Thursday, 14 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 8

A story certainly to tell your beloved on Valentines Day and the day after for good measure.  Part 8 of my notorious story from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity'.  I have no idea why it got banned!  Do you?  Hmm?  :)

You can get the book in print formats on Amazon and Lulu:

Amazon UK


The ebook is available on Lulu for now at least - grab it before the censors ban it again:  ebook here

A thirty year old woman, quite rough, experienced in streetfighting with years of living in the streets, proved to be no pushover.  Upon being deceived into the attic, she immediately gave a vicious onslaught of fists and feet.  Breaking the tight skinned scars, Maureen bled and stung.  Rage overcame her and bad memories.  Bad, bad memories that gave her inglorious strength in the most sedate moments.  The woman was soon, for the first time in her career, beaten unconscious into the corner where Maureen did not stop.  After 10 minutes of vicious punching and kicking, Maureen collapsed with exhaustion before her swollen enemy.  Stripping the unconscious wretch and binding her to the mattress, she set to slicing her breasts off, removing the clitoris and inner and outer labia.  No pleasure now for her - Maureen was going to ‘love’ her as best she could, but now would only use her.  The woman woke up in agony, finding the skin neatly removed from her face, head, neck and shoulders only to be neatly ‘transplanted’ onto the corpse of the 18 year old heroin addict.  The woman lay horrified and in terrible pain, as Maureen cursed and roared at her.  Showing the victim what ‘love’ she was missing out on whilst indulging in sapphisms with the refreshed corpse.  “The skin is our source of pleasant sensation and it is unpleasant to have it damaged” growled Maureen.  “You do not deserve pleasure!  You refuse it!  You refuse to love anybody!  You do not deserve your skin!  I’ll give it to her!” Maureen fumed, pointing to the girls corpse - informing the woman the girl was ‘loving’ with her in life and shall be resurrected again.  Maureen stroked the hair - the woman’s hair on the dead body for everything from the shoulders upwards was neatly removed to make a perfect mask on the girl.  Maureen could still enjoy the woman’s flesh, but love someone who genuinely wanted it.  The woman’s breasts were hung where breasts once sat on the girls dilapidated chest.  The clitoris and vulva were glued onto the blue-grey area where once there was a menstruating hole.  The woman squealed and shivered in pain, shrieking when Maureen fondled and molested her raw flesh, massaging the shoulders and scalp.  Over the next four hours, the woman endured unspeakable agony as all her skin was carefully stripped off and placed on the girl.  Passing out several times Maureen waited until she regained consciousness ensuring she was aware of every scrape of the knife.  Completely skinless, she watched in her agony as Maureen sowed the skin onto the corpse and for the next eight hours indulged in a variety of sexual acts before returning to the women who in her agony only begged for death.  In response to these pleas, Maureen molested her, fisted her (getting turned over to be anally fisted, then turned frontwise again, all whilst skinless is a very unpleasant experience), shit in her mouth, pissed over her, rubbed the raw flesh everywhere and sucked it for good measure – big  passionate slurps.  The screams were loud and terrible.  Finally the woman was a constantly screaming hysterical wretch begging to be killed outright.  Maureen doused her in whisky, which was to inflict even more terrible agony on the woman, and set her on fire.  The whiskey burned for less than a minute, leaving the woman a blackened, shivering wretch, the flesh congealed creating a protective ‘skin’ like a bandage this ensured she lived for several more days - which was Maureen’s intentions.  The slow agony of her death in that gloomy attic on its own would be unpleasant to say the least, a monster like Maureen only adds to the trauma, that ugly monster coming from the shadows in the peak of mindblowing agony only to put the victim through unspeakable savage debaucheries.  The fingers were snipped off with large pincers joint by joint, the toes removed, then the hands and feet - the stumps burned with stinging whiskey.  The woman finally gave up the ghost - Maureen leered over the corpse for days, as it lay in waiting for the maggots upon that old mattress.

Maureen now came to spend most of her time in the children’s wing, much to the chagrin of the deprived urchins who dwelt there.  She was the most authoritarian monster out of a cast of sadistic and sick authoritarian monsters consisting of nuns and half trained social workers, who enjoyed nothing more than bullying children into submission.  These children received a third rate education which though low in quality, was high in quantity.  Rotten with religion, their education consisted in repetitive English exercises, memorising cities for geography, times tables and punishment exercises.  Trying to make a 10 year old write 1000 words on the meaning of life or the need for a good conscience when they forget to learn another long prayer or do poorly in another spelling test is not just verging on the ridiculous - it is insane.  Few adults have the capacity for such abstract reasoning let alone children.  Maureen knew this style of pedagogy well, resented it, but had no capacity to transcend it - never having been given the conscience or reasoning ability to do so.  Her capacity for physically abusing children, leaving them bruised and cut, was ignored by her colleagues who enjoyed taking their own anal frustrations out on helpless urchins just the same.  Regarding the denigrations the children had to suffer, the constant barrages of verbal abuses, no one was not guilty of roaring into the ears of these urchins imprecations even prisoners of war would rarely suffer.  When these children weren’t enduring useless schooling, doing punishment homework’s or getting abused they were treated as slaves.  Those long institutional corridors, the dormitories, the leaking toilets, the classrooms, all had to be kept clean - plenty of children to do the dirty work saving on the costs of cleaners (much of the money was embezzled - cleaners and amenities were paid for but didn’t really exist).

A young boy and girl, both aged eight years old, were lured into the attic with the simple promises of toys and sweets.  Perhaps the children should have known better, Maureen was very severe on them for the slightest indiscretions.  She enjoyed taking their underwear down before everyone and lashing them furiously - sometimes even stripping them naked and whipping them around the room or playground whilst enticing all the other children to whoop and cheer at their nudity. She loved embarrassing and humiliating, it gave her a kinky, vengeful buzz.  Perhaps it was her deceptive change of spirit that attracted them, that need for warmth common to institutionalised people young or old, sucked them into the trap like moths to a flame.  The little boy, when naked, was thin, bony, wiry, pert arsed and had a little cock and balls that any adult could fit into the mouth in one gulp.  The girl, a thin bony frame similar to the boy, completely flat chested bar two larger round nipples, a slightly rounder arse and hips barely noticeable, a little slit that is so tight it completely conceals the clitoris and inner labia unless the legs are completely spread asunder.  The outer lips, though slightly puffy, resemble a baby conch shell.  The urchins were quickly ushered into sexual foreplay, posing, sixtynining and ass-sucking.  The latter two pleasures had to be coerced due to children’s black and white concepts of hygiene, it was at this point the rift started to widen into a gulf forming an impasse where love ceased to cross.  As tensions mounted and the children’s naivety about the more sophisticated aspects of debauch, let alone their total repugnance towards coporophilia and sucking Maureen’s clitoris, increased Maureen’s resentment at their failure to exchange love and tender feelings let alone ‘play dirty games’, that gulf turned into a black abyss.  Maureen in her fury strangled the girls’ neck, the child’s face turned blue and the mouth choked and gaped for air - at this point Maureen let her turd tumble out of that stinking anus.  The little girl was left choking and vomiting on the floor, her blonde hair all tangled.  The boy was next, Maureen slapping him as he cowered into a corner of that dreadful attic, stumbling over bones as he retreated.  Asphyxiation and a gusher of vomit from Maureen’s mouth left him in the same repose as his little girlfriend, his dark hair all tousled.  Maureen wanted them to make love to each other then to her.  Understandably they were not in the mood for lovemaking, and were scared by the bones and rotting corpses in the room.  Maureen warned them they would take their turns on the mattress if they refused to make love, explaining what happened to that skinless woman cursed by her failure to love.  Terror and massagings, besides a plethora of poses and cunny showings from the girl, raised the boys prick.  They had sex.  The boy came - eventually - the girl was brought to orgasm later on with a variety of cunnilingual, massage and fucking techniques.  Nothing is more beautiful than the sight of children enjoying their first orgasms, their confused pleasure ridden countenance, the shudder of their little bodies rattled by the most pleasant sensations.  Maureen hugged them, kissed them, pawed them all over.  The children became like dolls with glass eyes, their utterances of “I love you” become monotone.  This annoyed Maureen, who in a sudden turn set upon lashing them, forcing them to shit.  They couldn’t, enemas were administered - the children forced to administer to each other.  “Help your boy/girlfriend to empty” were Maureen’s commands.  Diarrhea everywhere, the children soaked in oozing shit, they were now whimpering and wanting to end the whole affair.  Having become totally uncooperative, they were lashed furiously around the room and chained naked to the cot beside the other corpses.  No one heard their fearful wails at night, no one heard their screams by day as Maureen tortured them - all the other children were wailing with nightmares or screaming under batterings anyway.  They complained about the smell and ugliness of the corpses, the noise of rodents scared them at night.  Maureen plucked their eyes out, stuck knitting needles into their eardrums, burned their nostrils and for good measure cut their tongues out to keep them quiet - children should be seen and not heard.  Clients were still willing to fuck them in this state, staring at their naked and battered little bodies, the young girls’ vagina now like a raw wound when she sat with the mandatory open legged pose.  Cigarette burns scorched their skin all over, little bones suffered greenstick fractures.  Finally, they perished and for weeks their decomposing bodies were savaged until there was no more to abuse.  Maureen picked whole lumps of meat off their bones feeding it to the children, women and elderly in the canteen - a food poisoning epidemic lasted for weeks and killed many elderly, a dozen women and two dozen children.  Nobody cared for the dead, nobody missed them - the state saved some money in the debts it created.

