virgin?" I stopped him with my
hand to his foam padded chest. Store-bought batman costume, but a pretty
good one. Almost like a nerf-ball.
"No," he looked away, "Of course not."
"Ever been," I turned him back, "Raped, molested, or sexually abused?"
Right in the eyes.
"What, are you kidding?" he shook his head.
"Come on," terrible liar, "Gay, straight or bi?"
"Straight," I opened the door on the right.
"Male, trans, or intersex?"
"Oh, I'm all man."
"Uhah?" I shook my head, "We'll see about that."
"What's intersex?"
"Born neither male, nor female, due to any of a number of congenital
conditions."
"Huh," he shook his head, "Congenital?"
"Yeah," I backed him to the bed, "Means born this way," Pushed him back,
"Now I'm a top." I nodded, "That means I drive. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure," he shrugged up on his elbows, so his body actually went down.
"The nice thing is that means you don't have to do anything."
"Okay," he turned to follow me, around to the bedside.
I pulled out the drawer, a rubber, the lube, and a glove.
"Your first time. Now, I'm going to try a few things," I pulled it on,
and squeezed between my fingers, "To see what you like."
"Okay."
"Don't touch it. Like I said, don't do anything, I'll take care of it."
"Sorry," he let go.
"Good." I bent down, and kissed his forehead. "Where you spanked?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't like it." Frowning and shaking his
head.
"Here," I undid the rest of the velcro, RIPP! "Take off this costume."
"Okay, Ofraut."
"You know my name?"
"Yeah, the guy that told me about this party. Huh! I saw you in town,
and he came up to talk to me, about you."
"What did he tell you?"
"He said to ask you. But you'd be here, at the party."
"He said what kind of party?"
"Yeah," he nodded, "Fetish."
"You have any idea what that means?"
"Kinky sex?" he guessed.
"Yes, but you're attracted to me."
"Yeah," he looked at my arm, slowly stroking away, my other hand up on
his shoulder. "You look real strong."
"You like the glove," I switch hands, "Or without?"
"I like your hand better, without it."
I kneeled, beside him. "You know how to put a rubber on?" He shook his
head, "Here, let me show you."
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Archive {mOa Poss BDSM}
{So, she sent her request, for Genophages, and I happened to be in a
pretty decent body, for the time, so I met them here. At the party, and
she didn't recognize me. Recognized her, but smelled the anomaly on Herm,
right away. I'd lurked 15 years in this body, and had all the time in the
world.}
"Uhn!" He grinned up, even as the ring rolled down, I just held him back
at the brink of orgasm. Yeah, he likes it though. "Huh!" Shivering to get
off.
"You ever had a hand and mouth job before?"
{"SNhhhhh!} Yeah," he lied.
{Definitely an unique blend of sex-hormones, I'd ask about later.}
"Let me know if you like this better."
"Huh!?" {Still not much of a personality of his own, but difficult when
I'm overwriting one into him.}
"SmpB!"
"Huh!" s/he pulls his hands off, "Sit on them."
"Yea{s, Maam?}"
"Euphrat will do."
"{Euphrat.}" Phoenician accent.
"Euh," she shook her head again. "Say that again?"
"{Auphrot?}" Sumarian. "{Or would you prefer Euphratt?}" Lower
Egyptian.
"Mh!" she grinned, "I like all the ways you say it." She shook her head.
"Yes, 'Euphrot'." Her accent. Americanized Czech, or Slovac, possibly
Serbian, sounds like. "What's it mean?"
"You heard of the Tigris, and Euphates rivers?" I shook my head, "Well,
they went around the garden of Eden."
"{Well, actually it was a valley, east of Gibraltar.}"
She looked up, "I sailed through there, there is no valley East of
Gibraltar."
"{Not any more,}" I grinned, and winked.
"Hahaha, you got me. You want to talk?"
"You can keep playing with it," I leaned back on his elbows. "All you
want, where you from?"
"Hm? Oh, Czecheslowakia."
"Czeck, or Slovak?"
She grinned, "Slowak, and," she looked down. Closed her eyes, 'umh!"
Let go, and sat up.
"You mind?" I held his hand up, and waved it next to his dick.
"No, go ahead."
"Is it something I said?"
"You didn't know, but my mother, was gangraped by bloody Russians."
Bloody as in the British Idiom "So, you sailed to England first."
"Huh, my mother did, I was born in Liverpool."
"You don't have much accent."
"Well, we move here when I was 4, or 5," she shook her head, "So I
barely spoke yet."
"And, you. I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you transitioning
to a man?"
"Not exactly," s/he got up to pace, "It is, complex, but the short
answer is I have one of each gonad. I started out a girl, but now I have
male growth spurts." South central European sentence structure as well. I
nodded.
"Like you said out front." In the Morion's line. "Yeah," he nodded.
"Huh, so you want to finish it off?"
"{Yeah.} Ngh!?" I tucked it still twitching in the latex, and got up,
fixing my pants. "{How doyouknow her?}"
"I don't."
"Oh, great party."
She nodded, "Oh," stopped on the stairs, "This a private party?" I
followed her down to the goat-lady feeling up the old cat-lady, and Morion
holding his wrists to suck him off. A couple girls stopped whispering in
the corner.
"{Seriously, great party." and I'm more than man enough to admit it. It
takes a lot of perversion to impress me, and shewed it on his face.}
"Oh," she blinked, "Thanks."
"See you later, Morion?" I looked back, and pulled the door. And the
cyberdemon I could still feel piggybacking on her nervous system.
"Yeah," she grinned, and turned back, to 'pulling rope.'
Stopped in the kitchen, and grabbed a bear from the kitchen. Checked
the cap, and PCH! Pried it off with my thumbnail. It popped off, and
tumbled into the corner trashcan, nothing but net. I grinned.
The little princess stopped spanking him with the Cinquedea. "I'm
Lucas," Raised the longneck, "You're with Morion?"
"Here," he handed over the beerbong, the end disappearing between a
teenager's legs. "Ian," he held out his hand.
"{Hello,} Ian." I shook it.
"HmhihehuhaHA!" He grinned and winked, "You wanna head out back?" Wonder
where he learned that from? Remarkable impersonation.
"What about?" I pulled the door.
"Oh, you know, the Genophages I asked for?"
"Where'd you hear about Genophages?"
"Turtle Mountain? You getting senile in your old age, Bassy?"
"Mandy?" I hugged them.
"Yeah, you miss me?"
"So who's that in there?" Hooked a thumb over my shoulder.
"Morion?" She knocked on my head, "Duh, didn't the Kap give it away?"
"You overwrote to the Neuronano!"
"Yeah, why I need Genophages, to pass this on."
"And you Wrote your personality onto this host!" I slapped his knee.
"Haha! You never cease to surprise me!"
"Happy Halloween," she breathed out, the rest of her breath, and kissed
me.
"Whhhhhh!:."
{I'veGotThePerfectBodyLinedUp.}
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Jerk {tfffF/M Hand Rape NS. There's your warning.}
The girls, giggling, and talking to eachother. Hot young things,
though. And don't they know it? Drinking their sodas, and looking so sexy
in their short skirts, skimpy little tops, and makeup.
