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the milf hunter is sexing americas moms, must be stopped
Me thinks I shall do just that.
***********from the Nikkei Tale, Five Deadly Venoms Part One*****
---The story thus far: The Narrator, an unnamed high executive of "Acronym LLC", a ruthless, sinister Hedge Fund, has the duty of kidnapping a Japanese lesbian; who is intended to serve as a sacrificial victim in a necro-fiscal rite of magic at the climax of which, the Japanese stock market will be destroyed. No such "snuff" related activites are actually discussed in this selection from the tale, designed to be palatable to Literotica viewers. As this segment opens, the Narrator has been charged by wizards in the employ of "Acronym LLC" with the task of subjecting the Japanese girl to severe sexual humiliation in order to soften up her soul for transition to the astral plane. WARNING: Contains (mostly-tongue-in-cheek) anti-Semitism, anti-Nipponism, homophobia, non-consentual forcible oral domination, and other insults to good taste.
"......... One can imagine my sentiments as I hunched there in the vestibule of a stretch limousine, rubbing against the bare bethonged asscheeks of a leggy lesbian facing an appointment with death, a group of burly mercenaries lounging about stroking their weapons and mentally adding their overtime pay. A man in my line often finds himself coping with circumstance both strange and unforeseen, but this takes the proverbial cake. It’st odd: when the evening began, I went out looking for a sacrificial victim in order that my company might perform the necro-financial rites and enjoy a profitable consummation. My interest in the proceedings was purely professional and my attitude no-nonsense. But as the night wore on, I found myself caught up in the dramatic humiliations and torture of this young Japanese girl, this fake-titted, long-legged Nipponese delegate to that Sapphic Congress which, as everyone knows, is held annually upon the Isle of Lesbos. Negative feelings were stirring within me, and I found myself possessed by an urge to improvise. An incontinent upwelling of dark eloquence, from a place in my heart I had never known, burst like a bubble of swamp gas upon the surface of my consciousness, and the lexicon of lust seemed to place itself at my disposal. When I looked up at that hairy Semitic visage, bearded, face somehow simultaneously fat and vulpine, bulbous of proboscis, and saw the look in the eyes of our penile proxy, I knew that I had made an inspired choice. Despite our use of force and our humiliating and casualy brutal treatment of the fellow, he was responding to the helplessness and shame of the sacrificial victim, who, alimentary canal swimming in his seed, would soon be keeping her date with the gallows tree. The ceremonial “last meal”, traditional on death row, though in this case the menu had been planned without consultation of the condemned.
What does it mean when a man, a middle-aged fellow possessed, by the look of him, of no small amount of amour propre (despite a dirty shirt and breath stinking of garlicky kosher cookery), displays the symptoms of naked and vicious lust in circumstances most bizarre and quite detrimental to his personal dignity? To be spreadeagled at gunpoint, bare-assed as a chimp on the street corner, pants around stockinged ankles in that most ridiculous and overeager state of male deshabille. …laughed at and threatened by hard and dangerous men… I could certainly never function sexually in such a situation. Was it something masochistic, self-hating, or self-loathing in him that caused his eyes to flash so? I think not. Read on, and I’ll see if I can clarify my theories a bit. I intended to milk this fellow of his seed, as surely and professionally as a livestock breeder, and I think he found it as deuced stimulating as I. Although in this case the male had not been chosen for his well -formed fetlocks nor the female for her prize-winning shapely udders, but rather, she as a cabalistic representative of Nippon and he as the most distasteful, disgusting specimen we could lay our hands upon at short notice. And yet….and yet perhaps negative dieties do swim in the chaos that lies in the center of the spheres, reaching into our world to influence the destinies of men and even women and even Jews. (And here, I believe, lay the real heart of the matter and my justification for believing my choice inspired, or even divinely influenced). To the sexual eye, the man was obviously secretly, vilely, covetously, venomously lustful, a man the sucking-off of whom was certain to act as a dark corrosive upon the soul of any woman, much less a young, attractive Japanese lesbian who undoubtedly viewed male lust as threatening, ridiculous and unclean. A Jew methinks, as a religious man, has an appearance of dignity and rabbinical restraint to maintain upon the street. A Hasidim is a representative of a small communityof the blessed, charged with bringing about the return of the Messiah through good behaviour. Who knows how many young girls the Jew had eyed furtively in passing, a bitter sneer of lust upon his Fagin’s features passing for the disdain of the godly for the world of hypocrites and sin. It was all in the open now, his façade blown wide open. Pistol to head he would be forced to perform the selfsame black act he had no doubt contemplated in his secret heart, in public for all to see. Maybe that very day he had passed a gaggle of young Japanese exchange students and heard their giggles as he strained his peripheral vision to catch a glimpse of their plump asses without appearing untoward. Maybe he knew that, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying, they were in fact laughing at his beard, at his getup, at his gut, his waddle…oh can you IMAGINE fucking THAT, etc, etc. (in Japanese of course) …He knows he is superior to women, all women, especially a bunch of bowlegged, squinty-eyed sluts like the Japs, the Holy Torah tells him so as well as custom handed down from the forefathers back into time immemorial, but this knowledge does him no good. Now he would get his revenge, and not only that, but he was absolved-at pistol-point- of all personal responsibility. Read and understand this well, because it is my belief that the Jew here represents all men: in the heart of each of us lies the capacity for venomous lust and black sexual rage, though society and breeding teach us to regard it with shame
Chapter 10-containing a black parody of the Wedding Ritual
I had the girl’s hair wrapped around my fist, a grip so tight and painful that she emitted a constant high whine like a tiny mechanism at the point of failure. With a yank I pulled her into position once again, and reached up and took hold with my gloved hand of the Rabbi’s wiggly worm, as short, fat, flexible and pasty a circumcised cock as you ever saw. I gripped it delicately near the base, with thumb and forefinger, and jiggled it up and down with a shimmying motion from the wrist, imparting upon it a most risible up-an-down flopping motion. My mouth to her ear, I whispered hoochie-koo and finally bobbled his cockhead against her lips, causing them to bobble and flap as well for a second, until she drew them back against her clenched teeth in a rictus of revulsion, eyes tight shut, trying to twist her head to the side against the pain of my grip on her hair. I gave the Rabbi’s face a quick, sly look and he seemed transfixed by the scene, hands still flat on the roof like a suspect being frisked. I could feel his cock starting to harden in my grasp, growing thicker rather than longer.
