So if you are under 18, a right wing republican christian or anyone else who is offended by nudity, vulgarity and/or a wanton disrespect for societal norms, consider yourself warned and leave. Oh and might I add, "If thine eyes offend thee, PLUCK THEM OUT". Just don't complain!

~The more defects a man may have, the older he is, the less lovable, the more resounding his success.~
Marquis de Sade

"Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on. Ladies, an announcement: I am up for it, all the time. That is not a boast or an opinion, it is bone hard medical fact. I put it round you know. And you will watch me putting it round and sigh for it. Don't. It is a deal of trouble for you and you are better off watching and drawing your conclusions from a distance than you would be if I got my tarse up your petticoats. Gentlemen. Do not despair, I am up for that as well. And the same warning applies. Still your cheesy erections till I have had my say. But later when you shag - and later you will shag, I shall expect it of you and I will know if you have let me down - I wish you to shag with my homuncular image rattling in your gonads. Feel how it was for me, how it is for me and ponder. 'Was that shudder the same shudder he sensed? Did he know something more profound? Or is there some wall of wretchedness that we all batter with our heads at that shining, livelong moment. That is it. That is my prologue, nothing in rhyme, no protestations of modesty, you were not expecting that I hope. " from The Libertine and the bottom of Nic's dark soul.

There is in every madman a misunderstood genius whose idea, shining in his head, frightened people, and for whom delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him.
~Antonin Artaud

I hurt myself see if i still feel......I focus on the pain......the only thing thats real......The needle tears a hole.....the old familiar sting........try to kill it all away..........but I remember everything........what have I become, my sweetest friend .........everyone i know, goes away in the end.......and you could have it all, my empire of dirt........I will let you down..........I will make you hurt..........I wear this crown of thorns.....upon my liars chair......full of broken thoughts.........I cannot repair..........beneath the stains of time........the feelings are someone else..........I am still right here.........What have I become, my sweetest friend..........everyone I know, goes away in the end...........and you could have it all, my empire of dirt..........I will let you down............I will make you hurt...........if I could start again, a million miles away..........I will keep myself..........I would find a way.......NINE INCH NAILS

Friday, November 24, 2006
Cumalot or Knights in Tarnished Armor

Legend has it that before the Saxons ruled Briton there was a King named Arthur. Arthur’s father had been Uther Pendragon; a man with a noble mind and heart until he encountered the Lady of the Lake. She handed him the enchanted sword “Sexcalibur” and he began ruling with an iron fist and a hedonistic mind. Uther had a court wizard named Merlin; who cast a spell that allowed him to change his appearance at will. Uther used it to spice up his sex life by pretending to be different people as he and his Queen role played, but then he saw another use for this power. He had seen Igraine, the wife of a Lord from Cornwall and wanted to fuck her. It wasn’t about love; he wasn’t interested in getting involved, just getting into her royal cunt. He saw his opportunity while a war raged between the lords of the land and took advantage of a battle he was having with the Lord from Cornwall. First he had Merlyn summon fog and then he rode into his rival’s castle as if he were a husband coming home from work.

Once inside he wasted no time. The Lady Igraine saw her husband and as he shed his armor commented on his new codpiece (a middle-aged cock protector), “My God it makes you look like you’ve got a horse’s cock in there”. She wasn’t far off; for aside from the ability to change his appearance at will, Uther had demanded that his cock be increased in length and girth.

“My dear you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Now shed your garments and get in bed; I have a ravenous appetite that only your succulent cunt will satisfy. Lady Igraine had been playing with her royal dildo prior to the King’s entry, so was more than happy to oblige him. She laid back, spread her creamy white thighs and opened her very wet pussy. His mammoth cock parted her lips and started its descent. She winced as it went in and for the first eight inches was able to stifle any cries, but by the tenth inch found herself screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me you great stallion” , and he did. He fucked her and came as a horse would, sending huge amounts of cum into her already full cunt. He repeated this throughout the night until she passed out in a puddle of his seed.

While this was going on, Igraine’s daughter (Morgana La Fay) was hiding and observing. The girl was barely eight, but was a voyeur from birth; the problem was, Uther’s spell did not work on her. She was a naturally born witch and what she saw was Uther’s less than average cock fucking her mother. She was really pissed as she watched her mother be taken and vowed revenge on all men. Unfortunately, her mother was impregnated by Uther at about the same time her father died. Nine months later Arthur was born and sent away to live with a knight named Ector as his ward.