Tell your friends, enemies, the priest and the cops about this fine piece of literature :)

Valentines - True Love - shit, piss and vomit is better than flowers and chocolates!

I am a happily married man - as every true pervert and libertine should be.  Marriage is a show of strength, maturity, vitality, courage and Willpower.  Both my wife and I work together on equal terms and love each other.  We encourage each other toward more stupendous debaucheries.  I felt no quiver of jealousy when she leered at hot bodybuilders wearing tight Calvin Klein boxers, rubbing her lovebutton in sheer lust toward their big hot bodies.  Why would I???  It turns me on to watch her getting fucked and sexually tortured by gangs of men and women!

Today - we celebrated our Valentines as we do every day of the year.  In mutual love and understanding - mutual sexual torture and mutual horror.  For horror, my friends, excites the passions like no other experience.  That is why the excitement and pleasure of this lovely day reached its furore and fever pitch when my wife vomited into a basin, as I stood watching, whilst eating a big juicy meaty burger.  Mmmmmm! She retched violently and noisily, in a big huge gush followed by several gutteral croaks and groans that emitted several little spatters and bolus' of spew - which sadly fell upon the floor as the basin was discarded, half of it being spilled when dropped.

I did not let the spillage lead to a sense of tragedy - for I immediately rolled myself in the vomit, kneeled and raised my chin, mouth agape, and bid my wife to pour that basinful of hot emesis straight down my open gullet.  That she did with much glee and ado until the excess was overflowing and running down my cheeks.  I gulped and swallowed as heavily as I could.  And upon feeling my own guts churn I stood up and sucked my beloved passionately on the mouth and vomited violently her own spewings and my chunks of burgermeat straight down her throat.  There we stood, kissing heavily, balking and passing back and forth gushes and balls of vomit and stomach acid - as we fondled each others exhilarated bodies and genitals.  Finally our spare hands found each others anuses (isn't it lovely to know every tiny hidden 'shameful' part of another persons body???) and commenced fingerings and massagings, during heavy vomited laden kisses and mutual masturbation - but rather than cum we kept one another on edge for half the day.  Better to welcome the sweet sweet suffering of the need to cum, than let go of the urge for a mere orgasm 'came premature'...

The vomit was long licked up and shared and redigested when the time came to launch a turd.  We are naked as often as possible - we love nakedness, openness, and abhor any sense of 'shame' but only welcome that as a thrill.  The bathroom door is never shut - and any visitors even are forbidden to shut the door just as they are bid to strip naked and sit in very open poses during their time with us.  Thankfully we have good open minded friends.  Rather than deposit a very fine turd and flush it away it was decided that - being Valentines Day - chocolate would suffice as a gift.  We launched one anothers turds into each others mouths, and broke off half of each turd to rub all over our beautiful naked bodies, swallowing the rest.  When the need to vomit overwhelmed us - heavy French kissing ensued, until exhaustion verged.  Bodies now beshitted from head to toe - we rocked together in deep sex - meditating on the motions, eyes gazing placidly toward one another, until mutual orgasm ensued betwixt two human chocolate eclairs.  We shared everything with one another this lovely day - inside and out, every part of our bodies, beauty and horror - nothing hidden but all shared.  And that's what true love is all about!  Perhaps this weekend, we'll have a dirty orgy again - fucking others and getting fucked in front of one another.  Trust!  That's what true love is all about... Trust and sharing.

Happy Valentines all!  I hope you shared your day with your beloved with openness, trust, INTENSITY, no holding back, and with true care and Will and love as the mutual law without any reservations. :)

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 7

Part 7 of the story 'Love' from my banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu:

Amazon UK


The ebook is available on Lulu for now at least, having been banned on Amazon, so get it while you can:

Lulu ebook

A young woman of 18, just off the heroin and alcohol, came to the refuge to stay away from violent boyfriends, false friends and temptations to return to drugs.  Understandably, the girl wasn’t in the most sociable mood, suffering from depression and paranoia besides the constant craving for drugs and strong drink.  This poor creature was so unfortunate to have insulted Maureen’s polite advances, which often consisted of countless questions about ones personal life, ones miseries, bad memories and sexual experiences and desires in every detail.  Within several days, the girl had “signed out” on Maureen’s shift, the girl found a new home in the attic.  Sitting trembling amidst the bones, the two old corpses still chained to the same cot to which she was now handcuffed, there were comforts in the room if she needed them.  The girl was given many days to think deeply about herself, Maureen only visiting with bread and water, whispering psychologically manipulative sweet nothings and curses into her ears.  The poor creature was traumatised, doleful, weepy and overwhelmed with cravings - the comforts sat before her offering the tempting relief.  On a silver ashtray there rested a needle full of heroin, one joint generously filled with marijuana, one bottle of whiskey.  The girl gave in.  For one month the creature was fed this horrible stuff, in minimal doses leaving her with a constant craving of even greater intensity.  She hung over the abyss wishing she never climbed back out, never climbed back in.  During the blur of days and nights, the monster visited her more frequently, only ever whispering degrading suggestions, doing things to her.  Molestings, fondlings, suckings, her genitals and asshole could no longer be considered ‘private’.  Turds rested everywhere across the attic floor, old ones dried to a chalky texture, crumbling away, her own fresher - often little more than a scittery spray of sludge upon which she sat and slept.  The stench of decomposing flesh, shit, vomit and urine was overwhelming.  When the doses stopped, the girls sweats came on with desperate screams, she now lay on an extra blanket of vomit.  Her skin was all scourges and sores, now made worse by Maureens lashes and beatings with the broomstick upon which she was forced to kneel like St Catherine of Sienna for hours at a time.  Several months passed of whispered mental torture, lashings, beatings, kneelings, on and off the heroin like a yo-yo, molestations and clitfuckings, the girl became a gibbering wreck barely able to utter one coherent word between sobs.  Pitiful eyes in the dark, wide pupils, tear strewn cheeks, whimpering, only received Maureen’s demonic glare.  That one ‘all seeing eye’ looked terrible in the shadows, the blind eye, as evil as the gaze of an octopus observing its prey in the deeps.  The poor creature was forcefed the turds, old and fresh, besides the freshest - the excretions direct from Maureen’s anus straight down the gullet.  Pity, long left Maureen, who remembered her own wretched weepings for mercy and help with the coldness she received the present – the awful here and now that is forever part of history.  No pity now even for herself due to hope being long lost. Redemption dead, clemency perishes too - the girl was only inviting more malice - for this was all that Maureen now had to give.  Maureen, doing her best to love and reach out to another human being, increased her vehement abuses to fever pitch.  The girl who knocked on the door for compassion and redemption from her horrible life, in a seven day barriage of horrible battery, fistfuckings, molestings, burnings with cigarettes and scaldings, quietly perished.  The corpse was left dangling from the cot, not to rest in peace, but to endure weeks of further mutilations before boredom made Maureen move on.

Two more young women quickly followed, twin sisters, aged nineteen.  Quite pretty, fair haired and nicely built, attractive regardless of their underclass backgrounds.  Having escaped from their father who abused them mentally, physically and sexually from their earliest memories, sought refuge and peace.  Maureen coaxed them to her secret place when they sought to smoke marijuana without offending or being branded as offender for such a trivial thing.  Bewitched by Maureens seeming liberality, they soon regretted walking into the attic.  Forced to handcuff themselves to the cot and throwing away the key, the girls knew they were doomed.  Before giving in to Maureen’s demands, an attempted mutiny only resulted in deep gashes in the face of one and the left breast of the other - Maureen’s strength and sharp kitchen knives forced obedience from strong men - these girls should never have bothered trying for it would have meant a (minimally) easier transport to death.  Safely bound, their clothes were cut off; cheap clients immediately took advantage of their indignant position by the dozen.  Overwhelmed by embarrassment bound naked before a dozen leering men, they were forced to pose, expose pussies, shit, piss, even vomit and endure a plethora of assaults of every imaginable sort over three months.  Not one day off did those girls have, having been fucked every evening by over 900 men in 90 days, their vaginas and assholes were dilated and sore.  Now Maureen was to have her fill, lashing the cunny and asshole with a steel chain, rubbing their nipples with sandpaper, punched, kicked, slashed everywhere until they resembled a live Picasso, the girls were soon quite a mess.  Their bodies and faces then subject to hundreds of cigarette burns which formed horrible scabs, they were suddenly very unattractive.  Their minds gave in to psychosis and constant terrified weeping, still they were made perform the most indecent sexual acts with each other - their lunacy made them comply like cattle shocked with the prod - malleable as putty they even shit, pissed and vomited into each others mouths without the slightest hesitation (fear ensured immediate compliance and this was part of the psychosis - compulsive obedience just as any slave in a nunnery soon develops).  Refuge and peace is what they first sought, Maureen gave love and compassion in the only way she knew how - nonstop lashings and fuckings.  The girls, one after the other in the space of two days, expired, overused, overabused, torn apart by the injustice of humanity and nature.  Maureen was a little saddened at their passing, they were nice girls for all they endured.  Maureen knew she became an embittered monster, deformed in the inside as on the outside.  She wished she hadn’t, but it was too late, wasn’t going to blame herself - and interacted with people as best she could, even if it was ‘depraved’.  Though many would call her evil, Maureen surmised, with one photon of light she still tried to be good.  The corpses were treated like dolls - but dolls from an abuse victim are mothered with ambivalence at best.  With a saw, the arms and legs were removed, lovingly nurtured, sawn into pieces.  The torsos were cradled like babies - then gutted.  The maggots reclaimed all in their leisure.  Maureen had to seek love elsewhere once again.

