Saturday, October 31, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
A Snag in the Autumn Festival Preparations
Princess Katarina fails to fully appreciate that she is directing her ire toward a large, strangely silent man, who is still toting an ax in one hand and the head of his last victim in the other.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Honor Thy Master
Moses took a final draw on the cigar as his electronic office door chimed and slid open. It was just after noon, and the half dozen surveillance monitors to either side of his desk showed busy hallways as residents formed up for their midday meal. As usual, guards were compelled to force their way into a couple of rooms so as to drag out slackers. Such lazy prisoners were hustled to detention, where they would be put in solitary pending judgment. Moses looked forward to reading the incident reports in the morning, and absolutely relished the subsequent visits he would make to the prison, where he would meet the offenders and sentence them. The fear on their faces pleased him like nothing else.
Through the newly-opened door strolled Jessica, dressed in the black bodysuit, boots and gold collar that identified her as his Slave Warden. She was a slave herself, of course, but he'd promoted her to the coveted position nearly five years ago. After having to execute a string of incompetent wardens prior to her appointment, it had been a breath of fresh air to have someone reliably merciless at his right hand. He loved her. He loved her so much that, if she were male, he would have without hesitation named her Joshua. Having sentenced his last three Joshuas to the roasting spit, and still having not replaced the last one, the idea of having Jessica undergo a sex-alteration appealed to him on one level. However, she was a beautiful woman of mixed ethnicity: full lips, wavy black hair, and a thick, atheltic body. Masculinizing her would be such a waste.
Accompanying the Slave Warden was a tall woman with pert, freckled breasts. She wore a black leather hood, but long locks of fiery hair escaped the collar at her neck and spilled over her pale shoulders. Nude apart from the headwear, she trudged wearily in heavy shackles, with wrists and elbows cuffed behind her back.
Placing the spent cigar in his ashtray, Moses leaned forward and folded arms on his desk. Jessica approached proudly with her prisoner and bowed her head in subservience.
"Master," she said.
"What has this one done?" he asked. "Renee Sorinson, sentenced to thirty days for tardiness, correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"It hasn't even been a week."
"She was being placed in a restraint chair for lunch and became combative toward her handler. The block commander ordered her placed into disciplinary restraint. After being hogtied, she spat out her gag before it could be secured. Then she shouted blasphemy toward you, Master. I was summoned immediately. I bring this blasphemer before you now for punishment or mercy, as required by your law."
Moses watched the offender tremble and sob as she stood with her covered head drooped in shame, fear, or both.
"Let her speak," he said.
Jessica released the collar holding the hood in place and jerked it off with not even a hint of gentleness. Long red hair clung briefly to the device before falling to the sides of a pleasant enough face. The prisoner's nose was perhaps a tiny bit too angular, and her tear-stained cheeks were a tad bony, but she surely fell into the middle aesthetic ranks.
"Look at your Master," Jessica ordered harshly, "and beg his forgiveness for your betrayal."
Moses met the prisoner's eyes, nodding to indicate that she was was to follow the Slave Warden's command.
Renee's mouth quivered, but then she breathed deeply and collected herself.
"I am not an animal," she said, only a hint of fear in her voice.
"No," Moses agreed, "you are a slave. You are my slave."
"I was not told that my protection would be provided at the cost of ... of everything. I expected to be a whore, not livestock."
"Have I not provided protection?"
Renee looked down. "Yes."
"Where else can you find such luxury?"
"Nowhere," she admitted.
"And yet you slander me."
The prisoner looked back up, her eyes narrowed even as tears continued to fall. "It isn't slander if it is true."
Moses glanced at Jessica. "What exactly did she say?"
The Slave Warden seized Renee's chin. "Tell him. Tell him every word, exactly as you screamed them from your cell."
The lesser slave closed her eyes and quoted herself, "I am not an animal. Moses is the animal. Moses is a liar and a rapist. Moses is a liar and a rapist. Most is a liar and a rapist."
Her eyes reopened as she finished the last line, and in her gaze was the certain presence of fear, yes, but also a clear look that said she believed what she had said and regretted not a word of it.
"Remorseless cunt," Moses whispered.
"I wish to be released," Renee said, her voice cracking.
"You ask for what you know will never happen. Are you delusional or just that desperate?"
"This harem of yours won't last forever. Eventually, we will find the will to fight you in numbers that can't be dealt with by simply calling your brainwashed security service. For every one of us that you imprison and murder, a dozen others pretend to love you, lying in wait."
Moses leaped from his chair and stomped around the desk. Jessica knew to back away, but Renee surprisingly held her ground. He seized the slave by the throat and marched her into an adjacent room housing an assortment of restraint, torture and execution devices. Selecting a wooden pillory in the back right corner, he left the woman's arms shackled behind her back and he forced her to bend over. Holding her in place with one hand, he locked her neck down in the stock with his other, rendering her helpless with her round buttocks thrust outward.
