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Love Letter to a Psychopath

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

October 25th, 2003

I wonder, if I held you in my mouth, if you’d want to come again? I’d regret it when it came time for you to leave. I’d probably have given myself at least one day for recuperation afterwards, and would ask if you could spend any time with me the next evening. […]

Fat Girls and Shrimps

by Gordy Amede

October 17th, 2003

She sat down in front of me. She was huge. A big girl. She must have weight in at a good 240 pounds, maybe 250. She had bought some cooked shrimp and was eating them cold over ice. She stuck an entire shrimp in her mouth & sucked out the meat discarding the cartilages on my floor. As she ate I watched her greasy fingers pop one shrimp after the other into her mouth & sucked down beers. Between shrimps she would tell me about herself, always passionate.

Learning to Love the Pain - Part 2

by Amber

October 7th, 2003

Discipline As he lay across the footstool relaxing after servicing Mistress, he felt totally relaxed and happy. The room was dark except for two candles burning dimly across the room. Mistress stood, and said “don’t move, stay right where you are.” “Yes Mistress” came his reply. […]

Most Sensitive

by Gordy Amede

September 27th, 2003

I am a very sensitive person. Much like an eggshell. No, that’s not right. More like an egg. I still have the mush & goop inside. My guts. A single cold egg. I used to think I had the gift of sight. A perfect game.

Punishment

by Maggie Boone

September 26th, 2003

As the craving continues, Maggie found herself looking for more and more things to experience in this new world the Cherished One introduced her to. So many feelings she has discovered from His influence. But then, she also experienced the backing off from regular social events that she thought were important to her. Now, the […]

Maria

by Maggie Boone

September 26th, 2003

But sometimes I don’t think he cared too much at all for any woman. He seemed to have a very low regard for them and absolutely knew all “pigs” were liars and could not be trusted..I began wishing maybe he would need a lap dog… I often felt I would be a very good lap dog for him. […]

The Keeper

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

September 25th, 2003

Oh so that’s how it was, Kerry thought to herself angrily: as a pretty and shapely woman, she was as much a part of the “scenery” as the monkeys. Well, she could put up with this latest offence, but just barely. “Show me what you want me to do,” she ordered the supervisor rather curtly. “Right this way, ma’am,” he said, grinning widely. They walked together into the open chimpanzee cage, the group of men following. The last man in carefully shut and locked the door behind him. […]

The Peeper, part 4

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

August 25th, 2003

Honestly, at that time I could think of nothing worse, nothing more degrading than having a dog fuck me, and fuck me in front of a crowd of strangers, no less! Greg just shrugged. “Sorry, babe, I really am,” he said, staring at me with those honest baby blues, “but I promised these people a show and I can’t back out now.” “How could you do this to me?” I asked him through my tears. “Don’t you remember, honey?” he said, almost kindly. “You’re my bitch.” […]

The Analfuck

by Gordy Amede

August 14th, 2003

“I’ll trample all over your modern shit, motherfucker.” This was more than a threat. Many of us had brothers & sisters living here. We had wives & girlfriends. We had children. I wet my pants & checked for blood. None. Good. Wine was poured into cups […]

The Peeper, part 3

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

July 25th, 2003

I awoke, it seemed only minutes later (but based on the sun streaming in through my window must have been quite a few hours) to what felt like a sharp spear being twisted into my guts. I screamed, and felt a hand at my mouth and voice whispering “Sssh! Don’t make a sound or I’ll […]

mindfuck

by dorei

July 7th, 2003

The girl looked around the kitchen, checking to be sure all was as it should be. She had a roast in the oven for dinner, and she would not need to make the gravy until just before dinner was served. She had cleaned up after herself, and, looking at the clock saw that she had […]

The Peeper, part 2

by Unda. Crucius. Eximus.

June 25th, 2003

“I would love to beat your ass like a rapist or armed robber might, really beat the living shit out of you and then fuck you like a rubber fuckdoll. Make you all holes for my pleasure. I’d make it hurt.” […]

NAVIGATION
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Animals have these advantages over man: they never hear the clock strike, they die without any idea of death, they have no theologians to instruct them, their last moments are not disturbed by unwelcome and unpleasant ceremonies, their funerals cost them nothing, and no one starts lawsuits over their wills.
Voltaire