“Open wide, you fucking dyke bitch. Open your mouth and eyes right now, or I’m going to have the sergeant here pistol-whip you right in the face and knock your teeth down your throat, “University of the Americas”-style. A toothless mouth should provide a hell of a smooth and slippery ride for the Rabbi here, don’t you think? An esophageal vagina! That would be an excellent revenge for all the times you have laughed at him on the street. Open wide, I said!”
Her slanty eyes popped open then and rolled to the whites, as desperately as those of any horse being administered a dose of physic, and her mouth half-opened, closed, and reopened, as if unable to decide the worse fate. I bobbled cockhead against soft lips once more, my eyes on the Jew the while.
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“I appoint myself pastor, priest and Justice of the Peace. Now hear the dark doxology: Do you, Jew, accept this skanky Jap cunt, with her too-big fake titties and her half-breed genes, her long legs and her tight dress and thong riding up between her fat little asscheeks, to be your unlawful, unwilling cocksucker?”
I bobbled his dick up and down here, to indicate assent, and got a firm hold on the back of her head. Now her mouth hung open, as if in shock. Behind me, from the air-conditioned darkness of the limousine, I heard a crackle of static and a burst of distorted electronic conversation. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned my head and saw the bland, sweaty face of my security director looming towards me.
“Headquarters wants to know what’s taking us so long, sir. They say everything is ready to go.”
He looked at his watch in a meaningful manner.
“Yes indeed. Tell them we’ll just be a few minutes. Have the shipping and receiving foreman open the loading dock door. We’ll bring her in that way in order to avoid queering the festivities.”
“Aye aye, sir.”
I was speaking as if in a trance. Part of me knew that time was of the essence and that I should rush through the task at hand and speed back to headquarters in time to make the sacrifice, but for some reason time itself seemed to be slowing down and I had the curious certainty that I could take as long as I liked with the deliciously foul blowjob that I was about to inflict upon this poor girl, this high-fashion lesbian who no doubt had never tasted a penis of any sort, much less one belonging to so lustful, unattractive and vile a person as our captive proxy. Indeed, though I tell this tale with the omniscience and deliberate measure of hindsight, at the time I was in the strangest state of mind. As I remember it, the roaring of blood in my ears threatened to drown all other sounds and my visual field seemed tunneled and restricted by dark walls that insisted on framing the scene like a proscenium arch. Though I acted with complete assurance, I felt as though I was reading lines that had been written for me dark ages ago and carven in stone in preparation for this exact moment.
With one hand still twined in the victim’s hair, I seized her smooth cheeks and squeezed them hard, forcing her lips into a goldfish pout. I was obliged to relinquish my grasp upon the Rabbi’s penis to accomplish this and was gratified to see it in a semi-hard state. My associate standing behind him on the sidewalk leaned in with the pistol and lifted her lips away from her teeth with the snout of the silencer, like a horsetrader inspecting a prospective purchase. Then he placed the muzzle firmly against her forehead, lifted it away for a second and then clapped it back against her head with a flick of the wrist, leaving a red circular mark like a third eye, precisely aligned between her two earthly eyes.
“Open your mouth wide”,
I hissed in her ear, and she did, hypnotized by the muzzle of the pistol.
Again I seized the Rabbi’s tool, now at least ¾ hard. He was panting, eyes fixed and glittering, seemingly withdrawn to a private place.
“Excellent. Do you, bitch, promise to suckle this short fat penis, and bring its loathsome, lustful owner to a satisfying and vicious orgasm, swallowing in due measure his scrotal phlegm, the foul fruit of his balls? Do you promise to get him off quickly, given our time restraints and your rapidly pending execution?”
I gave her head a few nods, then shifted to my best stentorian, “James Earl Jones” voice:
“Now, sir, prepare yourself to receive your first lesson in the joys of dark philosophy. Bitch, you may suck the cock!”
And with that I forced her lips as far apart as they would go. The Jew was fully erect. My associate goosed him with the silencer and he lurched forward into her mouth. His pecker fit there, as nicely as a component doth a socket.