High-school-to-college sluts, and this is a meat market, so they're gussied
up like thanksgiving dinner. I can't even pick a favorite, but I got a
good imagination. Her legs, datass, those titties, and the pretty one's
face. Blonde hair of course, top, and bottom.
"Hey," the other girls giggle, "Would you mind giving us a ride home?"
"Huh?" I shifted the position of my legs, to conceal my raging erection.
"Yeah, you have such a nice car, and all."
"Sure," fat chicks, no hairy bears pulling out, and jerking off on
eachother's asses. "Yeah," stand up proudly. No shameful bulge for them
to gasp, and cover their smiles, eyes going wide. No, dogs taking a dump.
"Right this way, ladies..."
"What year is it?"
"'86, V8, four barrel;" Reach up to the ignition, and slip in the key.
VHROOM!
They laughed, and turned back and forth, excitedly to eachother. I love
spring, when they break out of all the winter clothes. "Get in."
Most of them crammed in the back seat. "I'm Sylvia."
"Jane, Tiffany, Candice, Charlotte."
"Where too, girls?" Looks like ranging in age from 20 to 15? Give or
take. "You want me to buy you some beers, or something?" Pull out of the
parking lot. Coffee shop, but also got a blender, soda fountain, whatever
the fuck smoothies are. Like I said, spring.
"Where's your place, it's boring at our folk's house, and we like to
party. Right girls?" 5 teenaged party-girls, I can't say you ever get used
to it. I figure they just don't know any better, and are out to experience
as much as they can while they're young, and hot.
"You bet!" I know the way. "How old're you girls?"
"You smoke pot?" Sylvie pulled a joint out right on the road, but looked
around, and held it down. I put the armrest down, so they could pass back
through the split bench.
"Yeah, let me get a hit." They passed it along, the 15 year old was kind
of cute, or the shortest one. Petite, nice tanned thighs up to the bottoms
of those tight shorts.
"We're all bisexual, so you don't mind if we use your place tonight,
right?"
"Wow, you cut right to the chase, huh?" Sylvia's obviously the pack
leader, shotgun, basically a woman, and a bit bossy. Not that I mind, just
make a note of it, so you know how to treat her. She took a hit...
"Whooh!" M! "Good shit, man!" I crossed my eyes, then focused on the
turn. "Yeah! I got this dealer down in Rancho, but it's like $45 an
eighth, so he won't come up for less than a half-zip."
I nodded. "Carlos?" Also probably a street level dealer, by the gram
for profit.
"Oh, you know him?"
"I know everyone in town," and some people down around Pour que. "Where
you girls from?"
"California." Figures, the Beach Boys already running through my head.
"We're all adopted. So, not really like sisters, at all."
I looked back. ,:) "I see that." I put it together, "So, your foster
dad..."
"Yeah, he's a total perv, like you." She rubbed my arm, "We like you."
The other girls laughing, and nodding.
"So, what'd he do, to you?"
"Oh, he just peeps on us, and gropes us, makes us kiss him goodnight.
He didn't molest any of you girls," all shake their heads, "Did he?"
"Of course not,"
"He doesn't have the balls."
"Just goes and jerks off, or fucks mom."
"She's totally in denial."
"Yeah," Sylvy rubbed my head. "You've got the balls, ooh he's big and
hard, too."
The girls giggled.
"This your first gangbang?"
"What?" Almost missed the turn. "No." Just the first all girls one.
"I'm bisexual too." I lied. Makes them feel more comfortable.
"Threesomes don't count. How many at once?"
"Idaknow, I go to some pretty kinky parties. Maybe 25, thirty?"
"Yeahbut, that's an Orgy. A gangbang's like this. 5 on one?"
"Yeah," I was one of the 5, but.
"It takes a whole lot of man to satisfy 5 girls, you got any friends you
want to call?"
"Nah," I got this, "You're bisexual anyway." You can help. I bet she
likes to, top, fuck the other girls. Yeah, I bet she's a dagger.
"It's my first!" The petite one raised her hand.
"Oh yeah, she's new."
"I'm like the replacement, when the other girls got too old."
I laughed, "Like any of you're too old. How old are you, Janey?"
"14?"
"Why," Sylvie, "Is that a problem?"
"Not at all," Old enough to bleed, I always say. Well, not out loud
around the girls, but you know. There's laws, but I'm basically not saying
no. What're they gonna do, call the cops? Take me in, I couldn't say no
to 5 gorgeous young girls. They're all teenagers, and they know what they
want. "Fine with me."
"You don't mind doing some JOI first, right?"
"JOI?" Kids these days, abbreviate everything.
"Jerkoff Instruction?"
"I never had a Handjob before," she giggled, "I mean, I seen movies,
but."
"Yeah, you got any porn, at your place?"
"I don't need porn," that's for losers. "Especially with five fine
ladies like yourselves." I don't get lucky, I'm good. "Sure you don't want
to stop for beers?" I don't even have a 6-pack at home.
"Ooh, pull over here." CVS. "BRB," she sauntered off, and I watched
that ass. Hey, she came back with a box of rubbers, so that's legal.
Bluejean miniskirt, nice legs, not the nicest, but I'd say a close second.
Kind of homely, with that nose, but I don't mind. Not a butterface by any
stretch, just knocks her down from an 8-7. With a good plastic surgeon,
she could probably do some modeling, and she's a California girl.
"Be right back."
"Where you going?"
"No, that's what BRB means."
"I know!" I'm not that old.
"How old are you?"
Janeys a bit of a bossy bitch herself!
"28," she laughed.
"Right."
"No, really," I reached back for my wallet.
"Well," whoops, did I flash the big wad of bills while I had it out,
$20s on the outside? How careless of me!
"Well, Al."
"The name's," she just saw my license.
"Uh!" she rolled her eyes, "Al, for Alpha?"
I don't really like her as much. Titless anyway, or practically titless
she's wearing a bra! Nice legs, and a pussy. I got something to shut her
up when we get back to My place. Never gave a handjob, eh? I don't need
to jerk off, either. How bout a blow-job, honey? Yeah, I'll blow your
mind, tonight.
Sylvy got back in. "All they had was the 12 pack."
"Could've saved you the money," Drop her in reverse. "Got plenty at
home."
"Well, we like these," she held them up, "Ribbed, for her pleasure."
"Great," I shrugged, "Just around the block." Almost there...
"Nice place," she sounds surprised.
"Yeah, I like to live well." Go ahead and get it out of the way, "Web
developer, I do some graphic design." Very graphic. "Wh? wait," look
around, but they're just pulling my arms back to help me get my pants open.
My shirt out, and unbuttoned, they just got in the way. Goes a lot faster
with 10 hands. "No," they're definitely holding me, "let me go?"
Now their giggles are starting to take on a sinister tone. "Now Al.
You don't want this to turn into a gang-rape, do you?"
"Nwh?" I think that's Sylvy's hand over my mouth.
She starts taking off her belt. I look down, finally notice. Matching
belts. All 5 of them black leather with 2 rectangular buckles. I never
really got into it, but I've seen those buckles. No tang, they can tighten
all the way. Around my wrists, "NWH!" I struggle, but there's 5 of them,
well 4, but 2 get down to wrap theirs around my ankles.
"I,"
"UPH!"
"Told you." Which leaves one to wrap around my hip, and swat my bare
buttocks. "You don't want to turn this into a gang rape. Do you?"
