An Evil Presence [Fiction]

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http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=65120

I have an idea for a story which I want to develop. As it will deal with highly sensitive and mature themes and contain graphic depictions of violence and sexuality, I felt it was better to be included in this section.

As opposed to my other works (like Sexual Zombies or DareGirls) which contain some level of humor to supplement the story, this one is not intended along that fashion.

Just wanted to issue this advisory. I will write a beginning to this story; if it generates interest, I'll see how far I can take it.

[Zeromus]

Join the dark side Interesting... We have a Jacuzzi.

That is to say, there are those who CAN do R-Rated, and those who CANNOT. You are the former. I anticipate this upcoming entry. (side note, did you even intend for S.Z to be taken seriously?)

[CheshireCat_13]

While I don't think I've ever posted a comment on one of your stories, I have read most of them. I did enjoy the Daregirl Epic and I am still reading the Trial of Friends. Please post the beginning of the story and continue it no matter what people say, as I think that it'll turn out amazing anyway.

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It did not have a name, at least not one as understood by normal standards. It had existed since the beginning of time and would only be terminated upon the finality of the universe. It dwelled in its existence for only one purpose: to serve the will of corruption. It would do so incessantly over eons and would never deviate from its purpose. It had no choice but to be what it is: an agent of evil and corruption.

It did, however, have many faces. These faces were not known to anyone but the truly devout, and even they only knew one of its face, perhaps two if they had the opportunity to dwell within more than one lifetime. Each face was unique, a reflection of something dark within each devotee. Each face carried its own seed of corruption and tainted the very existence of the universe, making men and women fall into the abyss of their own decadence.

Humanity held no secrets for it. It could peer the masks that humanity chose to wear to hide its indecency and its vilainy. It could strip the bones off the still living and bring anguish and agony to the dead. There were no forces in the world strong enough to resist it at length, and all those who tried eventually succumbed to its inevitable conclusion.

Its servants were many, though most did not even know they served it. Its presence had been carried along the soul of the world since the dawn of creation, part of every living thing, incarnate in every non-living being as well. It did not discriminate in its influence over the entirety of the cosmos. All were equally perverted by its malevolence, and all took delight in the dark and demented designs it weaved into their hearts and souls. Those few servants who were aware of its dark presence worshipped out of blind fear, for they knew the depths of depravity which it could push them towards.

Every act of kindness is always balanced by an equal of selfishness. Such is the law of equivalence. Such was the law that its followers adhered to. For each moment of joy there had to be a moment of sadness; each moment of pleasure demanded an equal moment of pain. Their duties were to provide these when the universe failed to acknowledge the need.

Thus were born the Breeders, dispensers of balance across the realms of man.

[Zeromus]

Intriguing as always. Keep up the good work.

[CheshireCat_13]

Ooooh.....Such purdy writing! I'm writhing in joy.....
I'm going to finally comment on one of your stories and tell you that there amazing.
I loved how you have good vocabulary, your sentences flow, the grammatical stuff is near perfect, and your use of description in wonderful.
Carry on.....

By the way, is this story going to be about the conscience and morality of people? As in, will that be a theme?

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Thank you all for your comments. They are much appreciated.

Cheshire Cat, the story will deal with 'perversions' of humanity. Conscience and morality will of course be part of the whole.

Thanks for support.

[Officelover]

Hmm...

Don't really know what to think. I like the fantasy-like (or in other words, fantastic:)) feel to it. I do not, however, subscribe to the philosophies etched into your story, but as implied it is just a story.

Please, go on. I've noticed that there are more and more fantasy, sci-fi, and other types of stories in these forums. I'm excited.

[CleverGirl]

This should not be something published on a GD site, this should be the beginning of a published novel. Exceptional work. I haven't read any of your stories yet, but I am loving this! Good work!

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It's so hard, nowadays, to get anything published through standard means. Editing houses literally have hundreds if not thousands of manuscripts coming through each month and they usually have the money to print one or two. Making your mark is very difficult; it's all about getting your name thrown into the ring. Usually, once you're in, you have it made. Think of people like Dan Brown, Stephen King or J.K. Rowling. Some deserve it, some don't, it's strictly a matter of opinion.