Chapter 11-The Sucking of the Jew-Japanese Lesbian forced to fellate an unattractive Fellow
Well, there we were. All of us stock-still, immobilized by the timeless quality of the proceedings. I looked up at that swarthy Semitic mouthrapist and saw his quivering lips, which could not seem to decide whether to form themselves into an “O” of mortification or a rictus of sheer pleasure. His hips gave a preliminary push and the pressure of her wet mouth must have been delightful, because his eyelids fluttered and closed for a second. I was beside myself with sheer joy at that moment. I could see his indecision, the head ordering the cock to wither, the hips desiring to thrust and thrust. She still wasn’t moving; eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in a gagging expression.
“That does it. Out with her teeth, Sergeant”
The threat was enough. She began to bob her head tentatively. The Rabbi’s penis was so short that she could take the entire length in her mouth, yet so swollen and fat that it stretched her lips as wide as they would go. I observed the saliva-slicked cock sliding in and out.
“Jesus, Kinko, that must taste utterly foul. Why these bastards never bathe is beyond me. Look at his face; I think he’s enjoying this despite himself. Yes he is! He’s getting off! Banging a stuck-up Japanese broad in the mouth…not much of a princess NOW are you? ….If only your lesbo friends could see you. Sucking off a nasty old Jew man…... Yuck. …..Make it smooth and nice for the ugly old fuck, he’s got to shoot it off into your face any minute now or we are going to be late for the execution… You little cunt, I think you might have done this before! You are taking every inch of his old turkey-neck into that throat of yours! Blow him! Mouth his member! What would Mary Daley and Andrea Dworkin say about this? They’d have your insignia ripped off and then drum you right off the Isle of Lesbos in disgrace!”
I admit that at this point lust got the better of dignity and I fumbled my belt buckle open and unzipped my expensive trousers. They dropped to my knees, still on the limo floor outside the girl’s legs. With one hand to the back of her head, forcing it up and down, I produced my tool with the other and began slapping her asscheeks with it, as if it were a truncheon or a length of heavy hose, producing a rhythmic sound that syncopated nicely with the strangled “gluck-gluck-gluck” issuing from Kinko’s belabored throat. Demonically inspired, I addressed myself to her tormentor:
“Look at that little Jap cunt sucking your fat Jew dick! Think of all the bitches you have looked upon with lust and contempt: it’s time to repay them all, with interest! Come on, you fuck, give it to her mouth!… Abrade her tonsils! After all, Jahweh can’t punish you for this, we are FORCING you to mouthrape this stuck-up little whore”
I let off drubbing the girl’s bare ass with my dick and stood up in the limo, pants around ankles like a well-dressed doppelganger of the fellated Rabbi. I poked my torso through the sunroof and leaned over to his sweating face, as casual as if I was talking to someone in a bar:
“Come on, sir, we haven’t got all day! Quit holding out on us! Haven’t you got an ugly wife with a wig at home? I bet she never performs the black act of fellatio upon you? Think of it, Rabbi! FELLATIO….’fell-ay-shee-oh’…. or perhaps if I were King I’d order it pronounced ‘fell-AH-tee-oh’, or even ‘fell-ay-tee-oh’. Do you see what I’m driving at here, you disgusting goblin? Don’t feel guilty, this little bitch is a LESBIAN! A sinner in the eyes of Jehovah! Give her a dose of the seed of Abraham, Isaac, and all those other horny old motherfuckers! Maybe we can set her on the right path. That’s right, give it all you’ve got, Rabbi!”
My words must have hit their mark in the Rabbi’s lizard brain, because all of a sudden a guttural groan was wrenched from the depths of his being. His eyes popped open and stared down at Kinko’s lips as they worked along his shaft.
“One minute, motherfucker! That’s what you’ve got! One minute more to shoot a wad into this skanky bitch. Let’s go, you fat fuck!”
His lips set in a furious grimace, he began pounding in and out of her mouth, jarring her head back with every stroke. Suddenly, his hands let go of the top of the door and seized her head on either side. My associate made to restrain him but backed off as I shot him a look. As if in a dream, I looked from side to side and saw that my men had shouldered through the sunroof to watch the proceedings from above. As one, they began to beat the rthymn of the face-fuckery upon the echoing steel roof of the limo with their bare palms, chanting all the while:
“SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!”
The devilish chorus seemed to push things over the edge. My associate had dropped his pistol to the sidewalk and removed his belt. With it, he beat a furious counterrythymn on the bare, humping ass of the Rabbi. We were all contained in an implacable, inexhorable pulse, like galley slaves rowing to the stroke of the drum into a flaming melee. A desperate yet regular retching sound, like someone trying to vomit through a gag, kept nearly inaudible counterpoint. I could barely contain myself. For the last time, like an evil jack-in-the-box in reverse, I dropped back inside the vehicle, hands shaking with excitement, and fumbled off my own belt. I doubled it over into a short, wide strap and without further ado began to flail the poor girl’s ass like a man possessed. The thunder of the men beating on the roof drowned out everything else, but over the din roared the voice of the Jew:
“Take it! Suck it! Suck it all you whore! Drink my sperm! Milk my balls till they shrivel! Fuck you you fucking Jap bitch fuck!!”
At that moment time stretched out to an eternity-nearly froze in fact-and, in tones and phrases reminiscent of Darth Vader at his most stentorian, I made one of those improbably long and detailed speeches which Marvel superheros from the Steve Ditka era were often wont to make while in the middle of a backflip or some other unlikely maneouver:
“Now suffer shame and degredation as you cause this nasty man’s unwholesome seed to flow and enter your body! Prepare to choke as his vermiculate gametes cockscrew and wiggle their way down your throat, leaving a trail of Pre-Cambrian slime! And you, sir! Feeeeeeel the various sacs and other biological components deep within you flex and swell as they prepare to jet forth a stream of the purest deadly venom, venom refined and purified through the alchemical rites of violence and lust! At this moment, I initiate you into the brotherhood of black philosophers! Shoot! Shoot, you Hebrew bastard, shoot!”