By the time Moses removed his pants, his penis was already engorged. Renee wiggled and cried and tried to defend her pale bottom from the inevitable, but all she did was make him more aroused. He loved it when they struggled.
She screamed when he slammed into pussy without even a hint of foreplay, and then she settled into a string of grunts and sobs. While he worked, he spat on her anus and forced a latex plug deep into her. She shuddered and squealed and clutched at the air with her bound hands. He spanked her viciously as the two halves of her ass bounced to either side of his cock.
"Ungrateful, remorseless cunt," he growled.
She squealed but said nothing.
"Gag this fucking cunt," Moses called over his shoulder anyway.
Jessica appeared in seconds and grabbed a handful of the slave's red hair. A violent jerk brought out another cry of pain, and the warden reacted quickly, shoving a huge red ball between Renee's lips and wedging it behind her teeth. Renee tried to turn away and dislodge the gag with her tongue, but Jessica cinched it tight and gave the disobedient bitch a hard slap across the face.
Completely subdued, Renee surrendered and let her head hang in the pillory. Drool streamed from her mouth to the floor, and her small tits bounced in time with the cock punishing her from behind. She still shook her ass every few seconds, giving half-hearted attempts to dislodge the ebony shaft giving her grief, but it was useless. Mostly, she just wept and accepted it.
At the edge of climax, Moses pulled out and walked around to her front. Grabbing her hair for himself now, he forced her to face his swollen penis just as it exploded. Semen splattered against her forehead, nose and cheeks, mixing with her tears as it crept down across her gag and chin. When he could come no more, Moses used his spent dick as a blunt instrument, slapping it solidly on one side of her face and then the other. She grimaced around the red ball, and the hate in her eyes as she watched him abuse her was nothing short of delicious, just as her body would taste when he had the chef serve her tonight.
Placing both hands around her throat, he squeezed. The hate turned to fear, and she found one last burst of energy to flail with her shackled legs and arms. In her instinctive panic, she bashed the base of her skull against the pillory stock as she tried to pull free. Moses proved too strong, of course, as he always did, and she submitted fully in only a few seconds. Her cum-drenched face turned purple. She gurgled behind the ballgag as her breath and circulation were denied in tandem. After a few involuntary twitches, her body fell limp against the restraint device, hanging by the neck with her knees not quite reaching the floor.
He shouldn't have killed her so quickly. He already needed to go again.
Looking up, he found Jessica standing nearby, hands clasped behind her back and her chin up as she awaited his next command.
"Call the butcher," he said. "Have him collect this meat and prepare it for tonight. Then remove your uniform, put on your gag and bind yourself to the rack. I'm going to fuck you, and your performance will determine how much pain is involved.. Be quick about it, or you ass gets the cane before I start."
Jessica bowed. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
She hurried back into the office to make the call, already unfastening her bodysuit as she went.
Of course, he would flog Jessica and stretch her to the point of screams no matter how quickly she readied herself, but it amused him to make her think her effort meant something.
Moses spat on Renee's bound corpse three times. The sight of it made his cock hard all over again. He might have to keep Jessica tied down in here for the rest of the day. Short of having another prisoner brought up for execution, he would need his Slave Warden's intimate services at least a few more times. Usually, she was up to it. He hoped she would be at her best now, because he felt the God-Need burning inside, and he didn't want to kill her. She was his female Joshua, and he loved her, but he would crush the life from her in a heartbeat if demanded by God. It had been this way for a dozen years, and this way it would remain.
"This harem of yours won't last forever."
Oh, but it would. God had promised it. Unfortunately, the mouthy cunt Renee was too dead to realize this. Perhaps Satan was informing her this very minute as he welcomed her traitorous soul to Hell, and the thought made Moses smile.
Through the newly-opened door strolled Jessica, dressed in the black bodysuit, boots and gold collar that identified her as his Slave Warden. She was a slave herself, of course, but he'd promoted her to the coveted position nearly five years ago. After having to execute a string of incompetent wardens prior to her appointment, it had been a breath of fresh air to have someone reliably merciless at his right hand. He loved her. He loved her so much that, if she were male, he would have without hesitation named her Joshua. Having sentenced his last three Joshuas to the roasting spit, and still having not replaced the last one, the idea of having Jessica undergo a sex-alteration appealed to him on one level. However, she was a beautiful woman of mixed ethnicity: full lips, wavy black hair, and a thick, atheltic body. Masculinizing her would be such a waste.
Accompanying the Slave Warden was a tall woman with pert, freckled breasts. She wore a black leather hood, but long locks of fiery hair escaped the collar at her neck and spilled over her pale shoulders. Nude apart from the headwear, she trudged wearily in heavy shackles, with wrists and elbows cuffed behind her back.
