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Geschreven door: Piquet Label(s): Gothic, Slavery Her eyes like obsidian, With a mouth of coral red, Her hair; a black thunder cloud, Looms about her lordly head. Around her breasts are clasped Her talon bearing hands, Her silken, snowy back Like a marble column stands. She is a timeless being Made of flesh and burning steel. Hers is the whole world to crush Beneath her ivory heel. Breathe her scent in a flower, Taste her passion in the sea. There her salty-sweet kisses Set imprisoned spirits free. Her lips are poised and ready To smite silence with her song; A thundering slow discord That will put to flight the throng. Her limbs, in naked splendour Laugh all that is chaste to scorn. All gods have been forgotten Since the day that she was born. Their temples are as byways Whereupon her bare feet tread. Their vestments are as matting On the ground before her spread. The seas might call her sister, The winds dare not speak her name, Though stars are born and perish, She will always be the same. How terrible her beauty! She is madness given form, A cold and spectral goddess; First begotten of the storm! A denizen of shadows Who shuns the daylight hours; In her are manifested All primordial powers. She is one with the tempest, Veiling the moon’s face in gray; All the gods would possess her Had she less power than they. O iridescent beauty, In perpetual increase! The thought of you brings solace And the sight of you release. O exquisite abandon: Your blessing and your creed, Whereby all slaves and sinners Are forgiven and are freed. Yes! Pleasure is your blessing But pains follow your delights For those who in your chamber Seek to spend their sleepless nights. You are my one desire And I, enthralled by your sight, Have sworn undying love for The antithesis of light! Each woman is your daughter, A devotee in your train. While I, for you would suffer An eternity of pain. Endless years of torture As nothing to me would seem Were I to hear your laughter And behold your dark eyes gleam. For betwixt pains and pleasures Lie illusions and lost dreams, Shadows upon deep waters And gossamer soft moon beams. Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: Sacred Institute - Act II (3)(1 uur 15 minuten)Fictie - Dierlijk, Extreem, Fisting, Lichaamsmodificatie, Marteling, Plasseks, Slavery, Speeltjes, Transseksueel, Wreed The longest chapter of the story. There is some repetition from act I, but with new story bits as well. It is noted that there is significant theming in regards to transsexuality (which I have not researched and is therefore described unrealistically and exploitatively). It is definitely not for the faint of heart (however, no cannibalism, scatology, or snuff). Mind Controlled Janice Part 136(<10 minuten)Waargebeurd - Bondage, Dierlijk, Hardcore, Male / Female, Mind Control, Mind controlled Janice is programmed to desperatley want and enjoy sex with horses. Mind Controlled Janice Part 135(22 minuten)Waargebeurd - BBC, Chantage, Dom / sub, Group Sex, Interracial, Males / Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Pijpen, Teen Male / Female, Janice is not aware that mind control is used to set her up with Jack and to influence her to allow Nick’s domination and then to manipulate her feelings so that eventually she joins in as a very willing participant. The Hostel(3 Chapters - 40 minuten)Waargebeurd - Biseksueel, Female / Female, First Time, Group Sex, Non-consensual sex, Pijpen, Slikken, Becca's trip to Europe makes her question herself. Sacred Institute - Act II (2)(34 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Drugs, Extreem, Horror, Lichaamsmodificatie, Marteling, Slikken, Transseksueel, Wreed WARNING, this is a brutal chapter with more horror and torture than sex. It is noted that there is also a significant theming in regards to transsexuality (which I have not researched and is therefore described unrealistically and exploitatively). It is definitely not for the faint of heart (however, no cannibalism, scatology, or snuff). | ||||