And with a wordless and eldritch howl, I exhorted him to spend. Honking like a bullbat, the Semite discharged into her mouth. The gagging tones from the girl became liquid, desperate, drowning. He clung to the edge of the roof, face apopleptic, eyes nearly rolled back into his head, seemingly at the brink of a heart-attack, gasping, legs unable to hold him upright, as his glands and sacs did their ejaculatory duty. All movement stopped except for the heaving of his chest, he was tethered to Kiko by a cock, as she tried to gulp and swallow and not drown. He suddenly pulls free, arms swinging apelike, head lowered, like a drunken man looking to fight invisible tormentors. Desperate for air, the girl gasps and inadvertenly blows a huge, rainbow-colored bubble from the sticky sperm clogging her mouth. The men all spent and stunned like exultants after a rite. The Jew suddenly lurches forward, perhaps looking to pummel or strike the girl, for reasons unknown, but my associate catches him and holds him back. Myself breathing heavily as well, heart racing, order my men into the car with clumsy gestures behind my back, eyes on the Jew all the while. He stares back with confused and enraged eyes like an angry bull.
Chapter 12-Narrator glories in the triumph of black Philosophy
“You see, you ugly old fuck? Now you understand. I’ve made a philosopher of you as well. No, you can’t come with us. We are taking her there, to kill her, now. In a ceremony that will make me a rich man”
I pointed across town to the company headquarters, which loomed against the black sky gigantic and ablaze, like an oceanliner.
“Go forth and spread the word, and perhaps we shall meet some day in hell!”
These last words yelled out the window over the roar of the engine as we pulled away from the curb. The Jew staggered after the limo, pants around ankles, like a postulant benumbed by some impossible new vision. He shrunk in rapid perpective in the lane of the receding streetlights.
enjoy, rascoe
WriterDom said:
Me thinks I shall do just that.
***********from the Nikkei Tale, Five Deadly Venoms Part One*****
---The story thus far: The Narrator, an unnamed high executive of "Acronym LLC", a ruthless, sinister Hedge Fund, has the duty of kidnapping a Japanese lesbian; who is intended to serve as a sacrificial victim in a necro-fiscal rite of magic at the climax of which, the Japanese stock market will be destroyed. No such "snuff" related activites are actually discussed in this selection from the tale, designed to be palatable to Literotica viewers. As this segment opens, the Narrator has been charged by wizards in the employ of "Acronym LLC" with the task of subjecting the Japanese girl to severe sexual humiliation in order to soften up her soul for transition to the astral plane. WARNING: Contains (mostly-tongue-in-cheek) anti-Semitism, anti-Nipponism, homophobia, non-consentual forcible oral domination, and other insults to good taste.
"......... One can imagine my sentiments as I hunched there in the vestibule of a stretch limousine, rubbing against the bare bethonged asscheeks of a leggy lesbian facing an appointment with death, a group of burly mercenaries lounging about stroking their weapons and mentally adding their overtime pay. A man in my line often finds himself coping with circumstance both strange and unforeseen, but this takes the proverbial cake. It’st odd: when the evening began, I went out looking for a sacrificial victim in order that my company might perform the necro-financial rites and enjoy a profitable consummation. My interest in the proceedings was purely professional and my attitude no-nonsense. But as the night wore on, I found myself caught up in the dramatic humiliations and torture of this young Japanese girl, this fake-titted, long-legged Nipponese delegate to that Sapphic Congress which, as everyone knows, is held annually upon the Isle of Lesbos. Negative feelings were stirring within me, and I found myself possessed by an urge to improvise. An incontinent upwelling of dark eloquence, from a place in my heart I had never known, burst like a bubble of swamp gas upon the surface of my consciousness, and the lexicon of lust seemed to place itself at my disposal. When I looked up at that hairy Semitic visage, bearded, face somehow simultaneously fat and vulpine, bulbous of proboscis, and saw the look in the eyes of our penile proxy, I knew that I had made an inspired choice. Despite our use of force and our humiliating and casualy brutal treatment of the fellow, he was responding to the helplessness and shame of the sacrificial victim, who, alimentary canal swimming in his seed, would soon be keeping her date with the gallows tree. The ceremonial “last meal”, traditional on death row, though in this case the menu had been planned without consultation of the condemned.