Placing the spent cigar in his ashtray, Moses leaned forward and folded arms on his desk. Jessica approached proudly with her prisoner and bowed her head in subservience.
"Master," she said.
"What has this one done?" he asked. "Renee Sorinson, sentenced to thirty days for tardiness, correct?"
"Yes, Master."
"It hasn't even been a week."
"She was being placed in a restraint chair for lunch and became combative toward her handler. The block commander ordered her placed into disciplinary restraint. After being hogtied, she spat out her gag before it could be secured. Then she shouted blasphemy toward you, Master. I was summoned immediately. I bring this blasphemer before you now for punishment or mercy, as required by your law."
Moses watched the offender tremble and sob as she stood with her covered head drooped in shame, fear, or both.
"Let her speak," he said.
Jessica released the collar holding the hood in place and jerked it off with not even a hint of gentleness. Long red hair clung briefly to the device before falling to the sides of a pleasant enough face. The prisoner's nose was perhaps a tiny bit too angular, and her tear-stained cheeks were a tad bony, but she surely fell into the middle aesthetic ranks.
"Look at your Master," Jessica ordered harshly, "and beg his forgiveness for your betrayal."
Moses met the prisoner's eyes, nodding to indicate that she was was to follow the Slave Warden's command.
Renee's mouth quivered, but then she breathed deeply and collected herself.
"I am not an animal," she said, only a hint of fear in her voice.
"No," Moses agreed, "you are a slave. You are my slave."
"I was not told that my protection would be provided at the cost of ... of everything. I expected to be a whore, not livestock."
"Have I not provided protection?"
Renee looked down. "Yes."
"Where else can you find such luxury?"
"Nowhere," she admitted.
"And yet you slander me."
The prisoner looked back up, her eyes narrowed even as tears continued to fall. "It isn't slander if it is true."
Moses glanced at Jessica. "What exactly did she say?"
The Slave Warden seized Renee's chin. "Tell him. Tell him every word, exactly as you screamed them from your cell."
The lesser slave closed her eyes and quoted herself, "I am not an animal. Moses is the animal. Moses is a liar and a rapist. Moses is a liar and a rapist. Most is a liar and a rapist."
Her eyes reopened as she finished the last line, and in her gaze was the certain presence of fear, yes, but also a clear look that said she believed what she had said and regretted not a word of it.
"Remorseless cunt," Moses whispered.
"I wish to be released," Renee said, her voice cracking.
"You ask for what you know will never happen. Are you delusional or just that desperate?"
"This harem of yours won't last forever. Eventually, we will find the will to fight you in numbers that can't be dealt with by simply calling your brainwashed security service. For every one of us that you imprison and murder, a dozen others pretend to love you, lying in wait."
Moses leaped from his chair and stomped around the desk. Jessica knew to back away, but Renee surprisingly held her ground. He seized the slave by the throat and marched her into an adjacent room housing an assortment of restraint, torture and execution devices. Selecting a wooden pillory in the back right corner, he left the woman's arms shackled behind her back and he forced her to bend over. Holding her in place with one hand, he locked her neck down in the stock with his other, rendering her helpless with her round buttocks thrust outward.
By the time Moses removed his pants, his penis was already engorged. Renee wiggled and cried and tried to defend her pale bottom from the inevitable, but all she did was make him more aroused. He loved it when they struggled.
She screamed when he slammed into pussy without even a hint of foreplay, and then she settled into a string of grunts and sobs. While he worked, he spat on her anus and forced a latex plug deep into her. She shuddered and squealed and clutched at the air with her bound hands. He spanked her viciously as the two halves of her ass bounced to either side of his cock.
"Ungrateful, remorseless cunt," he growled.
She squealed but said nothing.
"Gag this fucking cunt," Moses called over his shoulder anyway.
Jessica appeared in seconds and grabbed a handful of the slave's red hair. A violent jerk brought out another cry of pain, and the warden reacted quickly, shoving a huge red ball between Renee's lips and wedging it behind her teeth. Renee tried to turn away and dislodge the gag with her tongue, but Jessica cinched it tight and gave the disobedient bitch a hard slap across the face.
Completely subdued, Renee surrendered and let her head hang in the pillory. Drool streamed from her mouth to the floor, and her small tits bounced in time with the cock punishing her from behind. She still shook her ass every few seconds, giving half-hearted attempts to dislodge the ebony shaft giving her grief, but it was useless. Mostly, she just wept and accepted it.
At the edge of climax, Moses pulled out and walked around to her front. Grabbing her hair for himself now, he forced her to face his swollen penis just as it exploded. Semen splattered against her forehead, nose and cheeks, mixing with her tears as it crept down across her gag and chin. When he could come no more, Moses used his spent dick as a blunt instrument, slapping it solidly on one side of her face and then the other. She grimaced around the red ball, and the hate in her eyes as she watched him abuse her was nothing short of delicious, just as her body would taste when he had the chef serve her tonight.
