Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 9 Final

The final part of the story 'Love' from the banned book 'Tales Of Depravity'.  I managed to get the book made available on several other platforms.  Grab a copy before the moral faggots decide you don't have the right to read what you choose:

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Maureen then preyed upon four twelve year old girls on a daily basis for three months, beating them, mentally torturing them, sexually abusing and humiliating them.  She ensured they only got three hours sleep per night due to punishment homework and housework.  In a constant stupor they could never keep up with the barrage of impossible demands made by Maureen’s colleagues - who only laughed and winked as Maureen was given another excuse to discipline and punish.  Stripping them naked in front of dozens of leering boys soon woke them up, leaving them screaming in embarrassment, trying to cover themselves as Maureen and her colleagues held their arms and parted their legs.  Turning them every way, posing them in every manner, the girls turned crimson and almost died with shame as the boys were given the opportunity to fondle and grope at their will.  These punishments soon got worse, the boys were soon fucking them.  The girls fell pregnant, the fruits were beaten out of their swollen bellies, as they ran naked around the assembly hall trying to avoid the stick and the lash.  Two girls committed suicide; the other two never left the mental hospital.  The fact that everyone in the institution was complicit in Maureen’s crimes, even if to a lesser degree of severity, served only to maintain her impunity as she humiliated children at shower time, molested four year olds on the toilet when needing cleaned, abused and raped them with her clitoris, beat them to a pulp often leaving them to wander the corridors for weeks with gashes and fractures that were left to heal naturally.  Street children suffered the worst, as they were on no register - the colleagues turned a blind eye to their disappearance as they did each others and Maureen’s savagery.  The attic filled with little bodies who prior to their demise were forced to fuck and abuse each other.  Yes, now Maureen was having groups of children gang rape and beat another child senseless - that one victim suffering for weeks in the attic until it was finally killed in the artificial savagery as sterile as the institutes corridors.  Up to twelve street children, sometimes with three or four women and several elderly victims, now dwelt in that horrible attic, in their own ordures - at the behest of Maureen, several of her more depraved and perverted colleagues and the outside clients who numbered hundreds.  One by one they died in the most horrible ways: skinnings, immolations, amputations, gougings, eviscerations, beatings and trepanations (which were always followed with headfuckings).  On the latter note, Maureen became reknown among her victims for clitfucking a hole she drilled into the skull of a victim - adult or child.  Besides this, beheadings, sometimes posthumous, resulted in her clitfucking the oesophagus and trachea - both in the head and on the neck still connected to the torso.  It was teenage boys who usually, for some bizarre reason, suffered the most with the head punishments - although they were often skinned, amputated or burned beforehand.

These horrors continued nonstop for years, her colleagues being more or less complicit in either turning a blind eye, or participating partially or fully.  The attic became a room strewn with bones, skulls, rotting corpses, faeces, vomit and piss - the smell overpowering save for the clientele and Maureen and her accomplices.  It was not until 1996, when a fifteen year old girl, a twenty year old woman, a seventeen year old boy and two boys aged eleven with two girls aged ten and twelve, escaped, did all this come to an end and with it the career of Maureen.  The teenage girl had her left hand amputated and the stump burned, her left eyeball gouged out, her entire body was black due to being burned, her hair was tousled and melted - she was naked.  The twenty year old woman, naked, had all her fingernails and toenails removed.  Her entire body was covered in cigarette burns, lash marks, bruises and knife slashes.  Her inner labia were chopped off as was her left nipple, her left arm was broken.  The teenage boy had the toes of his left foot cleaved off, his back burned, his left hand and fingers smashed with a hammer, his right forearm broken, his jaw was also broken.  His foreskin was crudely circumcised and the penis was festering, he had not a stitch of clothing to hide what dignity remained after the onslaught of buggeries by countless men and Maureens passionate tortures he suffered for two relentless months.  The two eleven year old boys were generally in one piece, naked of course, only suffering knife slashes and welt marks all over their bodies.  It was these two cunning urchins who managed to breach the locks and lead everyone away to safety - being skilled thieves before visiting the institution.  The ten year old girl was in quite a bad way, both arms were cleaved off from the shoulders, the stumps burned, her head was skinned, her teeth torn out, nipples, clitoris and labia were removed.  She was very week after three horrific months of rapes and beatings culminating to this horror - her black and blue body was due to be terminated in three days.  The twelve year old girl, in one piece, helped the younger girl along, both were naked, the elder girl having only endured three days of fuckeries of every sort.  She was covered in shit, piss and vomit - as is the case for any victim in the first two weeks.  Besides some severe bruising on the bum due to passionate thrashings, a swollen sphincter and bruised vagina, badly bruised nipples due to squeezing, she was fine.  They made their way onto the streets at around 5am on a summer morning, hiding in the shadows, when the first commuters appeared they delivered a shocking sight.  Police and ambulances were called - the sight of uniforms terrified the victims, and the shocked social workers were sent away in a daze - the sight of them made the youngest girl die of fright.