What does it mean when a man, a middle-aged fellow possessed, by the look of him, of no small amount of amour propre (despite a dirty shirt and breath stinking of garlicky kosher cookery), displays the symptoms of naked and vicious lust in circumstances most bizarre and quite detrimental to his personal dignity? To be spreadeagled at gunpoint, bare-assed as a chimp on the street corner, pants around stockinged ankles in that most ridiculous and overeager state of male deshabille. …laughed at and threatened by hard and dangerous men… I could certainly never function sexually in such a situation. Was it something masochistic, self-hating, or self-loathing in him that caused his eyes to flash so? I think not. Read on, and I’ll see if I can clarify my theories a bit. I intended to milk this fellow of his seed, as surely and professionally as a livestock breeder, and I think he found it as deuced stimulating as I. Although in this case the male had not been chosen for his well -formed fetlocks nor the female for her prize-winning shapely udders, but rather, she as a cabalistic representative of Nippon and he as the most distasteful, disgusting specimen we could lay our hands upon at short notice. And yet….and yet perhaps negative dieties do swim in the chaos that lies in the center of the spheres, reaching into our world to influence the destinies of men and even women and even Jews. (And here, I believe, lay the real heart of the matter and my justification for believing my choice inspired, or even divinely influenced). To the sexual eye, the man was obviously secretly, vilely, covetously, venomously lustful, a man the sucking-off of whom was certain to act as a dark corrosive upon the soul of any woman, much less a young, attractive Japanese lesbian who undoubtedly viewed male lust as threatening, ridiculous and unclean. A Jew methinks, as a religious man, has an appearance of dignity and rabbinical restraint to maintain upon the street. A Hasidim is a representative of a small communityof the blessed, charged with bringing about the return of the Messiah through good behaviour. Who knows how many young girls the Jew had eyed furtively in passing, a bitter sneer of lust upon his Fagin’s features passing for the disdain of the godly for the world of hypocrites and sin. It was all in the open now, his façade blown wide open. Pistol to head he would be forced to perform the selfsame black act he had no doubt contemplated in his secret heart, in public for all to see. Maybe that very day he had passed a gaggle of young Japanese exchange students and heard their giggles as he strained his peripheral vision to catch a glimpse of their plump asses without appearing untoward. Maybe he knew that, though he couldn’t make out what they were saying, they were in fact laughing at his beard, at his getup, at his gut, his waddle…oh can you IMAGINE fucking THAT, etc, etc. (in Japanese of course) …He knows he is superior to women, all women, especially a bunch of bowlegged, squinty-eyed sluts like the Japs, the Holy Torah tells him so as well as custom handed down from the forefathers back into time immemorial, but this knowledge does him no good. Now he would get his revenge, and not only that, but he was absolved-at pistol-point- of all personal responsibility. Read and understand this well, because it is my belief that the Jew here represents all men: in the heart of each of us lies the capacity for venomous lust and black sexual rage, though society and breeding teach us to regard it with shame
Chapter 10-containing a black parody of the Wedding Ritual
I had the girl’s hair wrapped around my fist, a grip so tight and painful that she emitted a constant high whine like a tiny mechanism at the point of failure. With a yank I pulled her into position once again, and reached up and took hold with my gloved hand of the Rabbi’s wiggly worm, as short, fat, flexible and pasty a circumcised cock as you ever saw. I gripped it delicately near the base, with thumb and forefinger, and jiggled it up and down with a shimmying motion from the wrist, imparting upon it a most risible up-an-down flopping motion. My mouth to her ear, I whispered hoochie-koo and finally bobbled his cockhead against her lips, causing them to bobble and flap as well for a second, until she drew them back against her clenched teeth in a rictus of revulsion, eyes tight shut, trying to twist her head to the side against the pain of my grip on her hair. I gave the Rabbi’s face a quick, sly look and he seemed transfixed by the scene, hands still flat on the roof like a suspect being frisked. I could feel his cock starting to harden in my grasp, growing thicker rather than longer.
“Open wide, you fucking dyke bitch. Open your mouth and eyes right now, or I’m going to have the sergeant here pistol-whip you right in the face and knock your teeth down your throat, “University of the Americas”-style. A toothless mouth should provide a hell of a smooth and slippery ride for the Rabbi here, don’t you think? An esophageal vagina! That would be an excellent revenge for all the times you have laughed at him on the street. Open wide, I said!”
Her slanty eyes popped open then and rolled to the whites, as desperately as those of any horse being administered a dose of physic, and her mouth half-opened, closed, and reopened, as if unable to decide the worse fate. I bobbled cockhead against soft lips once more, my eyes on the Jew the while.
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“I appoint myself pastor, priest and Justice of the Peace. Now hear the dark doxology: Do you, Jew, accept this skanky Jap cunt, with her too-big fake titties and her half-breed genes, her long legs and her tight dress and thong riding up between her fat little asscheeks, to be your unlawful, unwilling cocksucker?”
I bobbled his dick up and down here, to indicate assent, and got a firm hold on the back of her head. Now her mouth hung open, as if in shock. Behind me, from the air-conditioned darkness of the limousine, I heard a crackle of static and a burst of distorted electronic conversation. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned my head and saw the bland, sweaty face of my security director looming towards me.
“Headquarters wants to know what’s taking us so long, sir. They say everything is ready to go.”
He looked at his watch in a meaningful manner.
“Yes indeed. Tell them we’ll just be a few minutes. Have the shipping and receiving foreman open the loading dock door. We’ll bring her in that way in order to avoid queering the festivities.”
“Aye aye, sir.”
I was speaking as if in a trance. Part of me knew that time was of the essence and that I should rush through the task at hand and speed back to headquarters in time to make the sacrifice, but for some reason time itself seemed to be slowing down and I had the curious certainty that I could take as long as I liked with the deliciously foul blowjob that I was about to inflict upon this poor girl, this high-fashion lesbian who no doubt had never tasted a penis of any sort, much less one belonging to so lustful, unattractive and vile a person as our captive proxy. Indeed, though I tell this tale with the omniscience and deliberate measure of hindsight, at the time I was in the strangest state of mind. As I remember it, the roaring of blood in my ears threatened to drown all other sounds and my visual field seemed tunneled and restricted by dark walls that insisted on framing the scene like a proscenium arch. Though I acted with complete assurance, I felt as though I was reading lines that had been written for me dark ages ago and carven in stone in preparation for this exact moment.