And for those who are interested in reading more of my stories, if you haven't done so yet, I have several on the site:

- After Classes Are Over
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=15859
- Sarah's Flirtations (the prequel to ACAO)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=15912
- Trials of Friends (the sequel to ACAO, almost complete)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=16368
- Trials: Past Experiences (an upcoming follow-up to Trials of Friends)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=19647

I also have a few that are set in a different tone:

- Sexual Zombies (horror and zombie satire; ongoing)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=16691
- DareGirl and Friends: A Super Epic (super hero sexy satire)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=16991
- Video Chat Dating (an ongoing online writing experiment)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=19727
- An Evil Presence (this one here)
http://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=19684

Thank you for the comments, CleverGirl, they are very much appreciated.

[molten man]

professional writing i should say!!!

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And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication:
And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.
And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her, I wondered with great admiration.
And here is the mind which hath wisdom. The seven heads are seven mountains, on which the woman sitteth
And there are seven kings: five are fallen, and one is, and the other is not yet come; and when he cometh, he must continue a short space.
And the beast that was, and is not, even he is the eighth, and is of the seven, and goeth into perdition.
And the ten horns which thou saw are ten kings, which have received no kingdom as yet; but receive power as kings one hour with the beast.
And he saith unto me, The waters which thou sawest, where the whore sitteth, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues.
And the woman which thou sawest is that great city, which reigneth over the kings of the earth.
--- Book of Revelation, chapters 17-18

Her name was Amnet. She lived in the times before Hammurabi. Her world was a glorious one, confused with lust, desire, envy and hatred. She lived passionately and died violently.

She had a cohort of slaves, both male and female, with whom she was said to hold carnal activities. Her feasts were things of legend. The mead and the food from these gatherings could sustain armies; the exposed flesh only served to enrapture her guests into the welcoming arms of pleasure. She was rumored to have slept with more than fifty men in the same day.

She was also cruel with her lovers. If they failed to perform to her liking, she often had the men castrated, and the women's breasts were chopped off. She often tied her servants down into a secluded room, away from prying eyes, where she would prod them in their various holes with sharp instruments. She enjoyed the screams; she was said to pleasure herself to the sound of her entourage being tortured for her benefit.

She would often walk naked in the halls of the temple, or in the streets of the city. She would invite men to rape her in the city streets, to exact their vengeance upon her body; it was unclear how she went about this and still remained alive after the ordeals. She was often whipped and beaten when she went about town; in her home, she was the mistress and everyone's life hung in her hands. She seldom had anyone killed.

It is told that one day, she brought a young girl who had just reached the age of womanhood. She had the girl stripped in front of her. She challenged the girl to a game of pleasure; they would pleasure each other until one of them could no longer take it. If the girl won, Amnet would place herself at her mercy. If Amnet won, however, then the girl would belong to Amnet, body, mind and soul. The girl's name was Unat and she was from the lands beyond Egypt, a dark-skinned girl, the most precious creature the world had wrought to that day. Unat did not have a choice.

The older woman and the young girl first proceeded to touch the other in their private places; Amnet drew blood from the young girl's virgin body, but Unat did not let that sensation break her. She brought Amnet to the brink of pleasure many times, yet never quite achieving her goal. The women then proceeded to hold on to the other, placing their private places against each other, hoping to outdo the other in physical stimulation. Despite her inexperience and youth, Unat managed to hold her own as the two of them gave each other as much pleasure as they would while holding back the screams.

The two women then proceeded to place their mouths on the other's private place, and perform cunnilingus. To everyone's surprise, Unat's youth wore out, as she finally drew screams of ecstasy from Amnet. But Unat was not finished. She continued pressing Amnet on into the throes of more pleasure, pleasure so intense that Amnet felt her body starting to break apart. Unat was using abilities the likes of which Amnet had never imagined. Amnet could only submit to the pleasure, which was turning to pain.

Although Amnet had never intended to honour her word, when Unat finally moved away, it became obvious that the entire court would hold her to her word.