I shook my head, "NWH!"
"Then don't say No. You understand?"
I nodded. "HhH!"
"Good, now show me how this hand-job thing works."
The virgin is the top? I shook my head, or tried to. Sylvia held it in
both hands.
"Don't scream." She let go. "Here, have a seat." they dragged me back
to the couch, "First you have to make him comfortable."
"Uh,"
"SHUT UP!"
"uh, huhH?" I nodded.
"Then you have to get him hard."
"Oh, we can do that."
"Yeah," 3 girls, I guess it was more like 2 threesomes than a gangbang.
"Mmh!'
"Hmm!"
I just took in the show for a while, them kissing, and undressing
eachother. So, it's a femdom thing, the older one wants to train the
younger one, I can get into it.
"MmnhmM!"
6 hands, it all came off pretty well.
"Now, the trick is to go slow, so he doesn't get off too quick, but fast
enough he can keep it up,"
"Hey, MMH!"
"I said," she whispered, 'shut, up.' I nodded. "Good," she felt back
down my body, to seize it in her vice-like grip again. "You have a great
body, you must work out." I nodded.
Just watch the show, the girls were really getting into it now. More a
mass of writhing arms, and hungry gasping mouthes than 3 separate people,
but nice tanned girl flesh, sticking out, and rubbing together. Giggles.
"Mh, yeah. I bet you do." She squeezed it.
"Mrh!" Hard, but let go. "Hh!"
"Now, you want to change it up. Reverse grip, twisting." I squirmed,
"Ooh, he doesn't like that. Do you, boy?"
"MHR!" She gripped harder, twisting brutally like she wanted to unscrew
it or something.
"SPB!" She spat in her hand, "Some guys like crowning. Her wet fingers
came back down, and gripped the end, to slip around and round in her palm.
Wet, and sticky, I started shaking, and struggling.
"Ooh, he likes that!"
"NWR!"
"NO?"
She smacked me? I tried to hold my hand up, to feel it.
"Don't make it rape!"
"You can't rape me!?" All right, enough of this bullshit, "You're girls,
now I know you got this big fantasy, and honestly girls raping a man is
hot," they nodded. All of them, even the 3 dykes stopped, "But."
"No, do go on."
"Wha, well."
"There's 5 of us, and we're all going to rape you, tonight."
"NWH!?"
"Yes. Yeah, Uh uhuh? You bet!"
"But you're gonna be my first."
Sylvia had the back of my head, too, my hands were tyed, and the belts
under my legs, in a knot between them. "But you're going to get off
first."
"NWH!" So, that had to be her hands.
"Yes, then we're going to rape you. Gang-rape you, just as soon as I
jerk you off."
"PWH STHP!" I started crying?
"There, doesn't it feel good?"
"NWH?"
"Isn't this the way you like it? Or is it too slow? I'm not twisting,
or crowning, or nothin! You want me to go faster? Faster, yeah?" I just
shook my head, thrashing my shoulders with Sylvyia's arms wrapped around my
head now.
"NWRRRRRRRRR!" But I couldn't help it. Then she was crowning me, the
wet splashes in her palm, the tacky friction, and tickling slipping.
"Uh'nhmhUHkgh!" I just jerked around, like a puppet, from the brutal
treatment of my joystick, her hard little fingers twisting viciously, and
my useless struggles only making it worse, but I couldn't stop, and why was
it still hard!?
"Now," Sylvia said, but both hands slowed down. Didn't stop, but her
twisting hand slipped down to start slowly pumping again, and I was still
hard? Now, I've done it 5 times a night, more than one night, but the
slick crackling in her fingers, even the sick feeling of my balls, the way
she cupped them, and even worked her fingers into the taint spot
underneath.
"Hmh?"
It wasn't her first handjob. Actually, she felt like a
master-masturbator. If there is such a thing, I seriously don't need to
jerk off. Never did, had hot and cold running pussy, pretty much whenever
I want, since I lost my virginity when I was 13. But I've never had a
double orgasm. I heard, guys bragged about it, but I didn't believe it.
Guys lie, all right, but could she really, possibly keep me up, and get me
off again? What would it feel like?
"There," I blinked, she bit her lip, "Now he's getting into it."
"Selfish prick, still thinks he gets off, and that's it. And you
thought you could take on 5 girls. Teenagers, at your age? You're pushin
30, almost middle aged, and sure, you remember when you're cock of the
walk, but then what? You haven't thought about that, have you, loser?
You've been 18 for what, 10 years now? Ohh, you really want to keep it up
now, boyo, because as soon as it goes soft, we're going to rape you.
That's right, it's still on, doesn't make it any less rape if it turns you
on. You get off on it, you getting into it now? The bondage, the helpless
feeling? Being at our mercy? Because this mercy lasts just as long as you
can keep it up."
"HhH!" My legs shake.
"Oh!" she lets go, and it beats, twitching and spurting up to my chest.
"Yeah, he likes it now. YEAH?"
"Uh!" I started shaking again. "Stop!"
But she's jerking me so fast, and so hard, it won't go soft again. "You
like it? How bout some twisting," In bot wet slopping hands, "You like
this now?"
"Hhuh, yeah!" When did she let go of my head?
"Good," she went back to slow stroking.
"How the hell did you learn this?"
"Come on girls, doesn't he have a great bod?"
"Yeah, mh yeah! Mmhm!"
"Hh?" I looked around, "HhH?"
They were touching me, giggling, and feeling me all over. I don't know
who started kissing, and sucking my nipple first, but then the other one,
and I just squeezed my eyes, my head went back hard enough to push my
shoulders out, and I was thankful for Sylvia's arm over my mouth, pressing
my head into my chest, so I could yell as loud as I wanted, struggle as
much as the belts would let me, and she sat in my lap. Hands holding down
my thighs, I whacked the shit out of my shins under the coffee table, and
even that sharp pain felt incredible as my 3rd orgasm? Or maybe my fourth,
that sadistic bitch wouldn't stop until my balls were drained dry, and
shriveled up to nuts, and I was loving every minute of it?
"Huh!" she let go, "huh, huh!" I just looked up at the ceiling.
"All right, on the coffee table with him, he's ready."
"No, what're you doing?" 10 hands, don't even have to be that strong.
"I told you, we're going to rape you now!"
She giggled, "What she didn't tell you," she leaned down to whisper, 'is
you're gonna like it.'
"No!"
"Yeah!" she laughed, and the other girls giggled.
"Grab some lube, girls," they felt all over my chest, tummy, and
privates, "Butter him up good,!" then my legs, buttocks, and ass.
"No!" Someone grabbed my head, my money's on Syl. "MRH, SDB!"
I struggled as long as I could, but I already felt tired.
Weak.
Helpless.
"Can't rape the willing? Oh yes we can!"
"Uhn!" God, it felt so good! They were so gentle, and we're talking
about 100 fingers, counting the thumbs. "Uhh!" And her arms around me,
their hands all over me, pulling me apart, rubbing up and down my balls,
and dear god that never felt so good before. "Huhn!" How many is that, in
me? I lost count, but I felt spread wide open, and so full, and 'Uhhh
yeah!"