To make an incredibly long story short; Uther came to the end of his life and buried Sexcalibur in a rock. An inscription on the rock read “He whoever removes Sexcalibur, shall be King, and have an incredible sex life”. Many Kings and knights tried and failed, but one day Arthur (who was called “Wart” by his brother, because of a condition he developed while masturbating) tried and was able to free the sword by saturating the crack with Pagan Lube (a gel for all cracks). The knights protested, but in the end decided they could accept it now and kill him later. The boy who would be king was sent off to be tutored by Merlyn. Merlyn knew the boy’s fate before it occurred and had hoped that his father’s hedonism and the curse of Sexcalibur could be tempered and used for some good, but there was only so much a Wizard could do.

Merlyn’s teachings were not done in the classroom, but rather out in nature. The boy was made to experience life as different animals and insects; in doing so he would learn a lesson from them. From the ants he learned how to work with others and be part of a society, from lions he learned bravery, from eagles he learned to see beyond what others could see and from horses he learned how to mount and fuck. It was that last class that he really enjoyed. He mounted and fucked every mare he could get his hooves up on until one day a young maiden came out to his stall. She was a beautiful blonde peasant (the daughter of the stable master and she had been watching him for some time. On this occasion she led him out of the stall and into a distant pasture. Once there, she began currying his mane and back. The curry tool felt good, almost like long fingernails digging into his back. He turned his head to look at her and saw that the heat had made her linen gown cling to the sweat on her body. As he watched, she looked around to make sure she was alone and then removed the sweaty garment. He became aroused when he realized she was about his human age and beautiful. His human lust was stimulating his equine cock and the maiden soon became aware of the dangling member. “Oh my, I can understand why the mares get such satisfaction. I’ll bet you really know how to please a filly; don’t you big guy” Arthur/Wart/horse responded with a loud neigh and then put his muzzle directly into the maiden’s crotch and licked her with his long, thick tongue.

The girl did not move away, but instead parted her legs and allowed him to continue. It didn’t take long before his tongue brought on an orgasm. Her arousal was complete and she reached beneath him to find him even more eager to be fondled. She knelt down and wrapped her hands around his cock and began to stroke it; peeling back the foreskin she revealed the pink member beneath. She could feel it swelling and knew that he too would cum soon. She knew that his cock would ruin her for any man if she fucked him, but she knew she could suck on the head without anyone knowing. She brought the head into her mouth and stroked his cock until his cum almost gagged her. In many ways he had done, what Uther had only dreamt of.

The girl led him to a stream where she washed his cum from her mouth, chin, breasts and anywhere else it had come to rest and then mounted him. She hugged him, praised him and when she was done, put her gown back on and led him back to the stall. This experience happened daily and on a couple of occasions she even put the head of his cock to her pussy (though not in it) and felt the hot stream as it was forced inside her sweet pink cunt. Merlyn came to the stall one night a transformed Wart, back into a young man.
“Well, what did the future king learn by being a horse?” he asked.

“I learned there’s more to life than sugar and carrots and more to lick than a salt block. Oh yeah, and what bare back really means.”

He had no sooner given his response when the maiden showed up. She looked at the boy and smiled and then turned to Merlyn. “Is it my time now” she said. The wizard nodded and passed his staff in front of her. Within a heartbeat she was transformed into a beautiful palomino filly. Wart was awe struck, the beautiful maiden was a horse and when she turned and lifted her tail he could see her cunt open and close. He was aroused, but knew he would have a difficult time if he tried mounting her. Merlyn just stood back and observed as the filly and the boy communicated in some strange way. Finally Wart balled his hand into a fist and pushed at the horse’s wet cunt. She opened to it and he went in up to his elbow. He fisted her until he could feel her cum rush up his arm. She turned and nodded her head.

Merlyn said, “Wart, you learned more than you thought, and are truly a great horseman. BTW she got pregnant the last time your cock pushed your cum up her human pussy, your going to be a father, stud. The wizard chuckled and said, “Arthur, for now you are a man and King; it’s time to assume your throne.” He moved into Uther’s castle, but wasn’t real happy. He also had to contend with fiefdoms battling each other and it seemed like he wasn’t the King of a country, but rather a puzzle whose pieces didn’t want to fit together.