Unat had Amnet tied to a column and invited every soul in the city, man or women, to come and take advantage of her. They came in the hundreds, each letting their hatred and lust for this, their malicious queen, succumb them as they took turns raping her. The men used their natural tools; the women were more imaginative.

When they were done, Amnet remained only the shell of a woman. Bereft of dignity, having lost all sanity, she wandered into the desert, where she was captured as a slave and sold away, never to be seen again in the kingdom of Babylon.

As for Unat, she became the Nubian Queen; she rose to power and became an even greater tyrant than Amnet had ever been, killing mercilessly anyone who refused her sexual advances.

Let that be a lesson to you: the hero you acclaim is often also the villain you despise.

[molten man]

wow!! Nice story!!

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[Warning: this story contains elements of a highly sensitive and provocative nature, and deals with mature themes. You have been warned, again.]

Sister Clara was running as fast as she could down the hall. She slowed down as she neared the corner, returning to a walking pace, steadying herself in case somehow was around the bend. No one was. She sped up as she made the corner, racing towards the ledge. A few of the other sisters were already there, in their black robes, heads covered, staring down into the courtyard. She came up to them but they barely looked at her. She looked down to see the show.

His name was Father Paol. He was said to of greek descent, but no one really knew. The sisters all stared at him from the balcony, as he spoke with the Mother superior. They could not make out the words, but the simple sight of his lips moving was enough to make them blush.

By any standard, Paol was a handsome man. He had the knowledge of culture and education, the health of a constant traveler and the chiseled features of an angel. Just because the sisters had taken a vow of chastity did not mean they could not enjoy the sight. And truth be told, Paol had a certain charm with the ladies. Everything was always kept 'above the waist', Clara had heard one of the elder sisters say. Still, at only 15, Clara was still very young and inexperienced in the ways of life.

That night, in the comfort of her bed, under the drapes, Clara absent-mindedly let her hands wander across her body; in her mind, those hands belonged to Father Paol. She barely moaned as her fingers teased her forbidden area. She immediately felt remorse.

She got up to wash herself and expunge her sin. She made her way across the halls and into the refectory where she drew some water. She splashed her feet first, then started moving up along her thighs. The creaking of the old convent was nothing new, so Clara paid no mind to the sounds around her. As the cloth neared her private area so she could cleanse it, a solid hand gripped her by the arm and swung her to the floor. She fell face first, half stunned, and felt the presence on top of her. She felt her night gown being pulled up and something soft yet hard against her thigh; the panic set in but a hand wrapped against her mouth before she could scream.

That night, she felt the vile embrace of man for the first time. But it would not be her last.

That morning, sister Clara awoke with a feeling of shame, resentment and betrayal. She knew who had done it. There could be no one else. There were no other men in the sisterhood. Yet she could not bring herself to say it. Who would believe her? Her word was nothing against that of a man of the cloth. She went about her day as if nothing had happened; she cleaned the blood from herself and her blankets without anyone realizing it.

The next night, he visited her in her bed. She simply waited for him to mount her, take her, gagging her all the while. When he left, she huddled against her pillow and cried softly. Every night for the remainder of his visit, the dark figure, which she could never clearly identify but always recognized, came to her bedside. The darkness concealed the evil being perpetrated. No lights ever shone on their illicit actions, and not once did Clara ever open her eyes. She was the guilty one. He was the powerful one - she was being punished for her sins through this one.

For several years, after that, every time father Paol came to visit, the nightly encounters resumed. Every time, Clara kept quiet. She had grown accustomed to it, accustomed to the sensations; she wanted to resist but wanted to give in at the same time.

There came a day when Clara reached the age of thirty-five. The night before, father Paol, no longer as young nor as good-looking as he had been twenty years ago, had visited her in the night. Once again she had taken it without a word. But on the next morning, it was told that father Paol had passed away silently in the night. Clara felt all the accumulated weight of the world pass over her and experienced liberation.