"He totally loves it!" They could peel my skin off, pull out my teeth
and nails with pliars, and it would feel good. I never felt, anything like
this, it was better than sex, and believe you me I scoffed whenever I heard
anyone ever say that before, but they tore me apart. I passed out at some
point, but I wanted it. All of it, everything forever, to make that
feeling last.
"Hh huh huh?"
I woke up on the coffee table. Passed out, sticky with my own dried
cum. and felt back for, "HhHhH!" It wasn't just a fucked up nightmare.
They totally could have rolled in a football team, a biker gang, and
probably passed me around the prison yard. "I need a beer."
I got up, and stood in front of the fridge.
"No, I need more beer.". What time is it. Well, the Allsups will be
open this late.
They left the box of rubbers. Right there, under the coffee table.
Didn't even open it.
"Fuck!" and they cleaned out my wallet.
And left pictures, on my computer. Don't ask me how, probably tortured
the password out of me, but I actually looked at it, and watched the
videos. With their phones, never saw any of them above the shoulders, but
it was hot, and brought back that helpless feeling until I jerked off,
watching it. For the first time, I learned to jerk myself off.
With proper instruction.
;
"Jane" {tdoM}
"Hey, uh." Now what is it? "Jane, right?"
"Oh," didn't recognize his voice. "You again." Rod, clever! Web
developer, wanna be pornographer, victim... "Uh! What is it now?"
"Uh," not so confident now, eh? "You think we could talk, somewhere
more private?"
"Back for more?" I nodded, and went around the building. Checked the
time. Hung around the schools, not a good sign. 2 High Schools, so not
that hard to find me, process of elimination.
"I can't get, what happened out of my head." He shook it, looked
ashamed.
"Good," I nodded, "Still doing the exploitation porn?"
"Hh? it's not exploitation porn."
I laughed, "Yeah, it is. Or if you prefer, dickporn, you really don't
know what you are, do you?"
"Well, if you're so smart."
"You're a PAMN," Rhymes with Damn, "Power Assertive Malignant
Narcissist. Why, what did you call it?"
"Pickup porn, I guess?"
"Yeah, that's the Power Assertive part. You cruise around looking for
sluts to shame, and post them on the internet. If it wasn't such an
obscure site, you probably would have been shut down because it's illegal."
"Well, can I get your number?"
"Uh!" fuck. "Look, I have to get to class, but yeah. Give me your
number, and I'll text you, or something, fine." Head back around the
building, "And stay away from high schools, you're getting too old for high
school girls. AND NO DICK PICS!" Shake my head. Great, now I got a
stalker. "I've seen it."
Well, there goes my cooldown, and probably my grades. I was supposed to
coast on that, for at least a month or two, but I guess I made him like it
a little too much. "Hh," now don't get narcissistic yourself, Ian. I need
to, Not do this. Sexual predators aside, I need a life, of my own too, and
this isn't helping.
But, despite myself I can't help thinking about how much he changed.
How much his arrogant confidence has shifted to self doubt, how we broke
his Denial, and how good the girls did their first time. "Hh," and yeah.
He's good looking, he's got that fucking smile, and those abs, and pecs,
and his big strong arms bound so all he could do was struggle helplessly.
"Hnnnn!" Through my nose, as it pulses out, between my scissoring
thighs. And here I am, wetting myself, in class, just thinking about it.
Fuck, this is bad. At least I can concentrate on my notes now, even as it
soaks in, and sticks to my leggings. The strap-down. "Hhhh." Concentrate,
Pre-Algebra, damn it! I hate math.
We're on it. What good does that do? We can work on it, so you can
concentrate on your lessons. Thanks, mom, but you know I'd really rather
think about dickhead than algae bra. Yes, I know, but you need to learn
this, for yourself, to get by in this world.
"Hhhh." You're right. As usual. It's hard, not being a malignant
narcissist, with 2 of them in my head, but I guess it keeps me humble.
Now, back to work. Yes mother. That's my girl.
Factors of 60. Well, 6x10, so that's (2x3)x(2x5) which is [2^2x3x5]
Now, 36...
;
Admeme {Pd NS}
So, you know the key to a man's mind is his Fantasies.
Yeah, and it really helps when they take video, then post them on the
'web.
So, let's review.
PoV Cock Worship, and exploitation porn.
Yeah, but you're totally wrong, he didn't dehumanize his victims, he
never humanized them in the first place.
Right, so Objectification.
Objectivication.
That's not a word.
I coined it, they're not sex Objects, but the goal. Pussy points, the
more notches on the belt, the more he's ahead of the competition. The
higher he can climb on the scrotum pole.
Hahaha! There's an image.
Thought you'd understand that better. So yeah, this is how they line
up, the Alphas. It's like a serial killer, only instead of keeping score
in kills, it's how many girls he fucked. In this case at once, or
whatever. You remember when he was a freshman, in the locker room, before
we decided to switch genders?
I decided.
All right, and good job on that, it really seems to work both for our
humility, and bait to flush out sexual predators.
Thank you, and good idea coming back here, now.
Well, it is, not only capital of the SW, but also one of the highest
sexual abuse cities percapita in the world.
Why? Do you think?
Mostly Culture, there's probably some geography in there too. Look, I'm
still learning some humility here too, and I'm not the Disciplinarian here,
I'm the serial killer, remember?
So, you're going to explain the Scrotum Pole.
Oh yeah, so the Locker Room talk, and other social outlets like it are
your Servers, or Hubs. Right?
I suppose?
It's where they network, to share stories of Conquest.
So, it's like a forum.
No, it's a Forum. It's evolved to the Newsgroups, and the Chatrooms,
but the original chatroom was probably the boy's room. I bet probably in
middleschool, when they have all these ideas about sex, but little to no
actual experience. This is where the cream starts floating to the top.
Haha! I love your imagery.
Thanks, but try to focus. In jr high, it's mostly lies, with the few
exceptions being the victims who're "lucky" enough to be sexually abused.
This corrupts the Meme, makes sexual abuse like maternal molestation "Not
rape," because boys aren't victims, of course.
Just ask them!
Right, but barring that, there isn't a molestee in every boy's room, and
even then, most of the reported ones are women, or changed to women from
male pedorasto, or older brother JOI. This becomes the Shared Fantasy,
boys don't understand girls, especially at that age, so they make stuff up,
and these myths are tainted by Chauvenism, like any other. Throw in Porn,
Circle Jerks, and sexually motivated assaults like towel snapping, and
little dick humiliation, you basically set the stage for modern sex myths:
Girls are just like guys, just as shallow, focussed on the visual, and
anatomy. This reduces boys to the Organ. They don't have tits, the ass
isn't erotic, because fags, so basically this forms boys into Dicks.
Like Rodney "Hot Rod" Wenzel.
Right, perfect example, and basically what this background was all
about. Thanks for bringing it back around to the Case in Point: He's a
Narcissist, and after the Fantasy, you look at what he says. Especially
repetetive concepts like "I don't need porn. I don't need to jerk off..."
The former is ironic for a wannabe pornstar, but you saw how he went about
it. PoV, cock worship, pickups, and blowjobs to facials in his Car. This
is the Power-Assertive part of being a PAMN. The Malignant Narcissism is
where he needs a mirror, to see how awesome he is, and show the world.
That's why he needs Porn, it's not enough to know he's the biggest cock on
the block, he wants everyone to know. Especially the women he uses to
reflect it, literally all over their faces. It's not just the cum, it's
the reaction. The expression on their faces, the gasps when they see it.