With one hand still twined in the victim’s hair, I seized her smooth cheeks and squeezed them hard, forcing her lips into a goldfish pout. I was obliged to relinquish my grasp upon the Rabbi’s penis to accomplish this and was gratified to see it in a semi-hard state. My associate standing behind him on the sidewalk leaned in with the pistol and lifted her lips away from her teeth with the snout of the silencer, like a horsetrader inspecting a prospective purchase. Then he placed the muzzle firmly against her forehead, lifted it away for a second and then clapped it back against her head with a flick of the wrist, leaving a red circular mark like a third eye, precisely aligned between her two earthly eyes.
“Open your mouth wide”,
I hissed in her ear, and she did, hypnotized by the muzzle of the pistol.
Again I seized the Rabbi’s tool, now at least ¾ hard. He was panting, eyes fixed and glittering, seemingly withdrawn to a private place.
“Excellent. Do you, bitch, promise to suckle this short fat penis, and bring its loathsome, lustful owner to a satisfying and vicious orgasm, swallowing in due measure his scrotal phlegm, the foul fruit of his balls? Do you promise to get him off quickly, given our time restraints and your rapidly pending execution?”
I gave her head a few nods, then shifted to my best stentorian, “James Earl Jones” voice:
“Now, sir, prepare yourself to receive your first lesson in the joys of dark philosophy. Bitch, you may suck the cock!”
And with that I forced her lips as far apart as they would go. The Jew was fully erect. My associate goosed him with the silencer and he lurched forward into her mouth. His pecker fit there, as nicely as a component doth a socket.
Chapter 11-The Sucking of the Jew-Japanese Lesbian forced to fellate an unattractive Fellow
Well, there we were. All of us stock-still, immobilized by the timeless quality of the proceedings. I looked up at that swarthy Semitic mouthrapist and saw his quivering lips, which could not seem to decide whether to form themselves into an “O” of mortification or a rictus of sheer pleasure. His hips gave a preliminary push and the pressure of her wet mouth must have been delightful, because his eyelids fluttered and closed for a second. I was beside myself with sheer joy at that moment. I could see his indecision, the head ordering the cock to wither, the hips desiring to thrust and thrust. She still wasn’t moving; eyes squeezed shut, face contorted in a gagging expression.
“That does it. Out with her teeth, Sergeant”
The threat was enough. She began to bob her head tentatively. The Rabbi’s penis was so short that she could take the entire length in her mouth, yet so swollen and fat that it stretched her lips as wide as they would go. I observed the saliva-slicked cock sliding in and out.
“Jesus, Kinko, that must taste utterly foul. Why these bastards never bathe is beyond me. Look at his face; I think he’s enjoying this despite himself. Yes he is! He’s getting off! Banging a stuck-up Japanese broad in the mouth…not much of a princess NOW are you? ….If only your lesbo friends could see you. Sucking off a nasty old Jew man…... Yuck. …..Make it smooth and nice for the ugly old fuck, he’s got to shoot it off into your face any minute now or we are going to be late for the execution… You little cunt, I think you might have done this before! You are taking every inch of his old turkey-neck into that throat of yours! Blow him! Mouth his member! What would Mary Daley and Andrea Dworkin say about this? They’d have your insignia ripped off and then drum you right off the Isle of Lesbos in disgrace!”
I admit that at this point lust got the better of dignity and I fumbled my belt buckle open and unzipped my expensive trousers. They dropped to my knees, still on the limo floor outside the girl’s legs. With one hand to the back of her head, forcing it up and down, I produced my tool with the other and began slapping her asscheeks with it, as if it were a truncheon or a length of heavy hose, producing a rhythmic sound that syncopated nicely with the strangled “gluck-gluck-gluck” issuing from Kinko’s belabored throat. Demonically inspired, I addressed myself to her tormentor:
“Look at that little Jap cunt sucking your fat Jew dick! Think of all the bitches you have looked upon with lust and contempt: it’s time to repay them all, with interest! Come on, you fuck, give it to her mouth!… Abrade her tonsils! After all, Jahweh can’t punish you for this, we are FORCING you to mouthrape this stuck-up little whore”
I let off drubbing the girl’s bare ass with my dick and stood up in the limo, pants around ankles like a well-dressed doppelganger of the fellated Rabbi. I poked my torso through the sunroof and leaned over to his sweating face, as casual as if I was talking to someone in a bar:
“Come on, sir, we haven’t got all day! Quit holding out on us! Haven’t you got an ugly wife with a wig at home? I bet she never performs the black act of fellatio upon you? Think of it, Rabbi! FELLATIO….’fell-ay-shee-oh’…. or perhaps if I were King I’d order it pronounced ‘fell-AH-tee-oh’, or even ‘fell-ay-tee-oh’. Do you see what I’m driving at here, you disgusting goblin? Don’t feel guilty, this little bitch is a LESBIAN! A sinner in the eyes of Jehovah! Give her a dose of the seed of Abraham, Isaac, and all those other horny old motherfuckers! Maybe we can set her on the right path. That’s right, give it all you’ve got, Rabbi!”