That night, she allowed herself to rest easy. And that's when he visited her again. That night, she screamed in terror as her agressor crawled into her bed and tried to take advantage of her. That night, the entire convent heard and rushed to the scene - only to find one of their own, sister Karen, in bed with sister Clara. The shock was unbelievable. Clara broke down and never recovered, decaying into madness.

As for sister Karen, it was discovered that she was actually a man posing as a nun. He had been doing this not only to sister Clara but to many others. How he had gone unnoticed for all those years remained a mystery. Why he had broken his pattern of assaulting sister Clara while father Paol was visiting was never revealed.

Karen's tale was removed from all literature; his subterfuge in a house of the ladies of the Lord could not be exposed.

It is said that somewhere in the Vatican, all that remains of Karen lies in a jar somewhere, a reminder of the cost of silence and sin. Perhaps if those remains were exposed and explained, the people might not feel such shame over becoming the victims. But that is how the Breeders want it. We are victims to their games.

[molten man]

wow!! amazing!!

speechless!!!

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From the time he was nine, Jake had only wanted two things in life: adventure abroad and lots of money. It wasn't his fault that his needs were so few; he had been born into a poor community, out of wedlock and his mother had to raise him all by herself, in the downtrodden streets of Montreal. Jake had never had formal schooling, her mother not believing in the standard education system and so she had done her best (which really wasn't much) to instruct him.

When he was seven, Jake first noticed the parade of men who came to visit his mother. It would take him a few more years to understand their exact purpose.

One night, he stood outside the door as two men ravaged his mother. Peering through the slightly ajar door, he witnessed the makings of a sexual encounter the likes of which his young mind could not fathom the repercussions. The two men took turns, inserting their whizzers inside his mother's mouth and legs, sometimes both at a time. They shot a sticky substance all across her face and breasts, and then handed cash over.

When he reached the age of fourteen, Jake learned that his mother was sick. Apparently, one of the men she had been sleeping with had a disease which he had passed onto her. She died the very next year. Not willing to be taken over by the state, Jake had left Montreal in a hurry, never looking back.

Things had been tough. In order to survive, Jake had started selling his body. He had been appaled by the fact that it was mostly older men who wanted his services. His first time had not been pleasant. The man had taken him to a hotel, tied him up to the bed with his legs spread apart, and had proceeded to ram him deep inside his buttocks, making him hurt and bleed. Jake had almost taken his life that night. But he had kept on doing the job.

He had met Millie the next year. She had just been dumped by her pimp and he had taken her in. She had thanked him by allowing him to use her for his sexual need. She had been his first girl. He had tried to be tender but the rage built up inside him was hard to control. More often than not, when they performed together, he would have her submit to him, a form of revenge from the treatment he usually received from his clients. Millie understood. She submitted to his whims, however lewd they were.

It so happened that Millie and Jake were both hired by the same client one night. They met in the lobby, somewhat surprised to see each other. Their host, or rather his representative, took them to a bed chamber and explained that they had been hired to perform in front of a crowd. The simulation was simple. They would be on stage and the spectators would tell them what to do. They simply needed to comply. Their base pay was to be a thousand dollars each, and each additional order they took increased their pay by a hundred dollars each.

Millie and Jake, given their years of experience in the field, knew full well what to expect from the crowd, so they were not too scared. They had no idea, however, of the true intent of their masters for the night. If they did, they wouldn't have been so hasty to dismiss their situation.

But such is always the folly of experience.

[To be continued...]

[molten man]

nice.. keep it going!!

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When Jake and Millie took the stage, they first looked out into the audience. They could not see much; the bright spotlights were aimed at them. There was no one near the stage but the hum of a crowd could be heard, gathered in the darkness. An exact number was impossible to guess. The stage was large, quite enough for whatever theatrics the two would have to perform upon each other. They heard a lock on the door from where they had just come in. There was no escape from their plight.

Both were naked, with the exception of a choker and anklets with rings on them where a chain could eventually be tied. The stage itself had an inclined table, facing towards the crowd; there were several chains strapped to it. Other chains dangled from the ceiling.

A loud voice from the room brought the place to utter silence, with a single word. Then, that same voice spoke to the two young performers.