Like the flash when we finally lifted his skirt.
Okay, that's skipping ahead to MO.
Well, I think I understand the mindset now.
Of course you do, you're the pirate Demigoddess. You were a PAMN in
drag, they just didn't have a name for it yet. But anyway, that's
basically what I did.
We did.
Okay, and the girls helped too, so I didn't have to kick his ass, and
tye him up myself. But now you see what I did there. You felt it, and if
you look over the Porn, you'll see that. The gasp in surprise, even if
they don't say "It's so big!" out loud, that's his Emotional Release.
"Uhh!" He even moaned, several times, "Mhh!" From his PoV, behind the
camera, so we can't see his expression, because of the Focus. Look at the
framing, the cropping, how close in, and centered he is on the Dick. Look
up at their face. the shock, surprise, hopefully a gasp, then bring them
together. "Yeah, suck it, yeah." He's a face fucker, because that's what
attracts him. What pays off for him, it's not about the pussy, but he sees
girls as faces, and himself as a dick. It's literally his PoV, looking
down at it. His manhood, and her face, covered in it.
Is that why he's not more successful? I'm sorry, I'm into Erotica, so I
don't really follow visual porn the way he does.
Because you're a Sociopath. Now, I was a psychopath too, but you're the
same as him, without the Big Dick. You are a different symbol set, but
we're focusing on His right now.
And your's, the knife.
Well, I was Anti-man. That was about death, and castration, not
Possessive, and Punitive. You punish men, for having power, while I killed
them, for abusing it.
As phallically as possible.
Well, like you always said, Freud wasn't always wrong. Just usually.
It is a symbol, chauvanism is just making it The symbol, above all others.
Anyone who doesn't have it in their set has basically never seen a dick
before. It's What it symbolizes, that's important. For me, it was Power.
For you, Pain, and for him, Him.
What?
His dick is the axis his entire worldview revolves around. It became so
important, he surpressed everything else. He is the dick, nothing else
matters, except possibly showing everyone, so the world can appreciate it.
Oh, I get it now.
Good, now check your son's work...
Chat {Mt Sext Expo Mnem.}
[Hey.]
[That's how you spell Jian?]
[Jean/Jane/Gene... It's a real common name.]
[Well, that's an unique spelling.]
[Glad you like it.
What're you doing?]
[You know, jerking off. Thinking about you.]
[Yeah?]
[Oh yeah.]
[Img.]
[Thought you said no dick pics?]
[Well, from you.
I've seen it, but I figured you didn't get a good look the other night.]
[Wait, you mean
That's your dick?
You have a dick?]
[LOL, you don't remember?
I guess you blacked out there, but seriously.
I have pictures, of you sucking it.
]IMG[
Fucking you...]
[WTF!?
No, I don't remember that, at all.]
[Nhihim! You should have seen the look on your face.]
[IMG]
[Here it is!]
[GTG.]
[IMG] Money Shot.
[You might want to delete these chats, and the images, before anyone
sees them.]
[Yeah, this is illegal, huh?]
[Totally Illegal.
TTYL.]
[Maybe this isn't a good idea.]
[Why, because you remember I have a dick all a sudden?
You weren't so transphobic the other night...]
;
Dick {M Solo Trig FB(t/MfffF Rape Humi.) TPh (Transphobia) Bi
Fear/Curi.}
He got off on it! "Timber!" My hardon fell down like tree. "Ugh!" I
deleted them immediately, but now. I can't unsee that. Especially the one
of him, jerking off, on my face. "Uglh!" I gagged a little. I had
thought, that was, all my cum on me, and the coffee table. "Huh, GrAHlk!"
Then, the. Well, pain isn't the word. It didn't hurt, the way he raped
me, but he tricked me! I've gotten used to the idea, that I liked it.
Being raped, by girls, now it was even kind of hot. But now. I wanted to
puke, I skipped breakfast, and I don't, guess I really wish I had something
to throw up, but I felt like it. "Guh!"
I didn't gag? Maybe I just don't remember, but now I feel it. Again,
completely soft, and remember the spasms, when he pulled out. Getting
raped by girls is bad enough, but by a boy, in drag? Why didn't I throw
up, or even gag?
"Yeah," his knuckles bumped my nose, but I had my eyes closed. Moaning,
it's not like it's a big dick. Kind of little, really, but I looked. At
first, when she flipped up her skirt, and I saw it. I thought it was a
strap-on. No, at first I saw the Garter. Not like a garter belt, but the
lacey ruffle around her leg, when did she put on a skirt? In the car she
had shorts on, but now, I distinctly remember her pulling up. Oh, she
borrowed it from one of the other girls. The skinny one, was it Charlotte,
or Candace? I was driving, looking at the road, the one time they told me
their names, but. I never found out which one's which. But the skinny
one, that was wearing that skirt, when they picked me up.
It's just so confusing. I'm still trying to remember that night, like a
nightmare, and trying not to think about it the whole time, but it keeps
coming back. Out of order. but now I remember, she lifted up the skirt,
not when they changed, but first I saw the garter, then she pulled it down,
and her hardon popped out.
"WTF?" Shake my head. It looked, weird. Yeah, small, more like mine
when I was. Well, about 13, or 14, I guess. And he wasn't circumcised,
exactly. but, split? I mean the foreskin, when he pulled it back, it
split open instead of stretching, and then I closed my eyes.
"Mh," then it splashed, all over my face. "Mhm!" What did they put in
my joint, to make me. Enjoy, all that pain, and fear, and sick, homosexual
shit?
"I'm bisexual too." I said. I lied, or I thought I did, but. "What the
fuck?" I was getting hard, again? "No," no. I can't, jerk off to that.
Or get it out of my head, no matter how much I try to think about, the
other girls. Kissing, and stripping eachother, feeling eachother up, "Uh?
No!" He keeps stepping in, lifting his skirt, and pulling it out. I let
go, but it's too late. "Uh!" I'm cumming again, hands free, like the
second time. Or was it the third time she jerked me off? "Fuck it," I
grabbed it, started pumping to see if I can keep it hard. Get off again,
if he can do this to me, maybe i can too?
I feel helpless again, but that feeling comes back. The wet sloppy
mess, the best lube, the same cum they fucked me with. He fucked me with,
his skirt over my ass, her narrow hips spanking me, with all those hands
all over me. "YRH!" twist it, "Yrh bitch. You like that? You like it up
the ass like tha, Uh! HUH! Hhhhhhh!"
Yes, I can. And as it slowly goes soft, dripping down my chest. I
realise, I'm totally her bitch now. I want to be. I like it. "Hhhh!
Smp!" Might as well taste it, suck it from my fingers. it's not bad, not
as bad as i thought it'd be. Slimy, and not really that much taste, but
now I'm sucking my thumb. Imagining it's Him. Standing over me, sucking
his cock. "NGH NGH NGH!"
Yeah.
Wipe my hands first. The screen is dark, but I just jerked off for the
first time, and the second, without anything to watch. Or look at, I
totally got turned off by the sight of his dick, the cum running down to
his panties, but now. "Huh!" Trasing me, sexting me, Iwish I hadn't
deleted them yet. Maybe he's not busy, and I can get him to send them
again. If he didn't delete them too. Is it illegal to have pictures of
yourself, on your phone?