Happy Valentines!  Share this story with your girlfriend, your secret girlfriends, your parents, your friends, your enemies, your social worker and the cop who always catches you :)

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 6

Part 6 of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu:

Amazon UK


The ebook is finally available on Lulu for now at least - I don't know if or when it'll get taken down by the censors again:  ebook on Lulu

In the geriatric wing, old men and women suffered under her nursing.  One old man, who needed help onto the toilet, tried to avoid Maureen and her wandering hands.  Eventually, Maureen caught on, laughing as he sat tremoring in order to hold in his shit and piss in order to avoid Maureen.  She simply waited until he dirtied himself, hauled him off to the bath, mocking out loud how a fully grown man should know better. The poor old boy was forcefed his own shit, finger fucked, then forced to endure those shitty fingers up his nose.  After a very rough bath where his dignity was removed in a variety of forced poses, fingerfuckings and friggings.  His old cock was impotent, which resulted in a barriage of verbal humiliations.  Maureen then demanded he fondled her naked body, as usual commenting on her beauty, before fingering her to orgasm as she sucked his inert member.  A grumpy old woman soon regretted getting ratty with Maureen, as she was slapped, stripped, pissed on, fingered anally and cuntily and finally forced to suck that big clitoris with her toothless old maw.  Two old men were compelled to participate in a menage a trois involving homosexual acts and lewdness they barely understood.  Acts of lechery that did not occur to their old minds left them shaken and silent in disgust.  Three old women were smothered to death by Maureen, their corpses getting the mandatory frigging and clitfucking.  Two old men also died mid orgy at bathtime - the leather belt gave them a heart attack.  Another old woman, who suffered weeks of fingerfuckings up the ass and cunt, shitfeeding, smothering, strangulations and lashings finally gave up the ghost in shock and despair - in death her countenance was pitiful.  Another old man and woman were led to the attic, stripped, sodomised by the fearful clit, lashed, treated as a toilet, forced to copulate with each other and with Maureen, engage in various shitting acts and receive further lashings.  When they perished their corpses were left hanging by the wrist to the cot where they were bound.

After spending several years abusing the elderly, she returned to spend some time with the tortured young women again.  Not that she didn’t cross over to the other ‘wards’ to indulge in horrors with women and children, only it was done with less frequency and intensity.  A young Nun was administering the Women’s Refuge Ward, very pretty face, mid twenties, her thin figure obscured by the veil.  Maureen directed the nun into a conversation about sexual urges and how she controlled them.   The young Sister confessed to intensive urges for men that could only be cooled with masturbation.  Sometimes she found herself amorously fondling teenage boys, even making two of them cum in their pants and swear silence, and sometimes getting terribly excited when being bathed by her other sisters.  After winning more of the young Sisters confidence over several days Maureen finally had her confess to indulging in full sex with a young priest upon the altar, so passionate and intense they returned to commit the sacrilege several more times.  She got pregnant, aborted the foetus manually, fucked the priest several more times before the bishop moved him to another diocese after catching them in the act (yes, the bishop had his share of her, the priest removed only out of selfish envy).  The nun went on to confess how she had oral sessions with a fifteen year old boy, sucked the cocks of three young men, stripped before them and had them lick and suck her everywhere till she came in convulsions.  But that was not all, even bathing three year old boys, fondling their pricks, got her frustrated sex excited, she sucked the urchins off, and taught them to rub her until it ‘felt nice’.  As for bathing with other nuns, this was nothing less than sapphism - very common in convents since mediaeval times and Maureen knew this already - she just wanted to hear the confession.  Maureen tried to seduce the nun, but the sister refused her advances, finally admitting under duress that it was the behemoths ugliness that made it impossible for her.  Maureen’s fury was relentless.  The young nun was dragged to the attic and stripped naked.  What a gorgeous body!  How shameful it is to hide such beauty behind those obscure smocks!  How the Church should burn for chastising such delights!  The nun turned crimson in embarrassment, which only excited Maureen, who reveled in shame and humiliation due to what she suffered herself. Those perfect round breasts with pert pink nipples, flowing black hair over a long neck and slender shoulders.  A slender back, thin belly and pert little bellybutton, a lovely black mane upon the mons veneris, thin hips like young tulips, size ten, slender long legs with perfect knees and beautiful size four feet.  No man or woman could fail to be attracted to her.  When forced to twirl, her perfect, pert, round, succulent ass with a delicious crevice came to view - any viewers mouth would water.  The nun, in her shame, was made part her legs, expose her slit from various angles and from behind, part the bumcheeks exposing a beautiful pink anus.  Part the cuntlips, showing her all; pink inner labia, a lovely shaped hood with the clitoris shyly peeping beneath, below it a little round urethra and beneath that a gorgeous pink love tunnel leading into dark warmth.  To watch her piss was magical, to watch that lovely asshole launch dirty turds was divine.  The nun suffered terrible shame and embarrassment throughout, having a very conservative Catholic upbringing.  When interrogated how she managed to indulge so much with her priest and boy lovers she responded that there wasn’t the same leering criticism and deliberate attempt to embarrass and humiliate.  This pleased Maureen very much, the debauch went up a gear.  No act of lechery was forgotten in those liaisons the disgusted Nun was forced to endure.  Watersport games, pissing into each others vaginas, assholes, mouths and over each others bodies.  Coporophilia, coporophagia (a can of petrol makes anything possible), emetophilia.  The Nun often found her self lapdancing, plastered in shit, beside those rotting corpses now almost withered to the bone.  She was forced to engage in necrophilia, blasphemy, sacrilege with stolen communion wafers, and further necrophiliac acts with the young womans skeleton.  The nun had to use the femur as a dildo, the skull as a toilet, drinking piss from it like wine from a goblet.  The poor sister lived in fear for months, Maureen had such a powerful psychological grip that even when the sister had to shit or piss, she’d let Maureen know just so the monster could watch and molest her afterwards.  The terrified nun attended the attic for fear of anyone finding out about her lecheries with priests, other nuns, teenage boys and toddlers - plus the threat of murder at the hands of Maureen.  Eventually, the nun was prostituted to dozens of clientele, almost dying with embarrassment as she had to dance naked in front of ten men at once, showing everything before submitting to fondlings and fuckeries.  Broken, the Nun committed suicide knowing no other exit.

Don't forget to tell your friends all about this wonderful story and the lovely character Maureen :)

Monday, 11 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 5

Part 3 of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu:

Amazon UK


This has been banned on ebook on most eshops - but here it is on Lulu for any reader, for the time being at least...  ebook version on lulu click here

It was 1981, the world feigned prosperity and hope for all.  But no one wanted Maureen, nobody would employ her, no landlord would house her, she spent weeks on the streets on her release.  Too ugly to sell her body even that female last prerogative for survival was taken from her.  She forged a living by smashing the brains of the other vagrants and taking the few begged pounds from their pockets - she watched and waited all day until they scrounged enough from passers by.  Finally Maureen found herself in a women’s refuge, where for the first time ever middle aged and young women listened to her terrible story with a sympathetic ear.  She was given a room, given counseling and psychological support.  But by now many of the things she suffered, many of the things she saw and done as a result of that suffering, could not be discussed.  Maureen did feel glad and respected the humanity shown to her, hands of compassion finally reaching out to her, but it was too late.  The kind women had no real answers for her sexual needs - when Maureen complained that no man would want her the counselors were stunned and speechless.  What could be said?  Anyway, deep down in her heart Maureen knew she couldn’t trust anyone now, couldn’t let herself be loved never mind love.  All hope was gone, but the urges didn’t go away.  The psychologists tried their very best, they really did, and Maureen thanked them.  But her flashbacks and nightmares continued, her urge to punish didn’t cool.  She didn’t admit this to her counselors, she didn’t want to disappoint them and this tiny feeling of human being she clung on to - the desire to please another person.  A person who only wanted the best from you for the best intentions (something politicians always exploit).  Maureen always held on to this photon of light which to her was as bright as the sun.  She also didn’t want to admit this because she knew nothing could be done, she was beyond repair and the only sense of happiness and satisfaction she could now have in this wretched life - regardless of how superficial this satisfaction may be - was to indulge in violence and sexual gratification.