"Your first task is simple. Female slave, you will tie the male slave to the board with the chains. Once you have done that, you will perform oral sex on him, but do not give him release."

Jake moved to the table and allowed Millie to tie him up; they noticed, however, that the way the chains were set-up, Jake would end up being upside down. They complied with the request, and once Jake was safely secured to the table, Millie went about her business. Because of their strange posture, Jake's mouth was about at the level of Millie's sex. He held back any urge to taste her - he knew better than to take any form of initiative. Meanwhile, Millie, with her naked back to the faceless crowd, proceeded with the second part of her task.

As she was performing her duty, an item was lowered from the ceiling towards them.

"Stop! Female slave, retrieve the device."

Millie turned to the device and realized it was simply a dildo. However, one end seemed to have a biter on it.

"Female slave, you will place the biter in the male slave's mouth and impale yourself on the device, facing us."

Millie did as she was told. The situation was less than comfortable for Jake, having to bite down into the device so it would not slip out of his mouth. He did his best to hold it straight while Millie slid down onto it, her sex widening at its entry. It was much larger that what she used herself.

"Female slave, you will slide yourself up and down on the device and provide yourself with release for our pleasure. If the male slave should lose his grip on it during the process, you will both be severely punished."

It wasn't as easy as Millie thought it would be. Jake's head bobbed back and forth as his jaw clenched on the biter. Jake's teeth hurt as much as the muscles in his neck, as Millie thrust herself upon the device. It was much harder to achieve an orgasm in this fashion, but somehow, Millie managed it. She kept her pace slow and steady until the end, allowing the sensation of the large object inside her to drive her into ecstasy. A wrong move during climax, however, almost broke Jake's jaw and forced him to spit out the device, coughing and holding back his screams of pain at the same time. The device remained lodged in Millie.

"You have failed. Punishment will be enacted."

It took a moment for both Millie and Jake to recover and realize what had happened. Jake felt the pain across his jaw very vividly, and he even believed to have broken a tooth in the process. Millie went to remove the item inside her.

"Stop!"

She froze.

"Female slave, your immediate punishment will be to tolerate the device inside you until we say otherwise."

She would comply, though now the device was starting to hurt after the pleasure it had provided her.

"Male slave, you will be whipped five times for your failure."

A whip was lowered from the ceiling in the same process as before.

"Female slave, you will whip the male slave five times. Twice on his legs, twice on his torso and once on his genitalia."

Truth be told, this was something entirely new to both of them. The notion of whipping was completely alien to them. Still, for each action they undertook, their pay increased. For Millie, it wasn't so much a difficulty in doing the deed. She cared for Jake but cared for herself more. She snapped the whip once in the air, moving about to place herself beside the table, careful not to let the device inside her slide out. She decided to follow the steps to the letter.

The whip struck Jake's legs with a loud snap. Jake could not hold in the scream. The whip struck again in the same area. Red marks appeared against the flesh, drawing a small amount of blood with them. Millie was shocked: she had not expected her whip motion to carry such force. When she turned to Jake's chest, she tried to contain her motion, and to some extent, she did. She failed to draw blood, but she saw the red marks appear on the surface of the skin. She snapped one more time across the chest.

It occured to her that snapping a whip at Jake's sex could have even more dangerous repercussions. He was now limp from the pain, but she still feared for his manhood. Still, fearing more for her own sake, she snapped the whip across as best as she could. The whip snapped a little high, at the waist, narrowly avoiding Jake's member.

Jake was barely able to feel anything at the moment. The first slashes had taken the air out of him. He was now numb with pain. Anger and resentment filled his entire being. Millie had not even hesitated. She had complied with their sadistic needs.

Inside himself, Jake felt a lust for revenge which he had never even experienced before.

"Female slave, you will now free the male slave from his bondage."

This time, it took a few moments for Millie to move. Perhaps she suddenly realized the predicament she was in. But she was already up three hundred dollars, possibly more. The lure of money was overriding her usual restraint.

She untied Jake, unaware that she was about to get back worse than she had given.

[To be continued...]

[molten man]

excellent. keep it going!!