Immediate investigations were made, the teenage girl dying several days later, the boy committing suicide within two weeks - both still giving a lot of information being the victims for longest after the deceased youngest girl.  Their stories were horrifying and were kept secret from the press.  The two young boys, the twelve year old girl and woman never mentally recovered, spending the rest of their lives in psychiatric care - still they gave their stories before psychosis completely ate their spirits.  The institution was shut down, and further investigations told countless terrible stories of degradation and abuse by young and old alike.  The attic brought its own horrific revelations, leaving several police officers and detectives in a mental hospital for six months.  Hundreds of skulls made mountains, bones and ordures littered the floor, rotting corpses hung all about the room creating a surreal sight.  Maureen was arrested, and after putting up a vicious fistfight with a dozen officers, was dragged off to a women’s prison, put through a hasty trial and callously sentenced to prison for the rest of her natural life.  The courts, the jury, the police officers, did not listen to her tragedy.  No one cared about how she was turned into a monster, only reigning abuse on her head.  She was beaten and humiliated daily in her cell.  When she mentioned these abuses the judge only laughed, the jury jeered, her own defense mocked her.  When she sought clemency and told her life story - again she was scoffed.  She asked for anonymity in the prison - she was assured her story would be made known to every female prisoner.  Again Maureen pleaded, this time asking only for compassion, even impersonal human love - borne through clemency, would do.  The judge roared abuse at her, the jury followed, the prosecution degraded her, her own defence barristers spat in her face - soon the whole court set upon beating her, led by the judge.  Dragged off to jail a bloody mess with all the hair torn out of her head, her own defence ensured her good eye was gouged out with a pen blinding her.  The judge broke her fingers, her scars were injured and bleeding, the jury broke her arms.  The prosecution stuffed the cases papers up her vagina and anus and set them alight.  All throughout this ordeal, she screamed for mercy, begged forgiveness, repented, recanted the story of her making - begging they punish the evil that made her possible.  Before passing out, in a veil of desperate tears, she asked for individual, or even a general, impersonal, human love.  She got nothing.

Dragged off to jail with terrible wounds, she sat in her cell for weeks.  The doctors gave her crude treatment, the vaginal and anal burns didn't heal properly, and it was painful to walk.  Her fingers didn’t set properly and were gnarled, her arms healed but not straight - no nurse genuinely nursed her.  A wild animal gets better treatment.  The women were thirsty to punish her, child killers, granny killers and sex abusers are not at all welcomed in prisons, especially women’s prisons.  Finally forced to leave her cell, by the butt of several female prison officers batons, Maureen wandered blind and terrified among the women.  They jeered as she awkwardly bumped into them, her hands reaching out, only to trip over a step to land on her face.  For weeks the prisoners merely teased her, not touching her, only pushing her, knowing her terror was a sound torment.  Constantly begging for clemency, constantly repeating that in all her years she only wanted someone to love, that no one loved her, that this hurt made her hurt in return.  Finally they set to beating her, these beatings lasting for 3 months, Maureen was a mental wreck.  At last, her relief came in that final dark hour.  For some days beforehand the beatings turned into relentless perverted tortures, keeping her awake at night, the prison officers were long complicit in the savagery.  They beat her, skewered her anus and vagina with knives, removed her beloved and infamous clitoris from the root, gouged out her tongue - the last word she spoke was ‘Love’ in the sentence “please, before killing me, just give me love”.  Her whispers were unheard in their savage screaming like hyenas.  Deliberately deprived of sleep for five days in the most intense mental and physical tortures, Maureen had every bone broken in her body, was hung by the neck over the stairwell where every cell in the wing could see her dangling corpse.  For three weeks they reveled at the sight, mocking and degrading her, hating her even in death.  Even in death she was deprived of one thing essential to the good life:  Love.