After spending several months in the women’s refuge, Maureen was asked if she cared for any kind of vocation.  She cunningly explained she’d dearly like to help other vulnerable people: the elderly, women, children.  Shortly afterwards she was sent to a care home looking after children of both sexes, another block looking after vulnerable women, another block the elderly -  run by social services and nuns.  At age 22 Maureen became a matron in this huge Edwardian refuge, she was to spend 24 years there in a reign of terror.  In this godforsaken place children from drug ridden abusive families, orphans of drug addicts, women coming off drugs or escaping violent drunken husbands, elderly underclass and working class people discarded by families who didn’t care - people the state never cared about therefore ceased to care for themselves.  The Nuns, surprisingly, were very unpleasant to these ungodly people who surely wouldn’t get past St Peter at the pearly gates - some of those Sisters she knew and they trembled upon meeting her again.  The social workers only mocked these minions in their care, battered and molested the children, left the women to rot, left the elderly to die.  Maureen was not surprised - knowing these institutions too well - she would enjoy unleashing her fury with impunity on these luckless innocents just as she was once mistreated.  And why not?  Better to reign in terror than to serve in fear.  Those Nuns had much punishment coming their way - Maureens legs knocked with excitement.

Sister Beatrice was her first victim, the old hag, 60 years old, was bathing and molesting a three year old boy - slapping him and barking at him when he wailed.  The holy bitch trembled and begged clemency when Maureen entered the bathroom, locked the door, and undressed.  Sister Beatrice was ordered to strip, enter the bath with the boy, suck his cock whilst cursing God and pledging allegiance to all ways of flesh.  Suck the brats asshole, fondle his body, have him bite her cunt and lick the old clit.  A can of petrol and a large butchers knife ensured the Nuns compliance.  Maureen manhandled the boy everywhere, sucking his young flesh, chanting “Lamb of God you harbour all the sins of the world, grow up and spread horror”, the Nun was compelled to chant also, with a knife swinging in the air to ensure obedience.  Maureen slobbered over the Nun, forced Beatrice to admit Maureen is so beautiful she should become a lapdancer or earn herself a fortune in prostitution.  Beatrice, still in the bath with the boy, was ordered to empty the can of petrol into the bath as Maureen dressed herself.  She had to promise the terrified Nun no match would be lit if she complied, disobedience would be “slash and burn” for both her and the boy.  Sister Beatrice complied, though a twisted women due to celibacy and religion, she did not want the boy to come to any real harm.  Maureen smiled, lit a match, and walked out of the bathroom and far away.  The screams of nun and boy were horrible, screams of agony to which Maureen masturbated in privacy.  A lazy police investigation ensued, Maureen had already spread rumours in the three weeks previous of Sister Beatrice’s increasing senility and odd behaviour - it was written off as a sick suicide case much to Maureen’s satisfaction.

Doing her night duty in the women’s refuge block, Maureen was glad to receive a young woman from the streets.  Aged 22 like herself, a heroin addict, it took the poor creature some time to realise she was already a previous victim of Maureen’s - rightfully so as she enjoyed bullying Maureen and getting her into trouble with the Nuns.  The wretched creature was dragged off to an attic room far up in an unused part of that old building.  There she was tied naked to a cot and fed bread and water.  For the first month her comedown from the heroin was terrible, she screamed and wailed for skag, only to get beatings and sexual abuse.  So far out in an unused wing, two unused floors below her, no one heard her scream.  Maureen reveled at the wretches heavy sweating, her pallor, her fear and trembling, her sickness.  This ill fated creature had to beg Maureen for forgiveness countless times per day, suck that oversized clitoris, suck that brown nipple, suck the asshole and let herself be treated as a toilet for every sort of ordure Maureen cared to excrete, emit or micturate.  Maureen loved making the girl drink her periods that big bloody bush had to be groomed clean by her tongue.  The girl herself endured so many fistfuckings her vagina was permanently dilated and her ass always leaked.  The poor creature had to pose this way and that, watch Maureen pose and commend her physical beauty.  When Maureen wasn’t savagely beating her, she was hugging her - telling her ‘baby’ she loved her and was moved to anger if the girl did not respond with “I love you too” immediately, softly, emotively.  Maureen needed that superficial love, to spice up her fuckeries, the only love she trusted and could swallow.  Several months imprisoned in this attic, the girl begged for release, instead Maureen brought her some ‘lovers’.  The girl obviously needed lots of love, just like Maureen.  The result?  Dozens of male clientele per week, the young woman was prostituted at a very cheap rate.  Subject to countless sexual humiliations, she eventually gave up hiding her nakedness in embarrassment at the many leering men - she apathetically opened her legs and exposed everything, posed this way and this, shit and pissed, became a toilet, became a punchbag, became an instrument of sexual relief.  She wanted to die, Maureen beat her, molested her, fucked her asshole and cunt with her clitoris, fucked the girls nostrils, and brought more clients.  It took a year and a half for the woman to finally perish.  Her corpse was still subjected to battery and fuckery by Maureen, and two dozen regular clients were happy to give her corpse one last good fucking before the maggots conquered it.  Even when it was totally rotten, Maureens revenge wasn’t satisfied - even in death she remained bound, an instrument of battery and fuckery until she fell apart and scattered about the floor.  Rotten limbs and torso, a skull also, gave way to the maggots - the skeleton always served as a plaything of Maureen’s.  The femur as a dildo, the skull as a pisspot and shit bowl, the fingertips as clit and sphincter stimulators.

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Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 4

Part 3 of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu:


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Finally, after several months, and a few more victims aged 11-16, Maureen was ganged upon, beaten and had her face slashed with a knife.  The Nuns stitched her themselves, and the scar was deep and permanent.  The result?  Maureen found herself a knife, and compelled a gang of twenty boys and girls to strip and engage in total sexual pell mell, Sapphic acts, homosexuality, shitting, pissing, vomiting, thrashing, several getting slashed across the face, chest and abdomen for trying to overpower her, several beautiful girls left with permanent facial scars.  The Nuns and priests stepped in, one Nun immediately fell with a stab wound, but the old rake survived somehow, to ensure Maureen was sent to a borstal for girls until the age of 21.

At seventeen years old and weighing twenty stone, in the borstal Maureen immediately became known as Big Maureen.  On her first day she beat to a pulp half a dozen girls who tried to bully her, breaking their arms and noses.  Her first night in a shared cell was intensely amorous - as it continued to be for two weeks until the poor girl, two years older but utterly terrified of the beast preying on her, finally plucked up the courage to request another cell.  Maureen put the poor thing through every bodily examination, sexual practice, mutual masturbation, sixtynining and cunnilingus technique humanly possible.  Maureen needed sexual release more and more, it was the only pleasant feeling she had in life - the orgasm.  She knew of nothing else to live for, for nothing ever gave her a chance except that which she took.  Her partners were always taken like stolen goods - just as everyone stole the light from her.  Maureen’s sexual practices and needs were getting more subtle now; she wished to indulge in the passions and techniques with the greatest detail, with finesse, with intense refinement and from every angle.  She learned to fuck mouths, asses and cunts with her large clitoris - though it took smaller, lighter girls with skinny asses to make anal fuckeries possible.  Several seventeen year old girls, who were petite and bony due to anorexia and bulimia nervosa, trembled when Maureen came within twenty feet from them.  Maureen knew it, and remembering her own terror, didn’t intend to be on that side of the fence again.  Better to reign in terror rather than serve in fear.  Maureen forced girls to fuck with girls, sometimes in groups of six or seven - her ugliness, violence, perversion, brute strength and pitilessness had everyone so terrified of her no one dared defy her will.  Not even the most dominant girls in a prison of several hundred challenged her.  Those who did came to suffer more elaborate punishments, more sadistic yet also more sexually degrading.  Broomhandles and on one or two occasions knives and forks up orifices, besides cups and plates, became a common practice.  Fistfuckings also became a favourite pastime, her big forearms bringing much suffering to her victims.  Asphyxiation, smothering, jabbing clitorises with needles were a few more of Big Maureen’s pleasantries.  A new male bodyguard came to assist the butch female prison officers.  Maureen got her hands on him, dragged him into a cell, forced him to strip after beating him to submission, had ten other girls piss and shit all over him, vomit in his mouth, fist him, squeeze his nipples and balls, kick him to near unconsciousness.  The girls then fucked him one after another, each one orgasming being so glad to have some cock, the guard being warned that if he came he would be castrated.  The knife at his balls ensured he kept control.  Finally Big Maureen fucked him, forced him to come, before finally breaking his arms and throwing him over the railings outside the cell onto the floor 30ft below.  The female bodyguards found his naked dead body, but no single culprit could be punished as none of the girls dared compromise Maureen (they were also hoping for more bodyguard incidents).  Maureen’s ‘friends’ were constantly compelled to pander to her, to ‘love’ her, to fulfill her demands - often to the detriment of their physical and mental health and their friendships.  Maureen didn’t care, no one ever cared for her, so now she was making up for that - everyone would care for her at their expense.  Several more bodyguards were to suffer the same fate - no more men were willing to work in such a hazardous place.  Nothing is more dangerous than a sexually frustrated tribe of young women desperate for cock - especially if they come from troubled backgrounds - and especially as troubled a background as Big Maureen’s.  Sex and violence leads to a dangerous reactionary vengefulness in the female, being of a nature that works very much in the here and now, her response to immediate environmental cues becomes intense regardless if her reaction is slow or fast.

