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

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

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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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Fit for fucking.

There are many moralists no doubt reading me and passing false judgements.  Those common accusations against 'concupiscence' where those of us who choose life and choose to enjoy life without allowing our Will to be subverted by the resentment of them...  Those dreadful and too often false labellings and denigrations against those of us who have no fear of sex, drugs and rock n' roll - to encourage us to feel a sense of shame, with the perfunctory concomitant guilt.  And on what grounds are we to be ashamed?  On the perception that we are somehow degenerate - weaker, lazier, less intelligent, imprudent, disorganised, disoriented and confused with ourselves (for all our Hedonism is but a manifestation of some 'inner tumult', of a profound grief and discordant and confounded sense of identity)...

But I pass my assurances - that debauchery and Sodom, Hedonism - has nothing to do with weakness - quite the opposite.  Respectively, I must place the resentful, the petty moralists constantly in panic and on security alert, in the same category as the degenerate, slothful and imebcilic.  For they simply lack the strength and sheer razor sharp Will to even find out what it is they desire, define that desire, and put it into a Praxis that will yield results.  Such results sometimes being identified as 'pleasure' - but for those of us with far vision and genuinely prudent spirits over more than one dimension - is merely a yield, a percentage, to be reinvested into our Will for the next game of Sodom...  Am I understood?  Or are those who are imbecilic and perhaps unquestionably moralised perplexed by the geometric formulation of words and mathematical rigour of argument?  A framework of knowledge indifferent to... 'philosophy'...

My good friends - I stand before you as the most severe and disciplined of men!  How else am I to have the reserves to fuck, debauch, drink, binge and vomit as I do?  How can I orgy and dance wildly?  How can I fight and conquer?  How can I even have the intellectual capacity to ruminate, be creative, meditate on some complex issues and think my way out of the soporific morality of mass man...  If I were not fit, strong, and disciplined with the severity of a Buddhist Sage and a Special Forces soldier?  I assure you - I am.

If you want to see the stars in deep space - you must do without sleep.  And you must crouch your body for long periods in awkward stances, beneath the telescope eyepiece - sometimes in the freezing cold.  If you want to fuck and fuck again, and again, you must be fit - trust me...  And you must be capable of defending your territory in Sacred Holy War, when the moralist plague comes once again - and they are always on the horizon if not at the front door.  If you wish to drink much wine and be steady the morning following - you must be fit indeed, just as you need strength to trek deep into mountains and forests - often in hostile weather - just to be alone for a time, to meditate - or to orgy in peace far away from the looking glass sheeple.

So you see brethren...  There is the greatest strength and the most severe test upon an individuals 'morals', ethics, resolve and even on the capacity to love and remain caring - in Sodom.  Sodom is the ultimate challenge - and the ultimate test of ones honesty, honour, fidelity, capacity to remain focused and forward thinking - and to be fearless before the beautiful.

The last phrase "fearless before the beautiful" may confuse some - but this is my key point here.  It is easy to say "I fear the ugly" and justify it - although in Sodom that is challenged with the greatest ease.  But put many meek moralists before 1000 beautiful naked Fuckers - and I assure you the beautiful bodies and the sweet music of 1000 orgasms will terrify them.

Too many people fear beauty - and for that they remain unfit!  Unfit to indulge in life - unfit even to think about it.  Physically and psychologically unfit!  Spiritually pathological!