Better do some research. Uh, [Google: Shemales.] Shit, nothing but
porn, but one is [Transexuals, and Crossdressing Ladyboys,] so try that.
[G:/ Transexuals.]
"Hh," Is there nothing but Porn on the internet? That's why my hobby
never really took off. Too much competition, I guess i never realized, how
much, well i thought it was new, then i looked around, but pretty much all
porn ends with face shots. So basically, I was trying to be Peter North, I
guess. it's been done, but this is new. I don't think there's really
anything like that, but how do you look it up? [Pornhub: JOI.] "Huh,"
it's, not really like that. At all, this was more like, handjob lessons,
but they turned it around. It was a lie.! SMH, "Duh!" That's how he
lerned to jerk me off like that. "I never had a handjob before." She
said, didn't have to, had his own little dick to practice on!
"Huhaha!" All right, clever little boy. "You got me," and I felt my
face heat up, but it's not shame. or, "No," it's not just shame, I like
it. I love how she tricked me.
[Traps.]
Yeah, that's what he is. He's a;
Trap {tdoM}
HMMM! [Stop Stalking me.]
...
[I'm not Stalking you!]
[Bullshit, and don't lie to me either.
I know, you lie to yourself, force of habit.
But stop it, you're not fooling Me any.] She capitalizes Me, and My.
[i can't help it. i need to see you.
i love you.]
[Ha!
You're incapable of love.
U.R.A. Sociopath. You can't love.]
[Well. But i still need you.
i'm addicted to you.
Can't get you out of my head.]
[Good.
Where Ru?]
[@ work.]
[When do u get off?]
[I just got off.]
[Aww, thinking about me?]
[Well, i didn't mean.
i mean i just got off work.]
[u wanna get off?]
[Yeah?]
[Now?]
[Oh yeah!]
[Then come pick me up. I'm around the corner. At the KFC, by Whole
Foods.]
[LBRT.]
[And don't Text and drive, they can pick you up for that.]
There he is, I heard him before he turned onto Cerillos. Of course, I
knew he was a PAMN when I saw him get out of the car. Impala, cop car,
late-late model, looked like 80s, but still had the old style spotlight.
I slapped him, "No!" he stopped trying to reach for me. "Don't touch
me, I touch you, I kiss you. You got it?"
"Yeah," he nodded, closed his eyes, and already started slipping down.
"Now Drive, before someone sees us."
"Where?" he went around behind the drive through.
"Back out, and get over to the turn lane. Head up Cordoba."
"Cordova."
"Did I ask you, to corect my Spanish?" I shook my head, "You still have
a lot to learn, slave."
"Hh," He closed his eyes.
"Eyes, on the road, dumb fuck. Look, it's green? Go, before it changes
again." it's a long light, and I was already getting an itch in my pants.
"You work at KFC?"
"Yeah," what was your first clue, the Uniform? I'm 14, not a lot of
openings for afternoon jobs.
"Uh," he looked over, "I don't know, what to call you."
"Mistress Chastity." Ooh, good! Just thought of it, thanks!
"I mean, pronouns?"
"They, them, theirs." I prefer Mine! Yeah? Well you're going to have
to learn sharing.
"Isn't that plural?"
"Mhm?"
"And you're. Are you a TV, TS, or TG?"
"Huh!" Let us think, a minute. "All of the above? You've been doing
research."
"I'm sorry?"
"Yeah, well it's all right. This time, but ask first next time."
"Okay."
"Yes, mistress. Say it!"
"Yes, mistress." Ladys? We're working on it...
"Huh!i!i" roll our eyes, "Okay, well first of all, you have to have some
idea what we're talking about.' I held up my hands, "Here you have Gender,
and here," at right angles, "You have Sexuality. Up here is Dominant.
That's men, and down here, you have submissive. That's you."
He nodded.
"Good." He knows his place. "So, anyway, first off, I'm like women
trapped in a boy's body."
"Women?" Yes, Plural.
"Stop interrupting. When I want something from you, I'll demand it."
"Okay, sorry."
"Sexually, I hate men. Women are all right, but especially if they
learn their place. Which is NOT beneath men. That's basically what it's
all about for us. My, unique perspectives shewed me sexism in all it's
disgusting denial. So, I'm fighting it, by shewing women how to Assert
Power, and men how to accept it."
He nodded, good.
"What is it?"
"Where you from?"
"Lots of different places." ~C. MacLeod. "Huh! I guess you're
wondering why i kep saying Shew instead of Show?" he nodded, "it's an
allusion, but the difference is between showing your eyes, like flashing my
dick, and showing your Mind, like how you feel, when I flashed you my
dick." Twice. Denial is useful sometimes! yeah, it was totally awesome,
getting to do that again. One for each of us? Yeah, that was totally you
live, then me, Cyber. You two done? Trying to think here?
Sorry,
Sorry.
"Where do we go?" Right, at the top of Cordova, "Saint John's." It's
spelled CordoVa, but pronounced CordoBa, because Castilian Espanglese.
"Like my boots?" Put one up, "I think we'll go for a hike." Calf length Doc
Martins. 16 eyelets, which makes for a lot of laces, round plaited, the
excess wrapped around the tops through the bootstraps. I took it off, and
put the other one up on the dash.
"Barefoot?"
"Yeah," I wiggled my toes, "Huh! I've been wearing them all day."
"U there?" He chucked his head in the general direction of Atalaya.
"Well, we don't have to go all the way up, but I know some good spots,
off the Dale Ball trails." Point, "Left here, and go around. Yeah, just
pull up over here." Good, nobody else parked at the trailhead. Hopefully,
nobody else has discovered, well probably not all of them. It's a fairly
extensive system so close to town, but I haven't been back here since
college.
.
.
Dickless {fdoM Chas/Cast Play Bond.}
"Stop here." Looked out of the way, she scrambled down the bank behind
me. Barefoot the whole way, din't even bring her boots. Just the laces.
"Uh!" she snapped me with the plastic wrapped ends again. "Ow!" I rubbed
my thighs, right under my ass, where she hit both of them? Even through
the jeans, "That hurts!" She didn't say sorry, she never said she was
sorry. "So, this is like, S&M?"
She nodded, "B&D is like that, but it's not about pain." She held up her
hand, "Ububup! You need to learn to Listen. Pain is a tool, I use it to
get your attention, and punctuate a point, but this is about Discipline."
"I thought the D was for Dominance?" I shook my head.
"Yeah, in D/s, but this is B&D. Bondage, and Discipline."
"Like the first time," when she raped me. She, she's a girl, just
happened to be born with a dick, I think it's like a birth defect to her,
but i can't wrap my head around thinking of her as Them. Standing right in
front of me, her polyester shorts rolled up, adobe dirty feet, and sweaty
curls sticking to her forehead, at least i could think about her as She,
until she gets her dick out. "Hh!" It was hot, but that didn't stop me
from shivering, and the goosebumps popping out. I can't stop dreaming
about, craving his dick. I want suck it, feel the cum burst in my mouth,
and taste it, for the first time.
"Hm!" She was looking at me, and her pretty face was real red. She is
very pretty, hard to believe she was born a boy.