Two butch female prison officers had the sheer stupidity to cross her, having her condemned to solitary confinement - plenty of time to think and reminisce.  Soon after her release back to her wing, she personally led ten girls who dared not challenge her authority into stripping and handcuffing the officers to the cell bars, smashing their knees and shins with their own batons, breaking their fingers, feeding them bucketfuls of shit, rammed the batons up their asses and cunts, Maureen herself thrashing them with their own waistbelts.  Apart from spending some time in the orthopaedic ward in hospital, they were incapacitated with PTSD, turned into nervous wrecks incapable of even filling a kettle.  Over the next five years, Maureen learned to personally avoid blame for the countless mutilations, bone breakages, burns, scalds, vaginal and rectal haemorrages and weltmarks that dozens of girls accrued besides the terror inflicted on prison officers who dared cross her.  She learned to indulge in the most depraved acts of vengeance and sexual gratifications she pleased by the age of twenty.  Setting one girl on fire, pouring bleach into her seared flesh, Maureen was extremely excited at the prospect of another girl being uglier than she.  The girl suffered over 90% burns to the 3rd degree, spending two agonising years in hospital, she was left in a grotesque state that made Maureen look like a beauty queen.  Several other girls had caustic soda thrown in their faces - always the girls who were the most beautiful.  As they lay screaming in agony, their hands clutching their faces and permanently blinded eyes, their fingers burned to the bone, Maureen molested them, fisted them, shit over them, kicked them, and masturbated for some time whilst watching their wriggling naked bodies writhe in agony.  A young girl, only seventeen, entered the borstal and within two months was molested and assaulted in every imaginable way.  This poor young creature then had her left leg sawn off from the upper thigh in a two hour agonising ordeal - held down by several other sadistic girls.  Maureen put three other girls through the horrors of a clitorodectomy, labia minora removal, sphincteral slicings - all with a rusty old razor leaving them with terrible infections.  Nipples were also shaved off, faces sliced, ears cut off, noses and lips removed.  Entire bodies were sliced and mutilated by that same razor, all for the sake of Maureen’s vengefulness and need for orgasms by violent means.  One young woman, aged 21 and only two weeks from freedom, had the brass neck to insult Maureen’s appearance.  The woman, after spending half a day covered in shit and undergoing every imaginable act of sexual humiliation before a dozen other fat girls, horrified the prison officers as she ran screaming to them.  Her hands were amputated at the wrists, her breasts lopped off, her vagina and asshole mutilated beyond repair - clitoris removed from the root (Maureen enjoyed removing a woman’s source of pleasure), she was then turned into a human fireball before being released down the corridor.  She burned for several minutes before reaching the officers to be extinguished - the rest of her life was a mental and physical prison worse than any POW camp on earth, to say the least.  The young woman’s friends were terrified to find Maureen was wanting them.  After removing their fingernails she compelled them to finger her, finger each other and lick each others fingertips.  One was compelled to amputate the hand or foot of another, remove a layer of skin, an ear, a nose, an eyeball, the lips - the constant threat of fire rendered them deferentially obedient.  Three young women, handless, footless, blind, earless, noseless, lipless, were then fucked by Maureens clitoris, kicked and abused by a dozen jeering fat slags, slashed with knives, pissed on, shit on, vomited on, forced to shit, piss and vomit.  Finally - after being burned with caustic soda stolen from the cleaning storage cupboards, they were permitted to crawl to the prison officers for help.  The officers, though horrified at these events, genuinely weren’t interested in the welfare of any of the girls in their care - therefore anything was permitted to happen.  Maureen was a victim of this culture, now she was the product of that culture.  When the prison officers decided to show some interest in maintaining law and order in the borstal - just to ensure their jobs stayed easy - they got their answer.  The most senior wing officer was kidnapped, stripped, sexually abused for six hours, skinned alive and hung by the neck from the railings of the stairwell, her intestines hanging from her belly.  Maureen was left alone, she eventually turned 21, the officers and girls breathed a sigh of relief at her formal release.

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Monday, 4 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 3

Part 3 of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu:


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Maureen did not leave girls alone either, when not stripping the victims she beat in the playground  and sexually humiliating them, forcing them to pose in the most revealing ways (the boys also had to endure this - even several sixteen year olds - in her fury Maureen had the strength of an ox), she was experimenting with them.  Maureen sometimes felt transient attraction to girls; she envied their bodies, envying what she did not have.  Furthermore, she was curious about their breasts and especially their genitals - which looked neater and more compact than hers.  A gorgeous blonde sixteen year old girl, a beauty queen who received constant attention from the boys, and a ringleader in many of the abuses Maureen suffered at the hands of her peers, this Barbie was perhaps deserving of what was coming.  Dragged into the single bathroom again, with its basic toilet, sink and bath - this girl was compelled to strip, expose herself, open her lips, show her clitoris, part her bumcheeks, pose from various angles then piss.  The girl refused, Maureen laid into her with the might of an infuriated Roman army.  The girl was left a cowering bloody mess, who on her back, legs apart, obediently pissed into the air - the yellow nectar raining back down upon her abdomen and breasts.  Maureen fingered her cuntily, then anally, sucked her sweet mouth, squeezed the breasts, slapped her, bit her everywhere, giving excessive attention to those perfect, round breasts.  The ass was squeezed, kicked, thrashed furiously with the leather belt until it was purple.  Maureen then stripped, the girl was to comment on Maureen’s beauty as she posed.  Maureen then received ass and cunt fingerings, French kissing, sixtynining til she orgasmed, nipplesucking and clitoral rubbing till she orgasmed again.  Maureen’s orgasms came in violent shudders with growling and grunting like a bear with a toothache.  They were unpleasant for the slave.  Maureen then pissed and shit over her Barbie slave, rubbed the shit all over her body and into her hair.  Due to her size, Maureens shits were as heavy as a bag of sugar, as dense as a brick and stank terribly.  The girl was then compelled to undergo the humiliating, deeply embarrassing and therefore difficult task of shitting whilst being watched.  Maureen observed the excretion up close, lavishing over the opening sphincter and its forthcoming manna.  Sniffed the turd, which was then rubbed over the girl.  Maureen tried very hard to fingerfuck and clitfrig that girl to orgasm, mauling her breasts until they were sore and bruised, fingering the ass till it hurt, the girl wouldn’t come.  Maureen beat and slapped her for her weeping, scratching and biting her, pulling her around the room by the hair, plucked out all her pubic hairs.  Sucked her cunt, fisted it, still the girl did not come.  Maureen bit her inner labia, bit the clitoris, rubbed that love button so hard it was bruised black and swollen to twice its normal size.  The girls vagina was bleeding, the whole vulva was bruised and sore.  Finally Maureen gave up, pissed in the girls mouth forcing her to swallow the lemonade.  The girl was bathed, molested, warned to keep quiet, received some good slaps on the face and was made suck Maureens clitoris to orgasm one last time before being chased with a bombardment of imprecations and degradations.