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Jake did not have much time to savor his release. The voice spoke up, demanding.

"Male slave, you will position the female slave facing us on all fours. You will then tie her ankles to the chains from the ceiling; you will also tie her hands in the same fashion."

Jake hurried himself to his task. The feel of the whip and the blood against his skin was still burned in his mind. He felt like retaliation. Oddly enough, he didn't even consider that Millie had just been following orders. He wanted to take his frustration on someone, and she was the only person available. Forcefully, he tied the chains to her anklets and her neck collar, then managed to secure her hands in the same fashion. Since she was intended to remain on all fours, he didn't apply that much pressure.

"Male slave, you will penetrate the female slave's sex for intercourse; you are forbidden to release into her."

Jake had been anticipating this. He got on his knees and took her without hesitation. He started thrusting in and out of her, back and forth. He could not see her face; that privilege was only for whoever was watching. It didn't matter. The pain inside his body subsided to be replaced by a feeling of importance.

He heard the lowering of a chain, something heavy, but did not do anything about it. When the clank stopped, the voice spoke.

"Stop. Male slave, you will retrieve the device and position it where you were."

He turned to see. A drilling machine, as he liked to call them. Activated by a piston, the device was used to insert a penis-shaped object, in this instance a dildo, inside the vagina of a woman. The machine was bulky and hard to maneuver, but Jake managed it. Once the device was in place, Jake activated the drilling at its lowest setting, allowing him the opportunity to finetune its precision. Within moments, the automated dildo was sliding in and out of Millie, who was having a hard time containing the sensation.

"Male slave, you will now lie down in front of the female slave, placing your sex at the height of her mouth. She will perform oral sex on you while the machine works on her. You are not allowed to release."

Jake carried on. He was the dominant right now, taking full advantage of the situation. Millie was going down on him as the machine drilled her into ecstasy; it was difficult for Jake to contain himself under this kind of stimulation, so he managed to pace himself. Whenever it started to get too intense, he would slow things down, sometimes stop for a few seconds altogether. Millie was almost biting down on him at some point.

The machine suddenly powered down. Millie sighed in relief. The stress of the automated dildo inside her was really taking its toll. She had climaxed at least another time, and couldn't be sure exactly.

"Male slave, you will remove the device to the side of the room."

Jake was having a hard time coordinating his body with all the stimulation in the room. It took him a moment to carry out the order. No warnings were given. He hoped it was a good thing.

Eventually, the sound of chains clanking was heard; suddenly, Millie was raised from the floor, stretched between the chains as they pulled her up from the all-fours position. She was awkward in her lift, her head tilting forward, her legs and arms pulled away from her body. The position seemed relatively painful. She got suspended over five feet from the floor.

"Male slave, you will retrieve the whip and exact the punishment on the female slave. You will strike her behind three times, and her breasts a same amount."

Millie almost broke protocol to ask the reason for the punishment, but she knew better. She clenched her teeth as Jake readied the whip. The first strike on her behind was sharp and loud, crackling like thunder, leaving red marks on the skin. Jake had put much force into it. Immediately, he felt a tinge of sympathy. The other two makes weren't as sharp, but they did eventually draw blood. To whip her breasts, which were below her, Jake had to a reverse swing on the whip. The maneuver was complex. He managed it once but the whip opened his finger and he cut himself deep. Blood gushed from the wound. He cringed and dropped the whip.

"Male slave, you have dropped the whip. Retrieve it now and no punishment will be exacted."

It was painful for Jake to even bend his fingers, with the pain rushing into his hand, but he didn't want to further aggravate his audience. He pulled the whip up and repeated the motion twice, this time avoiding his injured finger. The red marks on Millie's stomach and breasts were almost bloody. Jake trembled at his cut; he didn't want to look at the open gash but he couldn't look away. He shouldn't have been traumatized by it but he was.

"Slaves. You have been exacted penance for your failure. You now have a three minute respite."

The chains lowered Millie to the floor. She collapsed in a heap, oblivious to anything but the pain Jake had just inflicted her stretched out body. She sobbed silently, not wanting her audience, or Jake for that matter, see her moment of weakness. Besides, Jake was too enthralled in his own pain to care.