My words must have hit their mark in the Rabbi’s lizard brain, because all of a sudden a guttural groan was wrenched from the depths of his being. His eyes popped open and stared down at Kinko’s lips as they worked along his shaft.
“One minute, motherfucker! That’s what you’ve got! One minute more to shoot a wad into this skanky bitch. Let’s go, you fat fuck!”
His lips set in a furious grimace, he began pounding in and out of her mouth, jarring her head back with every stroke. Suddenly, his hands let go of the top of the door and seized her head on either side. My associate made to restrain him but backed off as I shot him a look. As if in a dream, I looked from side to side and saw that my men had shouldered through the sunroof to watch the proceedings from above. As one, they began to beat the rthymn of the face-fuckery upon the echoing steel roof of the limo with their bare palms, chanting all the while:
“SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!”
The devilish chorus seemed to push things over the edge. My associate had dropped his pistol to the sidewalk and removed his belt. With it, he beat a furious counterrythymn on the bare, humping ass of the Rabbi. We were all contained in an implacable, inexhorable pulse, like galley slaves rowing to the stroke of the drum into a flaming melee. A desperate yet regular retching sound, like someone trying to vomit through a gag, kept nearly inaudible counterpoint. I could barely contain myself. For the last time, like an evil jack-in-the-box in reverse, I dropped back inside the vehicle, hands shaking with excitement, and fumbled off my own belt. I doubled it over into a short, wide strap and without further ado began to flail the poor girl’s ass like a man possessed. The thunder of the men beating on the roof drowned out everything else, but over the din roared the voice of the Jew:
“Take it! Suck it! Suck it all you whore! Drink my sperm! Milk my balls till they shrivel! Fuck you you fucking Jap bitch fuck!!”
At that moment time stretched out to an eternity-nearly froze in fact-and, in tones and phrases reminiscent of Darth Vader at his most stentorian, I made one of those improbably long and detailed speeches which Marvel superheros from the Steve Ditka era were often wont to make while in the middle of a backflip or some other unlikely maneouver:
“Now suffer shame and degredation as you cause this nasty man’s unwholesome seed to flow and enter your body! Prepare to choke as his vermiculate gametes cockscrew and wiggle their way down your throat, leaving a trail of Pre-Cambrian slime! And you, sir! Feeeeeeel the various sacs and other biological components deep within you flex and swell as they prepare to jet forth a stream of the purest deadly venom, venom refined and purified through the alchemical rites of violence and lust! At this moment, I initiate you into the brotherhood of black philosophers! Shoot! Shoot, you Hebrew bastard, shoot!”
And with a wordless and eldritch howl, I exhorted him to spend. Honking like a bullbat, the Semite discharged into her mouth. The gagging tones from the girl became liquid, desperate, drowning. He clung to the edge of the roof, face apopleptic, eyes nearly rolled back into his head, seemingly at the brink of a heart-attack, gasping, legs unable to hold him upright, as his glands and sacs did their ejaculatory duty. All movement stopped except for the heaving of his chest, he was tethered to Kiko by a cock, as she tried to gulp and swallow and not drown. He suddenly pulls free, arms swinging apelike, head lowered, like a drunken man looking to fight invisible tormentors. Desperate for air, the girl gasps and inadvertenly blows a huge, rainbow-colored bubble from the sticky sperm clogging her mouth. The men all spent and stunned like exultants after a rite. The Jew suddenly lurches forward, perhaps looking to pummel or strike the girl, for reasons unknown, but my associate catches him and holds him back. Myself breathing heavily as well, heart racing, order my men into the car with clumsy gestures behind my back, eyes on the Jew all the while. He stares back with confused and enraged eyes like an angry bull.
Chapter 12-Narrator glories in the triumph of black Philosophy
“You see, you ugly old fuck? Now you understand. I’ve made a philosopher of you as well. No, you can’t come with us. We are taking her there, to kill her, now. In a ceremony that will make me a rich man”
I pointed across town to the company headquarters, which loomed against the black sky gigantic and ablaze, like an oceanliner.
“Go forth and spread the word, and perhaps we shall meet some day in hell!”
These last words yelled out the window over the roar of the engine as we pulled away from the curb. The Jew staggered after the limo, pants around ankles, like a postulant benumbed by some impossible new vision. He shrunk in rapid perpective in the lane of the receding streetlights.
enjoy, rascoe
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just a curious question...
not to invade the Lounge, but are all subs welcome to come and visit and converse? or just some? or just certain ones?
It is simply a question i have pondered the few times that i've read some of the posts here and found subs around...
And yes, i realize that i'm here and posting a question...i guess i'm just really curious that if this place was designed for the Doms to get together, as WD stated in his opening statement, then wouldn't it stand to reason that subs should stay out?
thanks for listening..
belle
not to invade the Lounge, but are all subs welcome to come and visit and converse? or just some? or just certain ones?
It is simply a question i have pondered the few times that i've read some of the posts here and found subs around...
And yes, i realize that i'm here and posting a question...i guess i'm just really curious that if this place was designed for the Doms to get together, as WD stated in his opening statement, then wouldn't it stand to reason that subs should stay out?
thanks for listening..
belle
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Re: just a curious question...
And what about the switches? And Dommes for that matter?
Just teasin.
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spankableBelle said:not to invade the Lounge, but are all subs welcome to come and visit and converse? or just some? or just certain ones?
It is simply a question i have pondered the few times that i've read some of the posts here and found subs around...