The following day two more girls, aged sixteen, buxom and beautiful, were dragged by the hair - one by each hand - down the corridor to the dormitory.  One girl was a wavy haired brunette, very beautiful, thin but curvy - lovely full chest and sweet face with a cherry mouth.  The other girl was raven haired, ruby red lips, green eyed, perfectly proportioned like her friend and wont to much attention from many male suitors.  Both were compelled to strip, fondle each other, open each others cunts and part each others bumcheeks - sniffing the aroma of the vagina and bumhole when the apertures were agape.  Then Maureen stripteased whilst they admired and cajoled, getting punched and slapped when there was not enough genuine bravado - Maureen wanted to hear that there was simply no one more beautiful than her.  The girls had to lay atop each other, exposing both vulvae one above the other, make love to each other - fingering, caressing, sucking, kissing, sixtynining, cunt to cunt rubbing.  The two girls made a sudden dash upon Maureen, hoping to overpower her.  In her fury, Maureen could find the strength of three men and the girls sorely regretted their audacious attempt. After being kicked and punched up and down the dorm, thrashed with the leather belt, they were forced to fight each other then thrash each other with the same belt - this amused and sexually excited Maureen very much.  Nothing more interesting than to see two naked teenage girls fight, everything jiggling.  More exposures, pubic hair pluckings, pissing on each others faces, Maureen pissing over them, shitting into each others hands, depositing the turds into their bags.  Assfingerings and shitty fingersuckings.  Ménage a trois.  Maureen would suck and explore a cunt and asshole as she was cuntsucked and fingered whilst also having the asshole vigorously fingeredfucked.  Again the girls tried to overpower her, even more furious beatings, the girls were left curled up on the floor, vomiting, winded and weeping in pain with Maureen still lashing them with the belt screaming in rage.  The girls were compelled to sixtynine each other, in turn sixtynine with Maureen till she orgasmed, then ménage a trois till she orgasmed again.  She had one girl fist her ass whist the other fist her cunt, meanwhile Maureen teased her left nipple and frigged her clitoris till she orgasmed once again.  Finally, farting in the girls’ mouths, she warned them to be silent and thrashed them out of the dormitory, still completely naked and with only two minutes to go before a crowd comes, she throws their clothes after them.  Gets dressed and takes her leave.  These two beauties became her playthings or ‘friends’ for some weeks before her interests diverted elsewhere.  These two girls in later life became crisis counselors.

Two spotty sixteen year old boys saved the above girls from further horror.  These boys were stupid enough to mock Maureen when everyone else finally had the sense to leave her alone - she was now respected as a very dangerous creature even by the Nuns.  To the bathroom she frogmarched them, resistance was met with brute force.  Bloody noses and ballsqueezes coaxed them to that dreaded room.  Humiliating strippings whilst she mocked and jeered at their skinny frames, found fault with their cocks, made them piss, shit upon each others chests and rub it over their bodies.  Finger each others assholes whilst watching her striptease.  As she fingered herself they were to masturbate commenting on how gorgeous she was, giving her their two cocks to suck and balls to spank.  They were both to insist they loved her very deeply - then to fight for that love.  As the lads fought, she mused at the wriggling writhing bodies, their balls and cocks flinging to and fro, their asscheeks parting as they wrestled.  She then set upon them, beat them, insisting that she could love two men at once.  The boys had a very difficult time maintaining their erections, but flaccidity was punished with ball squeezes.  The loss of her virginity – given willingly - was a memorable occasion for Maureen, for she lost the flower in a way most girls can barely dare boast of - both cocks entered the cunt together.  How many girls are so admirable to be fucked by two men at once in the first night?  She orgasmed like a pig rooting the ground, snorting, grunting, groaning, growling.  Each boy had to take turns sucking her mouth and nipple, licking her blind right eye for good measure.  The ordeal was not over for them yet, for she gave them her asshole, again they doublefucked it, for ten minutes of heaving until she finally moaned like a sick bear in her orgasm.  The boys begged to take their leave, she thrashed them, pulled their hair, mocked them, told them she loved them too much to let them leave just yet and good friends should get to know each other even better. She fingered herself anally and cuntily whilst watching the boys - under her compulsion - commit a variety of homosexual acts.  French kissing, gay sixtynining, assfingering, mutual masturbation, cock rubbing against cock, assfucking from a variety of positions, thrashing, biting, watersport, more shitting - managing to squeeze out mere turdlets this time they were punched and kicked some more.  Asstonguing, farting - which Maureen enjoyed receiving in her mouth.  Maureen launched several deadly farts into their mouths, they vomited, she made them lick it up.  The boys were now compelled to fuck her one in the ass, one in the cunt, Maureen regretted not have a third boy at this point.  Again grunting and panting till she came, the boy in her ass came also - with a few encouraging roars the boy in her cunt finally spat his sperm into her.  The boys were finally dismissed but would serve as her ‘boyfriends’ for a whole month, they were forced to say ‘I love you’ again and again, besides undergoing a variety of sexual treatments that left them impotent before their seventeenth birthdays.

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Saturday, 2 February 2013

Vanity - Gods favourite sin.

I shamelessly confess - I am a vain man, and I love vanity.  I endorse it and promote it as one might promote a healthy sports food.  I love those who are vain - irrespective of their style, which is the mere 'surface' of vanity - it is the constructs of a persona, performing some given function - and that is entirely besides the point.

I see health in vanity.  I see vitality and love for life - love for ones self as well as love for others.  For when one puts effort into ones appearance - it is an appreciation for the self and others, besides being a social grace.  This is not some demand for fashion conformity - if it were I would not dismiss the surface of vanity as an incidental, some context specific peculiarity.  I love an Amazonian head dress and nakedness and bodypaints just as I love a three piece suit in London or a fine dress in Milan or Paris.

The naysayers will argue that vanity is a deviation from the true self - not true in many if not most circumstances.  Properly executed - that is not in blind fashion conformity - it is an expression of the true self, of ones very Will perhaps, if you are honest enough with yourself and self love, and love of life and others.  To be the opposite of vain - that itself is the most depraved and vile fashion conformity ever to dis-grace humanity.  And this so called 'humbleness' - is but the most vulgar pseudo-vanity ever to traverse human cultural landscapes.  Humility, self depreciation and abomination of the the beauty of others and the efforts toward beauty - is as anti-life as one can get.  Such an obsession with murder of life and joy for life - is a breach of the most basic commandments.  Surely then - vanity must be God's favourite sin?  And self destruction and demand for 'humility' as a social harm - is not only unholy, but anti-reason, for what philosophy would promote a principle of harm but one based on the most vulgar superstitions?  A philosophy and religion based on resentment, hatred for life, the self, envy against others and their success and beauty, envy even against self expression and individual Will!  Those who hate vanity hate the individual - and espouse collectivism for on their own, perhaps, they feel a little too powerless.  If that is not a dreadful and perverse vanity - then what is?

I tell you the truth, my friends - love vanity, and love the vain!  When a man wears a fine suit, cufflinks, gold rings and fine colognes and aftershave, when a woman adorns a beautiful dress and necklaces, when parents dress their children in the finest shirts, or even when someone is beautifully naked and tattoed - their bodyhairs removed and their skin oiled and glistening (be this man, woman or even a child) - give them a kiss and love them for their vanity!  For they have not merely made themselves beautiful to gaze upon - but they have shared something from their inner selves with you - and that is a profound friendship to receive, even from a stranger.  And love difference!  Love the naked, the three piece suit, the unique style of a Heavy Metal fan or the multiple colours of an alternative fashionista - love them all!  Especially the unique.  Love the effort each individual has put into his or her styles - even the fine details whether they be cufflinks or noserings.  Love them!  Love the detail and the finesse!  Discuss and encourage them to express further their inner selves, and revel in your own fascination with this unique work of art that is another Willing and life loving individual sharing their true inner self with you.  And bear in mind - even what the fashion hides, reveals something about the lovely person - and that is to be loved and respected.

When the resentful and the envious denigrate you for your vanity, for your unique haircolour, your nosering, your tattoo, your nakedness, your three piece suit or extravagant dress, your jewellery and perfumes - do not kowtow to their morality that demands your uniqueness becomes a slave.  Do not fetter yourself to a disgusting, life hating, person hating, slave morality!  Spit and vomit upon them!  Kill them where they stand for they endeavour to kill your Will!  And if they call themselves righteous remind them truly they are the Godless.  For how can the Creator, The Source, the Ineffable Atum, the Universe itself and All Being - love anything that abhors Being?  How can their philosophy and law be just if it degrades beauty and demands filth and ugliness?  How can their be liberty and fairness if one cannot express oneself, and explore the self through ones vanity?  How can one even participate in social grace if body odour, rags and the appearance of misery and decay are the sole surface of 'choice'???

Those who hate vanity thus even hate politics - as well as their own God or gods.  They hate themselves - and they hate society and even hate you.

Love yourself and everything more.  Be vain - buy those cufflinks, wear that cologne, be naked without hiding anything for 'shame', be extravagant, wear that dress, colour your hair, get the nosering.  Be what thy Will.  Be You and love yourself, everyone, life, society, God - for vanity is God's favourite sin for sure ;)

Friday, 1 February 2013

Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 2

Part 2 of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity' available on Amazon and Lulu - check my Books Of Sodom page for the links.