"So, first, let's take care of your sexual tention," she pointed. "Get
it out." I unbuttoned my jeans. "On your knees," she sat down, put her
legs out, right in front of me. "Look down, keep your eyes down, don't
look up, just stair at my feet."
"Okay?" It was throbbing through my fly, but I'd been hard since she
texted to me, until we started hiking, and now it felt as hard as it's ever
been. I could feel my pulse in it. "Uh?"
"Silence!" I glanced up, and then turned away right before the loop hit
my cheek. "Just jerk it. I know you're new to whacking off, but I want
you to, jerk off, all over my feet." I'm not a foot fetishist, but every
time I tried to glance up, the loop between the fingers of her fist lashed
out, and hit me in the chest again. "Eyes down, no, keep them open. Look
at them, watch what you're doing. Look at your dick, that's what it's
about, isn't it? Dick? Peter Johnson? Jerk that big hard thing you
worthless sack of shit. I want you to cum, all over my feet. You been
saving up?" i shook my head.
"AH!"
"Look At IT! I said watch what you're doing, here." She straightened
her knees, her toed felt dirty, gritty, but pinched my ball hairs, and
almost tickled through them.
"Hh!"
"Yeah, faster, I bet they're nice and full of your nasty fucking spunk.
I want it all over my filthy feet, faster, beat it faster you sick puke!"
"Uh!" I was trying to hold it back, make it last the way she showed me
to, but the shoelace lashed out, and I stopped, holding it, and couldn't
keep my eyes open. "HUH!" Right across my back, but I already had that
wonderfeeling that made the pain feel like pleasure, and her toes pulled
back,
"Watch what you're doing, you're missing them, aim for my feet you
stupid jerk, I said My Feet!"
"Ahahuh!" I was crying, but forced my eyes open to obay, there, just
like taking a piss, but my hands were shaking so hard, and I had to
concentrate. Which ruined the orgasm, but as soon as it stopped, I started
stroking and twisting it frantically to keep it up. "Uhuh!"
"No, stop. STOP IT!"
"Ah!"
WHK WHK WHK WHK! It went soft, anyway, and the last drops dribbled out
pathetically.
"Now, lick it up. Go on, get down and lick it off your fingers."
"Halhuhah! Slp sup!" I sucked them off, panting, and gulping hungrily,
imagining her cock again, I can get it up again, watch me.
"Now my feet," my spit covered hands in the dirt, I bent down to lick
the cum mud from her toes, and feet, and even went up to get the stuff
beading on the grease soaked polyester of her KFC pants.
"Huhlhuh!" nodding, gulping. "huh huh huh!" Panting.
"Not bad, for a puppy." I nodded some more. "You want to be a big dog,
some day? Swallow it." It was full of grit, but I swallowed it, dirt, and
all. "You need to eat to grow, puppy. Look, you missed a spot, or two,"
she pointed down at the ground, "Eat it, lap it up you dirty dog."
I loved it. it was gross, and disgusting, but I did it for her, because
I was Her dirty dog. She didn't even say it, called me you dog, not My
dog, but that's what i was thinking. I was her dog, or pretending to be,
and she wanted me to lick it off the ground. Out of the dirt. I would do
anything, for Her. As long as it was for her.
"Come here," she waved me in, patting my head. "Good boy."
"Hahl lp!" I panted, and slurped, even the annoying grit in my teeth, I
loved it. I loved that. "Hh hh hh!"
She petted me, until I was almost falling asleep in her lap.
"There, you feel better?" I nodded, tears coming out, but tears of joy.
"Here," she held up a bottle, a 20oz of Pepsi." {Just to minimize copywrite
infringment, KFC Et al (Tm) Pepsico ARR.} I gulped it, and it was the best
thing I ever tasted. We didn't smoke anything. She didn't drug me, I just
heard her open the bottle. This was all Her, I was high on Her, and it was
the most adictive drug I ever tried. "Now," she set down the empty bottle,
"You ready to talk about it?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Ian, call me Ian. It's over, let go. That last part was cooldown, for
you to recover from the scene. Sit up." I did, nodding, "Now, we're going
to talk about, what you just went through, so you can learn from it."
"Can I ask a question?"
"Now, you can ask anything."
"You think I, might be a masochist?"
"Did you like the flogging?"
"With the shoelaces?' I nodded. "When I'm turned on. I don't like
pain, but when you, make me like that. Then it's just incredible! Huh!" I
looked up, felt faint just thinking about it. "It got me off, but then you
ruined it."
"Yes, that was Chastity. Forcing you to cum, then ruining it, so the
next one will be even more intense."
"Like a second cumming." I nodded.
"I saw you, trying to keep it up. Have you been doing that?"
"Yeah, yesterday, I got off twice after our chat."
"Well, that's okay. Just that once, you didn't know any better, but I
don't want you wasting your cum. Without me, I want you to save it. It's
not your cum, not any more, it's Mine. You understand me?"
"Yes, mistress!" I love it! Besides, I was already used to not whacking
off.
"Now," she pulled her legs up, "You ready to do me?" Finally pulled at
her belt.
"Yeah."
"Well, you already sucked me off," so, she turned. On her knees, and
bent over. "Let's see how you can eat out my ass."
"Yes mistress!"
"Pull my panties down, but don't touch me. Don't touch me unless I
order it, understand?" She squeezed her thighs together, so I couldn't see
it, anything, but them, and her ass. I knew it was there, and I just
wanted to see it, or at least her balls, but I couldn't. "Now, bend over,
don't touch it, but smell it."
"Snhh!" I couldn't so, "SNHH!"
"NH," PHFT!
"SNHHH!" I smelled her fart, and that was wonderful too.
"Don't touch me, with anything but your mouth, but lick my cheeks.
Yeah, lick them good, get them nice and wet," she wiggled them in my face,
"And kiss them, yeah, kiss my ass you dirty little faggot."
"Hm, mwn! Yeah!"
"Hh, yeah, now get between them, up at the top, lick my ass, yeah. Nh,
yeah, deeper, lower, lower, MmhH!" She nodded, but then I went down where I
could see her, even her hair. "Don't stop, until you get hard again." I
shook my head, but she just moaned, so i kept rooting, deeper, and lower
until I felt her asshole. it just tasted salty, sweaty, but I didn't even
try to imagine it was anything else. It wasn't just her ass, I was happy
to kiss Her ass, because it was what she wanted, what She demanded of me. I
loved it, I was in heaven, and hell, and it was the best thing yet.
"Hhuh!" I had to take a breath.
"You hard yet?"
"Ngh!" I licked my lips, "Not yet."
"Then down stop, I didn't tell you to stop."
"Yes mistress." LNHMM!
"Oh, nh, ynh, huh yeah!" She humped back to me, and I risked a lap down
to see if her balls rolled out.
"Uh!" She grabbed my hair, "Noh, up here. My asshole's up here."
I nodded, yes mistress.
"LNH!" She let go, and stopped.
"What?"
"I'm hard again."
"Good," she got up on her knees, and pulled a rubber out of her pocket.
"Put this on."
I didn't even ask, what for, but by the time I had it on, she was bent
over. I mean all the way over, to the shoulders, her arms crossed, and her
head turned to pillow on it. "Now, fuck me."
"Yes, mistress!"
Christ/Ian {tM Ther Harr Mole Rape FB}
"Hh!" I fell down. Flat on my chest, and thighs to pull him out of me.