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Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 6

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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.

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Tales Of Depravity - Love - Part 5

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

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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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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.

If you want to see my more controversial work on wattpad - you have to sign up and 'follow':

http://www.wattpad.com/user/BaldassareCossa

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.

Come, follow me - every day I will post some more of my story - I hope you come back and enjoy the read.  Please post comments.  Feel free to friend me, like me and so on in facebook.  I want to hear from my readers.  Follow me and comment on Deviant Art and Twitter also.  Spread this story, spread the gospel.  Fuck the moralfags!  I'm even more determined to spread that which they don't want anyone to see.

The book is available in print on Amazon and Lulu - check my Books Of Sodom page on this blog for the links.

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

Anyway - enjoy the story.  I'll keep posting it in parts.  It's quite a long one.

Love

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.

They BANNED my book for being too extreme and pornographic!

So... I tried to put my book Tales Of Depravity onto Amazon Kindle, iPhone and iPad - and perhaps not too surprisingly they have banned my book for being in violation of their very vague terms.

I was unsurprised yet at the same time rightfully pissed off - why do they have the 120 Days Of Sodom, 50 Shades Of Grey and American Psycho on Kindle - all of which are very graphic?

Here are the said books:

http://www.amazon.com/The-120-Days-Sodom-ebook/dp/B007733DXY/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532274&sr=1-2&keywords=120+days+of+sodom

http://www.amazon.com/Fifty-Shades-of-Grey-ebook/dp/B007L3BMGA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532295&sr=1-2&keywords=50+shades+of+grey+kindle

http://www.amazon.com/American-Psycho-ebook/dp/B004FV4T7U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532326&sr=1-1&keywords=american+psycho+kindle


And to make it even more ridiculous pornographic books such as Tickle Torture by Penny Birch are available:

http://www.amazon.com/Tickle-Torture-Nexus-ebook/dp/B003V4AT30/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1357532372&sr=1-2&keywords=tickle+torture


My own book is of real literary and sociological value, even philosophic - despite the prose being intentionally formulated for the average reader.  In my work, the graphic scenes are to bring certain points of concern out into the open - not merely to entertain, and I am perfectly fine with those who CHOOSE to be entertained by my work.  Something Amazon is not giving you the freedom to do!

In a nutshell, Amazon is using its 'policy' to shirk Constitution, Rule Of Law, and unfairly dismiss and discriminate at its own arbitrary whim.  Since when could a Corporation decide on what we can say, hear, read, write, sell and buy?  Is this Corporate Mafia Governance?  Is it 'crony capitalism' and not genuine free markets because they permit big publishers to print what they want but not anyone else?  Is this 'tyranny of the minority' because they claim a certain group of people are 'offended' by such literature therefore we should all kowtow to them in the name of democracy?  Or is it 'tyranny of majority' in that "everyone won't like this therefore it must be banned" - two tyrannies equally as bad as Corporate Mafia Governance without recourse to Rule Of Law.  Can a Corporation even claim they are "protecting the public from bad writing"?  How can that lawfully be determined?  When serving the public - it must be done fairly, transparently and without arbitrary discrimination - the entity [here Amazon] opens its property to the public to do business therefore must adhere to 'Res Publica/Public Interest' and never engage in opaque discriminatory behaviours that reflect dictatorship or tyranny!

In the longterm, the freedom of every individual mind is at stake here for the abovementioned reasons.  Those who have ears let them hear!  Those who have minds - choose now!  Tyranny or liberty?

I implore you lovers of freedom, to support me, comment here, spread the word about my case, sign my petitions, friend me on facebook, follow me on twitter - the time is now to defend liberty!  Tomorrow never comes.

http://www.change.org/en-GB/petitions/amazon-stop-banning-and-censoring-small-writers-but-allowing-big-publishers

http://www.thepetitionsite.com/takeaction/422/562/116/

**UPDATE**

Finally I managed to get an ebook version on Lulu - available to read on any reader device such as iPad or Kindle.  I don't know how long I'll get to keep it up.  It's also 'pending review' for iBookstore and Nook - but I doubt I'll get past the censors.  Please support me by signing the petitions!  And if you can - grab a copy of the ebook here before it gets taken down again!