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Some weeks later, a boy approached her, courted her, her stomach fluttered and her heart leapt.  She was in such a swoon she paid no attention to the girls and boys giggling some ten feet away.  For a week he courted her, then offered her first kiss.  Maureen closed her eyes and their lips met.  She wasn’t sure how to kiss, copying the others she opened and closed her mouth, the crowd roared and cheered in laughter.  Her ‘boyfriend’ started laughing yet still Maureen was too naive to catch on.  Only when he grabbed her by the nape of the neck, put his fingers down his throat and vomited into her mouth did it occur to her that it was all a con - another sick practical joke at her great expense.  Maureen was left on her hand and knees in tears, vomiting like a poisoned dog.  The Nuns were merciless on her dirt.  Her kissing and her vomiting evoked the most extreme hostility from the Sisters of Mercy, their eyes psychotic and demonic with lustful vengeful rage.  Three months to sulk and suffer in the dark room.  Plenty of time to figure that the boy deliberately courted her for a whole week just to make it hurt more.  Never get too hopeful.  The brazier in her darkening mind was getting hotter.  So much so that upon entering the lighter world again, she squeezed that boys balls leaving him hospitalised – his injuries so severe he required castration and she felt good.  Maureen, over the coming months went on a rampage of wrath and revenge, mercilessly beating dozens of girls into bloody pulps, breaking bones, squeezing balls, fighting with the nuns and seriously injuring several of them.  One priest had his face scalded by her eruption that took everyone by surprise.  Another nun had her right eye clawed out after suggesting perhaps Maureen is incapable of seeing the “Grace of God therefore lacking the ability to forgive those who hurt her due to letting the devil take away her good righteous eye”.

Maureen was now sixteen and quite uncontrollable.  After countless punishments which only made her more vicious everyone began to leave her alone.  Loneliness was her closest friend now, misery being relegated to the place of second best friend - it was to be the only triumph she would ever have in her life.  The Nuns also boycotted her, only ever giving her C or D grades for her work - she soon ceased trying too hard.  Still, she had her sexual needs, besides a constant vengeful violent urge that bound with her carnal desires.  The first victim of her passions was an 11 year old boy.  Dark hair, brown eyes, thin body, round but pert ass and substantially sized cock he was an occasional plaything for the priests and nuns besides the older boys.  He learned to avoid these advances, but Maureen was quick and relentless.  She predated upon him like a lioness upon a gazelle, pounced him and dragged him into a cupboard.  Stripped him, molested him, sucked and slobbered over every part of his beautiful little body.  Over that beautiful little body did her ugly countenance roam with relentless lust – relief at last.  She undressed herself and forced him to look at her ‘beautiful’ body, forced him to fondle and caress her, suck her left nipple, run his hand up and down the crack of her huge shitty ass, rub her cunt, suck her big erect clit.  It took some twenty minutes until she was satisfied, having orgasmed very violently three times, amidst her climax slapping him, squeezing his genitals, jeering at him.  Finally vomiting over him, Maureen ordered him to shit and piss whilst she spectated and mocked.  Fingerfucking his asshole she forcefully masturbated him till he came, making him feel guilty by reminding him that he reacted and ejaculated therefore obviously enjoyed her.  Where did Maureen learn so much about sex?  Only a fool would believe a place run by priests and nuns is devoid of sex talk - sometimes negative talk gives just as much insight as the playground whispers and exchanges in the confession box - the latter two being not at all uncommon.

The boy was left a shattered mess, and two days later a gorgeous blond boy of twelve was to follow in a single bathroom.  Her sexuality was now finding vent in vengeful fury.  This boy jeered at her quite horribly on many occasions, she was severe on him.  Forcing him to strip whilst she cooed and jeered, leaving him crimson with shame, her barks and fury left him trembling with fear.  After making him dance, stroke his cock, part has bumcheeks, fart, piss, roll back the foreskin, go on his knees and beg her for forgiveness.  The second phase had him watch her striptease and dance, a very off-putting sight but the boy was compelled to comment on how beautiful and sexy she was.  Maureen then lashed the lad with a leather belt, had him screaming and sobbing as red weltmarks colored his thin, white body.  Her clitoris was erect, her left nipple hard, he was compelled to suckle it lovingly like a baby. She breathed and heaved heavily, her hairy armpits stinking of heavy sweating.  Maureen then ordered him to fondle her body whilst he continued suckling, finger her cunt, stroke the clitoris til she shuddered, pull the labia to resurrect her, finger the asshole - and suck the shit off his fingers.  He balked, she screamed in fury, punched him, kicked him about the floor, shit in his mouth, pissed over his face, he vomited.  She rolled him in the vomit, beat him, left his face bloody, French kissing the bleeding mouth she sucked his blood whilst caressing him everywhere.  He had to finger her again, she fingered his asshole, sucked his mouth, deliberately coughing down his throat.  Forcefully sucked his cock til orgasm.  She teased him at his cumming - he obviously ‘enjoyed’ it.  This poor boy didn’t understand that erection is a reflex - he would never have another - like most males who encountered her regardless of his age.  Maureen bathed the boy clean, but he was not released from her grip till he tongued her stinking cunt and sucked her clit whilst she viciously pulled his hair and slapped his face.

Only hours later, her sexuality finally finding release, Maureen was in desperate need of more love, more orgasm, more caressing, more intimacy, more looking and seeing, more being admired as any woman wants admiring, more games, more everything - more revenge and triumph of the will.  A 14 year old boy, quite handsome but egotistic, always mocked her for her ugliness.  He was always hard on the ugly girls, Maureen got it worst.  He had a string of affairs in the Home, she was to be his last - he became a priest after this - apparently unable to get physically close to any female ever again.  Into the empty dormitory during dinner hour.  He was forcefully dragged by the hair down the long corridors.  When he threatened loud protest she slipped her big hand down his pants and threatened to squeeze - aware of what happened to the last pair of testicles she squeezed the boy quietly complied.  Stripped him, plucked out his young pubic hairs.  His cock was bigger, his balls hung more, his body was more muscular but still thin.  He had hairy armpits and she liked their smell - she was very, very wet and breathing heavily.  Squeezed his nipples, licked them, sniffed the armpits, licked them, sucked the balls, kissed his ass - save the cock for later.  Bend over, part his bumcheeks, plucked out the hairs, slapped his ass and face hard when he cried.  Tongued his asshole, besides the shit, which somehow excited her, there was a manly sweaty smell - the smell of male sex, and this really excited her.  Pinched his skin all over, twisted his fingers and toes, bit him, leaving her teethmarks on his arms, legs, torso and bumcheeks.  Punched him, kicked him, he tried to fight back but she furiously beat him into a pulp.  Kicking his stomach, back and ribs she left him winded on the floor, he vomited.  She sucked his mouth, licked the vomit, hissed imprecations with her burning eye staring straight into his.  Forced him to eat his vomit whilst she pissed over him.  He was compelled to watch her lay back and masturbate, she rubbed and fingered her big ugly vulva for ten minutes.  He could not escape, he was tied to a bedpost with linen, he was naked and she was lying on his clothes.  He was compelled to stroke his cock until erect, she examined it, frigged it, spanked the balls lightly, untied him and forced him to 69.  She came in violent tremors as he lay on his back sucking her vulgar cunt whilst he obediently caressed her body - disobedience resulted in punches and ballsqueezes.  As he brought her to orgasm, she sucked and tongued his cock vigorously, noisily, passionately - forcing him to come in convulsions he could not console for the love of trying.  The shame, this sense of defilement, was exacerbated by her logical explanation that he obviously enjoyed doing it and with that he was forced to French kiss with her for some ten minutes before being released.  Like the other two boys, horrible repercussions were promised if the spoke about their ordeals to any authority - these three boys were molested and bullied for several weeks in the manners just described.

Tales Of Depravity - Love - part 1

I am so sick and tired of being relentlessly censored, banned and tyrannised about how I 'should' write to make my works 'acceptable' to the politically correct and morally chauvinist establishment - that I will now provide some excerpts here.  I am as disappointed with wattpad for censoring my book 'Tales Of Depravity' as I am with Amazon Kindle for banning it.

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In the meantime, I provide you now the story 'Love', from my book Tales Of Depravity - which still remains banned off Kindle, and I cannot make it available on iBookstore and B&N Nook until I 'make changes' - which I will not under any circumstance do.  I simply refuse to water down or censor my work to satisfy a minority of moral faggots or a majority of brainwashed drones.  Fuck it!  It is time some hard writing puts this  lying, deceiving petty little culture to the test!  Basically ramming the face of NeoConservatism into the unflushed toilet!  No flushes - no censorship - no relief from its own filth.

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Born into squalor and abomination, from the outset the squealing malnourished infant who was to grow into Big Maureen, as she later became known, could not have faced greater adversity in her quest to grow into a successful human being.  Her mother was an alcoholic - forced to prostitute herself to feed her habit and throw scraps of bread and milk to her bastard children merely to pacify them for another hour.  Her husband, a rampant liar, womanizer, thief, voyeur, pederast was seldom around.  When he was, he usually subjected his wife to vigorous fuckings against the wall in drunken fits of rage, sometimes in the presence of neighbours – and later would subject the screaming bastard children to physical, psychological and sexual violence (at least two from the half dozen little thievelings and prostitutes certainly were not his – which served as requisite excuse for these outrages).  Maureen’s three elder brothers, from as far back as she could remember, beat her, screamed at her and fingerfucked her, her two elder sisters only mocked and jeered, excluding her from the little genuine social interaction that occurred in the slums of Glasgow.  At six years old, her mother in a drunken fit of rage lashed boiling cooking fat over her face and body.  Not only was the right side of her face and front of her upper right torso permanently scarred, besides being blinded in her right eye and her front hairline immediately receded by two inches, her future of misery and mental agony was secured.