And yes, i realize that i'm here and posting a question...i guess i'm just really curious that if this place was designed for the Doms to get together, as WD stated in his opening statement, then wouldn't it stand to reason that subs should stay out?
thanks for listening..
belle
And what about the switches? And Dommes for that matter?
Just teasin.
PBW
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Re: just a curious question...
You can cum and kneel at my feet
spankableBelle said:not to invade the Lounge, but are all subs welcome to come and visit and converse? or just some? or just certain ones?
It is simply a question i have pondered the few times that i've read some of the posts here and found subs around...
And yes, i realize that i'm here and posting a question...i guess i'm just really curious that if this place was designed for the Doms to get together, as WD stated in his opening statement, then wouldn't it stand to reason that subs should stay out?
thanks for listening..
belle
You can cum and kneel at my feet
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Re: Re: just a curious question...
Very kind of You, Richard ~smile~
(though that doesn't really answer my question...)
i have found topics here in reading that i would have liked to comment on before, but in reading WD's initial post as to the creation of this Lounge area...i didn't feel it appropriate to post here...i did today, simply because i see subs here posting...
Maybe i should just mind my own business...
Richard49 said:
Very kind of You, Richard ~smile~
(though that doesn't really answer my question...)
i have found topics here in reading that i would have liked to comment on before, but in reading WD's initial post as to the creation of this Lounge area...i didn't feel it appropriate to post here...i did today, simply because i see subs here posting...
Maybe i should just mind my own business...
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Firstly let me say that the story was okay, but there always seems too be a but right. Any way I have to say this I was born jewish although I do not believe in formalised religion. I have based my beliefs what ever they are on the laws that govern the jewish nation. There is something to be said for freedom of speech, however I dont like to speak negatively about others I think it does not help. Then again if I kept quiet it bother me more. Why do you feel it is needed to degrade the jewish people. Why do you speak about them being
"“Jesus, Kinko, that must taste utterly foul. Why these bastards never bathe is beyond me."
"“Now suffer shame and degredation as you cause this nasty man’s unwholesome seed to flow and enter your body!""
Firstly let me say that the story was okay, but there always seems too be a but right. Any way I have to say this I was born jewish although I do not believe in formalised religion. I have based my beliefs what ever they are on the laws that govern the jewish nation. There is something to be said for freedom of speech, however I dont like to speak negatively about others I think it does not help. Then again if I kept quiet it bother me more. Why do you feel it is needed to degrade the jewish people. Why do you speak about them being
"“Jesus, Kinko, that must taste utterly foul. Why these bastards never bathe is beyond me."
"“Now suffer shame and degredation as you cause this nasty man’s unwholesome seed to flow and enter your body!""
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I am one quarter Jewish myself. There is a Jew thread in here somewhere where I posted my feelings about that pervy race.
THe story was a venomous catharsis for me to write, at no point should any of the opinions expressed therein be confused with those held by Management.
rosco
I am one quarter Jewish myself. There is a Jew thread in here somewhere where I posted my feelings about that pervy race.
THe story was a venomous catharsis for me to write, at no point should any of the opinions expressed therein be confused with those held by Management.
rosco
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...oh and also: If I didn't occasionally "speak negatively of others", I'd be much more likely to punch others in the eye. Bad feelin's like I got can't be kept bottled up, they are going to come out by hook or by crook. I just try to keep it creative.
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...oh and also: If I didn't occasionally "speak negatively of others", I'd be much more likely to punch others in the eye. Bad feelin's like I got can't be kept bottled up, they are going to come out by hook or by crook. I just try to keep it creative.
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Re: Re: Re: just a curious question...
It's a little like the Augusta National. You are welcome to play here. You just can't be a member.
spankableBelle said:
Very kind of You, Richard ~smile~
(though that doesn't really answer my question...)
i have found topics here in reading that i would have liked to comment on before, but in reading WD's initial post as to the creation of this Lounge area...i didn't feel it appropriate to post here...i did today, simply because i see subs here posting...
Maybe i should just mind my own business...
It's a little like the Augusta National. You are welcome to play here. You just can't be a member.
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Re: Re: Re: Re: just a curious question...
Thank you, WD...that answered my question. ~smile~
Enjoy, Sirs...
belle
WriterDom said:
It's a little like the Augusta National. You are welcome to play here. You just can't be a member.
Thank you, WD...that answered my question. ~smile~
Enjoy, Sirs...
belle
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Dude;
Your tone to R49 was lame & stale.
Your tone to R49 was lame & stale.
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I read about half of it. I'm no critic. If you want an in-depth analysis, then bring in that Muffin chick. To me there were too many big words when smaller words might have worked better. Or maybe too much info packed into sentences.
mousetro said:
I read about half of it. I'm no critic. If you want an in-depth analysis, then bring in that Muffin chick. To me there were too many big words when smaller words might have worked better. Or maybe too much info packed into sentences.
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I can dig it. Small words and short sentences bore me though. I at least hope you read the last half, that's where the blowjob happens.
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Re: just a curious question...
Thank You, Sandia ~smile~
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Thank You, Sandia ~smile~
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WriterDom said:
Just delurking to tell you I couldn't get the link to work.
And wondering it is permissable to cry in the Dom lounge?
*sneaks back out*
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WriterDom said:
Maybe I'll try that, bro. I will say that the day I submit anything to anyone named "Muffin" for criticism will be the same day they announce that the next Winter Olympics are being hosted in Hades.
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