"Hh! Huh!" I gupled, and panted until I could breathe.
"Uh!" I heard the fapping, but couldn't think of what to say, much less
breathe well enough. "Huh, yeah!" I opened my eyes, to see him cath it.
Ribbed rubber stripped off to cump in his cupped hand, and pull it up to
his lips.
"Huh!" I tried to swallow, dryly. Croaked, "Can you hand me the Mtn
Dew?" (Tm.)
"Yeah,"
"GLGULKRLK!" I had to let go for the dent to pop out, and held it up to
guzzle the rest as it fell out, "Kah!" {Hold it up to the camere, "Don't
mind if I Dew!" Logo out.}
He laughed.
"You ready to talk again?" Back on my knees, I pulled up my britches,
and scooched the filth mess inside to button them up.
"Yeah," he finished buttoning his fly.
"Sit down," I pulled his legs out to crawl in his lap. "Just hold me a
minute, okay?" Feeling like myself again, I just reveled in the relative
quiet for a moment, smelled the Sage, and Pinyon, listened to the breese
again, and took a deep breath. "Snnhh!"
"I didn't know you're a bottom."
"I'm not," I shook my head. He sighed, and pulled some curls out of my
eyes. Pinched them, and pulled the fine adobe grit out. Arroyo silt,
where they get the mud for the bricks, but not up here, from protected
land. "Really. I just need something likeat to stop."
"What?"
The voices in my head? "Escalating, if I don't stop at some point, we
just keep spiraling higher until someone dies," or worse.
"Like a," this should be good. "Spree shooter?"
"No, like a Power Asserive serial rapist." Or, anger-retaliatory serial
killer.
Sideways on his lap, I turned to Look at him.
"What?" he looked away, "Okay, I get the Power Assertive thing," shaking
his head, "But,"
I turned him back, "No," kissed him, gently, "You don't." Shook his
head.
"Well, I never raped anybody, and you gangraped me."
"You still don't remember, or you're still in denial?"
"Denial about what?"
"Huh, I didn't stalk you," first of all, "I didn't have to, this time,
because I talked to your victims. I know," just my fingertips over his
mouth, "I don't need to rape." Shook my head, and blinked. Stay down, you
should be good and worn out now.
All right, I hear yah. And yeah, that'll do.
"You didn't recognize Stephanie? I mean sure, she lost a lot of weight
since you sexually harassed her in middle school, but know she's got a nice
Czech girl, and is starting to recover from the Bulemia."
"What's a Check girl?"
"A Czechan girlfriend. From the Czech republic."
"Oh," he opened his eyes, but looked away.
"Or grabbing, and groping Shirley? Getting Karen drunk, and deflowering
her when she passed out," she rolled the joint, and broke his cherry when
we got his pants down, "Holding down Cynthia, so she couldn't say no, or
scream?"
"Hh'h," he sighed. Tried to shake his head, but I held his chin.
"Rod." I snapped, "Look at me. Don't black out on me, or slip back into
your excuses. You molested, and raped them. Serially to prove your
manhood. That's the Malignant part, I know it's hard, but you Are a serial
rapist. That's why I got them together, to help them through reliving it,
for the rest of their lives. That's why they did everything you did to
them back to you."
"For revenge!" he sobbed, and started crying, openly.
"No, that doesn't help. For closure, so we can start over. All of us,
first you have to break the feedback loop, but if we don't put something
better in it's place. Well, the probabilities favor something worse."
"Feedback loop?" Good, change the subject, temporarily, but at least
he's trying to think rationally again.
"Yeah, mh," think, "You know when the mic squeels, or a guitarist gets
too close to the amp? Yeah, well basically the output is picked up by the
input, which comes back out the output to get picked up by the input..." I
showed him, basically with my hands. "This feeds back, louder, and higher
until you get that painful squeel, if you let it, it can blow the speakers,
the mic, or the pickups, whichever fails first. That's why I needed you to
fuck me, to break that feedback, before I tied you up, and beat you to
death. That's why you escalated from sexual harassment, to groping, to
molestation, and eventually rape. If I hadn't broken the stimulus response
feedback loop, you would have escalated, to even worse."
"Like what?"
"Idafucking know, some kind of sadist, or sexually motivated killer,
probably. It's impossible to predict, because each scene is unique, and
you get feedback from random victims. If one of them had given you no
choice but to choke her, like you smothered Cynthia, then possibly a
strangler, or plastic bagger. If not, then maybe you would have started a
dungeon to become Anger-Exitation Torturer, or possibly made enough money
at exploitation porn to just become a Memetic Rapist."
"What's that?"
"Complex," gather my thoughts, "You know Christian Gray?"
"From 50 shades?"
"Yeah, well he's not real, nor even realistic, but the readers don't
know that. Especially young impressionable girls rebounding from Twilight,
so he doesn't have to be real. He can just convince them to engage in high
risk behavior, out of sub-curiosity, and find themselves another PAMN to
take advantage of it. He doesn't have to rape, nor even exist, to enable
Rape culture."
"Like my victims."
"Yeah," I kissed him. "Good, you developed enough, specific empathy to
pick up on your Type. This is your Victimology, young naive girls with
more sexual curiosity than experience, so you can offer them that, then
rape them, and deny that that's what it was. Another notch on your belt,
then forget them, and move onto the next conquest. The thing is, not only
do these myths, like the Hymen myth create Victims, they also create guys
like you, the Alpha myth, to line up and take advantage of them. Or Beta
Anger Retaliators, Gamma Power-Reassurance Stalkers, and Delta Sexual
Sadists. This is the Hierarchy of Rape. Christian Grey was just a mashup
of all 4, shuffled together, by an extremely deluded girl raised to desire
something. Fucking impossible likeat as the perfect man. This is Normal.
But what they don't tell you in school is, Normal is Evil."
By birth, and accident of naming, then conscious rebellion, I am the
Anti-Christian. "Christian Grey just happens to be the latest poster boy
for a meme that's older than the Marquis de Sade." Can't be sure how much
older, I don't remember before that.
"And Anastasia?"
"She's not even a character. Just a Waldo, a drone to go through the
motions, experience Him, and protest. That's why His favorite word is I,
and her's 'No.'." Until he gags her. Read it again, and tell me I'm wrong.
"She's there to tell little girls what to do when they finally meat a guy
likeat. Why she's subconsciously named after a Princess. The last
Princess."
"Not lady Di?"
"Okay, sorry. Classic Disney princess. With a certifiable Disney
villain they had to poison, shoot, stab, strangle, then drown to kill him."
"Rasputin."
"Good, now those who do not learn from History are doomed to repeat it."
~? G. Satayana. Thanks. "Come on, I'm wore out, and fucking filthy, so
take me home for about 50 showers."
"Yes, mistress." he kissed me. "Ian?" I nodded. "That was your name,
before your sex change?" Kept nodding. "What's it short for?"
"Morian." Need something? Just a quick question, Rasputin wasn't either
of you, right?
Rape face?
Not that I know of, but I have no idea where Bassy was a the time.
Bassy?
She means Chaos, our creator. There's no telling how many more there
are.
"Come on."
Well, since you're getting so romantical, and all, I'll put on some
music:
Elvis Costello - Hand in Hand (This Year's Model.)