Somewhere in the room, evil eyes were staring at the two, conjuring up sicker scenarios for them to play out.

[molten man]

excellent. keep it going!!

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Somewhere else...

"I say it's enough. Let them be."
"Are you nuts? This is just getting good."

The two technicians were arguing over what to do next, in the control booth. The lead technician, much older than the other, was deriving much pleasure from what he is inflicting the two actors on stage.

"This is gold. Do you know how much money we'll make selling this shit across the net?"
"Still, I mean, whipping like that? They're bleeding."
"So what? It sells."

The younger technician was not as inclined. He was in this for the pay mostly. His colleague was more into the fetish than he had initially let on.

"Two minutes."

The younger technician was looking at the countdown. The older technician turned to him squarely.

"Look, Ted, it's simple. This set-up was about a thousand dollars location, plus the props, the chains, the devices we had to order... round that up, makes about ten thousand dollars, not to mention your pay, mine, the studio. We have to milk this."
"Brian, you're the lead. I'm just saying, maybe we tone it down a little. Maybe less whipping? Maybe flogging would be better."
"I suppose."
"I mean we don't want to break them, do we?"

Brian didn't answer just yet, which made Ted a little squeamish.

"Where did you find these two, anyway?"
"Ads."

Ted wasn't at all convinced that his colleague hadn't hired both of them in the past. This was Ted's first shoot, after all.

"Why couldn't we tell them we're filming?"
"Because!... It takes away from the realism."
"But what if they eventually see it?"
"Who are they gonna sue? It's not like they ever saw either one of us. Look, this is gold, Ted. Just bear with me."
"Fine. Thirty seconds left, anyway. What do we have them do?"
"Let's stick to the checklist."

Ted retrieved the pad and looked at their list.

- Male tied upside down - checked
- Fellatio on Male by Female - checked
- Mouth dildo - checked
- Female chained on all fours - checked
- Rear entry by male - checked
- Sex machine - checked
- Fellation on Male - checked
- Female suspension - checked

"We're at Male anal penetration," Ted said.
"Great. Turn on the voice modulator."

Brian turned to the microphone while Ted flicked a switch on the control panel. Brian spoke while keeping his finger on a button.

"Female slave, you will bind the feet of the Male slave to chains while he remains on all fours."

He heard the echo of his own voice coming back towards him.

"You'll see, Ted. This is gonna be great."

Ted wasn't convinced, but really, it was just a job to him. I mean, they were willing to perform, they were getting paid, like he was. Why should he complain about his situation? That girl was hot.

Brian looked at his younger counterpart.

That's how it starts... Poor Ted. You have no idea what you're getting into. Then again, neither did I... but that's okay. You'll grow into it.

Brian was reminded of a phrase he had learned in catholic school. How ironic that he now applied it to his world.

All it takes for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.

Brian smiled wickedly.

"Let's do some evil..."

He snickered and laughed. Ted disregarded the comment. If only he had known that Brian was a pawn of the Breeders... but then again, no one would ever know, because Breeders never took any chances in that matter. Ted's repeated exposure to the debasing of human beings was merely the first step in his spiral into moral decay. The Breeders had turned corruption into an art, and Ted would soon be as corrupt as his colleague.

Jake and Millie, on the other hand, were just pawns, toys to play with. And Brian would play with them, until they couldn't take it anymore, until they were broken and malleable. Only then would he give them release. But that's something they'd have to choose for themselves...

[molten man]

amazing as usual!!

[interesting]

The possibilities are endless...

I'll be taking a break from this story for a while; the portion with Jake and Millie is over anyway, I did get to my 'point', so the next installment would delve into yet another form of perversion.

It's nice to be sick, once in a while, especially in writing. :)

Molten_Man, thank you very much for all your comments, even if they are short, they are greatly appreciated and one of the reasons why I am motivated to write as such. I'll get back to this one eventually, just be patient with me, and thanks again.

[molten man]

take your time interesting and do come up with another part of this scintillating story!!

Hats off to your writing skill..

[Swan]

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