Mistreated by doctors and nurses at the hospital where she spent many agonizing months, they reveled in her pain as they roughly changed the bandages and deliberately let the burns fester and become much more complicated than they otherwise should have been.  In 1966 it was not conducive to ones wellbeing to be of the working class, or the underclass - those who before WWII had proletarian backgrounds until herded into vast housing estates like Soviet cattle to a new industrial city on the Steppes.  These people, forgotten in the postwar economic booms despite promises of certain ‘Labourist’ policies, became the cannon fodder of scorn and reprehension.  The professional classes, in their elitist contempt for anyone without a good high school education (which is far from ubiquitous though it feigns to be available for all) and the physical, intellectual or economic incapacity to fend for themselves due to mismanagements deforming society, enjoy exalting themselves through continuing human misery.  Maureen was that misery at its apogee, and what she later became is the inevitable fallout from that aforementioned mismanagement.  Horror, comes from horror made, horror practiced, horror recompenses horror.  How humanity revels in horror!  Even its hypocrisy and double standards are horror!  Even its’ two faced complaints about horror is horror!  Even the charities and do-gooders and campaigners to resolve horror is horror due to actually maintaining the horror it feigns to resolve.  Horror in bad practice, bad things lead to bad results.  One may ‘wish for the best’, and through apathetic management, such as post WWII housing projects and economics, class interests, national interests, social interests besides other egotisms and vulgarities caked in the makeup of ‘truth, beauty and goodness’, will only acquire horrible results.  And to cake that ugly face in more ‘good’ makeup - such horror!  Even the Renaissance men, the Mediaeval’s, the Romans, could be more upfront about themselves than that - they admitted to horror, and relatively suffered less of it (or no more of it at least).  Doctors, in their hyena hypocrisy, feigned to ‘help’ Maureen.  Later, the Nuns ‘helped’ Maureen.  But all Maureen could remember was horror.  The mistreatment in hospital worse than what her mother did to her.  The ‘good’ upbringing and education ministered by the Nuns and that cursed Catholic Church (itself stinking in a good two millennia of unspeakable, abyssal black horror in the name of God), was worse than the mistreatment she received from her elder siblings, peers and father.

The rest of Maureen’s childhood was a blur of beatings and cold showers, which hurt her scars.  She hated showering in front of the other girls, who only mocked and jeered at her misshapen body, how she wished to be like them - admiring their wet smooth skin as they waltzed and preened unashamed of their beauty.  Due to her looking different, no one befriended her, or they would form fake friendships only to deliberately dupe her and leave her psychologically and spiritually broken.  The Nuns were harsh with this ‘little hussy’, after being inspected and found to have a broken hymen they were determined to cleanse her soul from the evil into which she was born.  Maureen soon felt like a reprobate.  Schoolwork was never of satisfactory standard, handwriting was never neat enough - nothing could please them.  She was luckier than the prettiest girls in some ways though - they received untoward attentions from the Priests and Nuns.  The Nuns knew how to lash with the leather belt, they knew how to lash with the stick, they often spanked her scarred flesh breaking it and making it bleed, the wounds healed knitting the already taught skin tighter.

At the age of 11 she was moved to a children’s home of mixed sex, still run by nuns, who were just as harsh if not more brutal than their colleagues in the girls convent.  The first shower night was one of abysmal humiliation as all the other girls - all 75 of them - mocked and screamed and jeered at her ugly nakedness.  She was getting plump and was less beautiful than before.  When Maureen cried for them to stop they set upon her like crows on carrion, tearing at her and beating her into soon bloodied water.  When the Nuns stopped the cabal, they were in no way sympathetic to Maureen.  Barking at her like Sergeant Majors, ordered her to wash the blood off and marched her completely naked up the corridors to the punishment room.  For four hours the Home reverberated of lashes and screaming girls, an 18th century bedlam would not compare. Maureen was blamed for instigating the commotion, and her protests of innocence only lead to the harshest mental and physical rebukes fierce enough to leave a veteran soldier cowering in the corner.

When Maureen refused to enter the showers the following wash evening, the Nuns took the greatest pleasure in frogmarching her into the boys shower rooms, stripped her and forced her to wash before 70 jeering cooing boys who mocked her ugliness, fat ass, pot belly, scars, budding misshapen left breast, deformed vulva and chubby hips.  Sufficient to make any girl die of embarrassment – this served only to kill another of the few remaining lights in the soul of the already traumatized Maureen.  The Nuns lashed her furiously until she pissed herself, forcing her to wash all over again; the boys jeering even harder at this sick show, another light went out inside her.  No one, in the revelries of horror in the name of God, goodness and good discipline, noticed it getting any dimmer.  The globe gets dimmer and in the self inflicted horror no one notices.  At this point, for the first time, Maureen surmised “surely they deserve a darker hour?”

Adolescence was more than a living hell, if childhood was painful, then Maureen’s teenage years were emotionally raw.  Now she cognized her anguish, and the realisation was bleak and painful as a Scottish winter.  (Half the nuns, by the way, were Irish).  Never was her school performance good enough, she never got enough sleep, with homework, chores, punishment homework, punishment chores, and tortures and practical jokes from her peers in the dormitories.  It was her peers who got her punished, and the Nuns enjoyed all of it, even when it was proven Maureen was innocent - she was punished anyway along with her peers, who only savagely beat her afterwards.  The other girls shit and pissed her bed, forced her to sleep in it, and in the morning reveled in the nuns harsh remonstrations.  During assembly, all the boys and girls in the Home would jeer at her nocturnal and other failures.  It is not pleasant to be accused of having no bladder or bowel control whether you are incontinent or not.  Her sanitary towels always disappeared, leading to more mockeries at the assembly for messing her knickers or bed linen with the ‘Sin of Eve’.  She was regularly stripped and paraded naked around the playground by her peers, everyone applauding and commenting on her body.  The Nuns, when they found out about ‘her whoresone exhibitionism’, reveled in forcing her to shower with the boys for 3 months and stand naked before the whole assembly for the same duration.  Assuring her she was damned, the Nuns felt the most gracious thing she could do was be a warning to others of the degrading punishments ‘God’ has in store for deviants from the path enunciated in the bible.  Maureen struggled to find answers in that book, and for her sins the Sisters gave her some bitter theology lessons.  When Maureen commented that the Gospel according to Matthew states one is not to judge others, condemn to hell or say ‘you fool’, the result was the cupboard - where she remained in the dark for three months.  “Foolish little girls will languish in the dark where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth for letting their lamps extinguish” was the response and explanation from these vicious Women of God.

Maureen was now 15, and quite lethargic and overweight, in a constant depression and yearning, her inner self felt like a dark room with a brazier glowing redder.  All the other girls were indulging in secret relationships with the boys, away from the eyes of the Nuns, who in fits of jealousy would catch the culprits and punish them in sexually humiliating ways.  The Nuns were not averse to using the older boys for their own sexual follies - neither were the priests. The girls suffered the same, except Maureen.  Besides being used as sex toys, these boys and girls managed to forge romances between each other, teenage romances that were healthy and joyful.  Filled with necking, heavy petting, oral and sometimes group games it is almost unimaginable where humanity can grow.  But the conditions were too adverse for Maureen and the world remained hostile towards her.  The girls only mocked her inability to get a boyfriend, accused of sapphism, she was reported to the Nuns:  who took pleasure in a three week long intensive inquisition of degrading cross examinations, beatings, naked ‘examinations’ by the priests, and cold baths - which hurt her scars.  For the first time during this inquisition, Maureen got to see herself naked in a full length mirror.  The sight of herself made her sob uncontrollably; her weeping didn’t stop for weeks.  Her left breast didn’t develop properly, growing into a thin conical teat rent askew to the left, the nipple brown, hairy and inverted, it wasn’t a pretty sight.  Her right breast was painful in its growth, due to the scar tissue.  There was no nipple, burned away long ago, it looked like a large flattened ball of lumpy fat sitting atop her pot belly.  Her vulva was hidden by a huge black bush of wiry pubic hair - the inner labia hung two inches beyond the outer labia like the cheeks of a turkey, red and raw, the clitoris protruded four inches beyond the hood.  The bush couldn’t hide this deformed shame.  Her hips were thunderously large, chubby, riddled with cellulite and love handles like the flesh on her back.  Her ass was large, flat and flabby, hanging down to the backs of her knees and sprouting hair from cleft.  The left side of her face was pockmarked with an old dose of chickenpox and chronic severe acne – leaving the unscarred side of her face appear like the surface of the moon.  The right side of her face was ghoulish, her eye a deformed rheumy white with no pupil, her right ear a plug shaped waxy mess.  No man would marry her, it was obvious to her, all hope faded.  In her adolescence, with her dawning sexuality which was brutally repressed by Nuns, boys and girls, she developed the hope and yearning to escape this horror and find a prince who would rescue her soul from eternal darkness and love her and let her love.  It would clearly never be.