Placing both hands around her throat, he squeezed. The hate turned to fear, and she found one last burst of energy to flail with her shackled legs and arms. In her instinctive panic, she bashed the base of her skull against the pillory stock as she tried to pull free. Moses proved too strong, of course, as he always did, and she submitted fully in only a few seconds. Her cum-drenched face turned purple. She gurgled behind the ballgag as her breath and circulation were denied in tandem. After a few involuntary twitches, her body fell limp against the restraint device, hanging by the neck with her knees not quite reaching the floor.
He shouldn't have killed her so quickly. He already needed to go again.
Looking up, he found Jessica standing nearby, hands clasped behind her back and her chin up as she awaited his next command.
"Call the butcher," he said. "Have him collect this meat and prepare it for tonight. Then remove your uniform, put on your gag and bind yourself to the rack. I'm going to fuck you, and your performance will determine how much pain is involved.. Be quick about it, or you ass gets the cane before I start."
Jessica bowed. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
She hurried back into the office to make the call, already unfastening her bodysuit as she went.
Of course, he would flog Jessica and stretch her to the point of screams no matter how quickly she readied herself, but it amused him to make her think her effort meant something.
Moses spat on Renee's bound corpse three times. The sight of it made his cock hard all over again. He might have to keep Jessica tied down in here for the rest of the day. Short of having another prisoner brought up for execution, he would need his Slave Warden's intimate services at least a few more times. Usually, she was up to it. He hoped she would be at her best now, because he felt the God-Need burning inside, and he didn't want to kill her. She was his female Joshua, and he loved her, but he would crush the life from her in a heartbeat if demanded by God. It had been this way for a dozen years, and this way it would remain.
"This harem of yours won't last forever."
Oh, but it would. God had promised it. Unfortunately, the mouthy cunt Renee was too dead to realize this. Perhaps Satan was informing her this very minute as he welcomed her traitorous soul to Hell, and the thought made Moses smile.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Blogger's New Content Policy
The Old Google: "Censoring [adult] content is contrary to a service that bases itself on freedom of expression."
The New Google: "[We'll] no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video.... After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy."
So yeah, I just got an email informing me that Blogger's content policy will change March 23, 2015. Adult content will no longer be allowed. "Nudity" is still okay, but only if it's "artistic, educational, [etc.]," and they of course provide no definition of artistic (probably because it's subject to being made up on the spot by whichever prude gets the job of deciding whether to censor your work). I've got naked women standing in nooses and various states of bondage, and I consider most of it pretty damn artistic, even if occasionally disturbing (can't art be disturbing?). Something tells me that the little Blogger censorship minions won't agree.
I've mostly moved on from "Finality" stuff anyway, but I suppose this insanity ensures that my blog here is one for the archives. My G+ profile has nearly 2 million views. I've updated this place since early 2012, and I'm still posting on it in 2015, but I guess it ends now. Fuck you, Google. Fuck you.
Tumblr is better anyway.
And Ixquick apparently isn't in bed with the U.S. Government.
UPDATE:
Google responded to the outcry across the Internet and decided not to shut down adult blogs. I wouldn't call this an outright "victory" for free expression, since they thought they could get away with such sweeping censorship in this first place and will likely try again someday, but at least the huge amount of content on the chopping block gets to stay for now.
The New Google: "[We'll] no longer allow blogs that contain sexually explicit or graphic nude images or video.... After this policy goes into effect, Google will restrict access to any blog identified as being in violation of our revised policy."
So yeah, I just got an email informing me that Blogger's content policy will change March 23, 2015. Adult content will no longer be allowed. "Nudity" is still okay, but only if it's "artistic, educational, [etc.]," and they of course provide no definition of artistic (probably because it's subject to being made up on the spot by whichever prude gets the job of deciding whether to censor your work). I've got naked women standing in nooses and various states of bondage, and I consider most of it pretty damn artistic, even if occasionally disturbing (can't art be disturbing?). Something tells me that the little Blogger censorship minions won't agree.
I've mostly moved on from "Finality" stuff anyway, but I suppose this insanity ensures that my blog here is one for the archives. My G+ profile has nearly 2 million views. I've updated this place since early 2012, and I'm still posting on it in 2015, but I guess it ends now. Fuck you, Google. Fuck you.
Tumblr is better anyway.
And Ixquick apparently isn't in bed with the U.S. Government.
UPDATE:
Google responded to the outcry across the Internet and decided not to shut down adult blogs. I wouldn't call this an outright "victory" for free expression, since they thought they could get away with such sweeping censorship in this first place and will likely try again someday, but at least the huge amount of content on the chopping block gets to stay for now.
Monday, February 23, 2015
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