The young squire boy trembled in fear. He had been in his cell for what seemed like an eternity. The king had ordered him to be interrogated, and he was terrified of what that might entail.
The young lad, 14 years of age, was in the service of a wealthy nobleman and landowner who was opposed to the rule of this particular king. As such, the boy was often used to deliver coded messages to others of a like mind throughout the kingdom. It was on one of these late-night missions that he had been captured by the king’s royal guard on a night patrol.
After spending a cold night in bonds, he had been brought before the king. The monarch was informed of the young squire’s clandestine mission and was presented with evidence of treason: a note on parchment written in code. The king bel
WARNING:
Brutal, non-consensual multiple rape fantasy story. Contains extreme graphic sexual sadism, obscenity, torture, snuff and offensive content.
All characters are above 18 years and above. None of this is real.
Part one. The arrival home.
It’s nearly two in the morning. The black van cruised down twisted streets, surrounded by the monoliths of silent factories and warehouses. This district is deserted by night and filled with noise and smoke in the day.
Down to the end of the farthest street, obscured by a vast red bricked and grimy building is the house of ordeals. It sits at the edge of this district, facing a dormant and polluted sea where no man roams without reason.
The black van turned slowly and stopped before a great black iron gate, chained and padlocked
Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.
Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all.
"You are bored with
Jessica strained and struggled against the bonds that held her upright, but they held without budging. She could just see the bright red ball gag that filled her mouth, causing a steady stream of drool to leak out before dripping onto her breasts. She loved the sensation of being helpless and the thought of what was coming made her wetter than she had ever been before.
Scarcely more than an 24 hours ago she had been sitting at her computer idly surfing the internet when a popup and caught her attention. Something about it had intrigued her, to the point that she ignored her initial impulse to close it and resume clicking. She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all.
"You are bored with
Glossy cover of Brown Eros magazine; the notorious coprophage Toilet Tester, teeth clotted with excrement, poised before the bathroom mirror with a length of dental floss. The first pictorial composition in the collection is titled Enema Clinic. It contains twelve colour stills, each of which is accompanied by a brief narrative text.
Tableau Vivant: 1
A young man is seated alone in what is either a genuine or an accurate facsimile of a surgery's waiting room. Legs crossed on an upholstered bench, he is pretending to be engrossed in a lifestyle magazine. The youth is dressed casually in a beige tracksuit. He has lank brown hair parted down the middle. On his top lip is a wispy effusion masquerading as a moustache, grown in a stillborn attempt to convey adulthood. The youth is slim with a
"We capture people for sex…this story is for 'Frank'…I like to call it Crème De Menthe…colour between my legs is red…I'm a snapper…she gave me six on the ass…fist fucked my hole after it had been anointed with orgy butter…be near me when I fade away…I guess that is at the root of the following…there's me and two other guys and a chick's head positioned on a waist high rostrum…the head rotates, at its own bidding, like an armchair in the front window of a furniture store…it doesn't leak and belongs mostly to Farrah F and Marilyn C, it has the esteemed feather cut and the wholesome countenance…the untrammelled snow…now the head is perfect, I don't really know how to describe it…it is a great head, superb product…see I can't get out of the thinking the neck has been cauterised, that it has b