He consulted with the wizard and was told to use his ant brain. “Ah work together, and work the worker ants to death.” He decided to build a great castle and create a union of knights. They would meet at a round table so there would be no head of the table and all would meet as equals. It also served as a great poker table on casino night. The knights came from all over Britton, Burgandy and Normandy. Sir Gawain, Sir Percivale, Sir Galahad, Sir Kay (Arthur’s wicked half brother), Sir Ector (his father) and the most famous knight Sir Lancelot du Lac (known throughout his country as Sir Lunge-a-lot the Lucky, for his conquests amongst maidens) were among the greats summoned to create the Round Table. The King had determined that this Knights Order should have some rules of honor so he first wrote: To never do outrage nor murder, Always to flee treason To by no means be cruel but to give mercy unto him who asks for mercy (unless there’s a possibility he’s lying/ a judgment call), To always do ladies, gentlewomen and widows succor (unfortunately many of the knights thought he said sucker), To never force ladies, gentlewomen or widows (but if given freely that’s another story), Not to take up battles in wrongful quarrels for love or worldly goods(coveting thy neighbors castle). By adhering to these rules the age of chivalry was created (by authors centuries later).

The knights always brought their families to the newly built Castle Camelot, when they went on a quest and they were almost always on a quest. Arthur decided that he would give them a major quest, “Go forth and bring back the Holy Grail, that cup that Christ drank from at the Last Supper. This is a major quest and you might die or be captured, but if successful you will be Numero Uno in the Christian world and reap the rewards that go with it, but more than likely you will die. Don’t worry about your wives and families, they will be hosted here.” The knights were charged up and eager to go, but the idea of leaving horny wives home with a horny King didn’t sit well. The knights agreed to go if Arthur married and he agreed. He summoned Merlyn and told him that he required a queen; he wondered if the Palomino mare was available and was told that she had their foal a year before and had not bred since. “Her name is Guinevere and I will have her brought to you, if you promise not to break her spirit” Arthur agreed.

In the mean time Queen Igraine’s daughter Morgana La Fay, had grown into a beautiful sorceress with a very big chip on her shoulder. Arthur her half brother had become King while she had watched her mother raped by his father, then watched her father die and her mother and castle fall into ruin. Morgana decided to cause Arthur a bit of pain and she knew he couldn’t say “No” to a freshly shaved pussy freely given. She seduced her brother one night after a feast. She fed him wine laced with a potion called a “Viagra cocktail” Arthur watched as Morgana slowly stripped. She was gorgeous even without potions and he would have fucked her without the cocktail, but now he felt the stallion in him begin to stir and he wanted to mount her as he had Guinevere. Her cunt was opening and closing just as the mare’s had and as she positioned herself in front of him he mounted her and drove his cock deep inside. She wanted to cause him pain, but the size of his cock was giving her cause to scream.

He fucked his sister for four hours, until her cunt was raw and the cocktail wore off and though she knew he wasn’t in pain then, she also knew that the child he had given her would be his greatest sorrow. Morgana had enjoyed her brother’s cock, even if it had been meant as a punishment and debated whether to stick around to enjoy more of it during her pregnancy. There was no doubt in her mind that he had his father’s libido and (sister or not) would jump at the opportunity to fuck her until she gave birth, while sucking the milk from her full breasts. She was aroused at the thought of the incestuous affair, but was also afraid she might let her cunt rule her wicked mind and never destroy him. Morgana instead returned to Cornwall to raise the child in the most wicked way that she could so that he would hate and one day destroy his father.

Guinevere arrived in May as the young woman he had known and everyone was celebrating the arrival of spring buds and flowers. It was a Pagan festival all about fertility and every knight wanted to play with his “Maypole” in hopes of siring a son. Guinevere and Arthur went out to a pasture and frolicked amongst clover until his equine nature pushed her to the ground allowing him to mount her human on human. It was not quite the same as it was when he was a horse and she a maiden, nor when he fisted her as a man while she was a horse; still both were glad to be together and believed they could adjust to each others human condition (even if it meant using devices).

When May ended the Knights were sent out on a quest to find the Holy Grail. They believed it was still in Jerusalem and near the Holy Sepulcher; the problem was the city was held by the Muslims. It was going to be a very long ride and the Knights knew they might not be back, so each in turn said good-bye to their wife, fucking her for one last time. Once the Knight came, he locked a chastity device around his wife’s waist and over her freshly fucked pussy. The wives were not very happy.

Sir Lancelot watched as the other Knights embraced and fondled their wives while saying good-bye and became excited. Soon his cock became jammed in his suit of armor and he let out a painful scream. The King and other Knights responded to his cry, making him feel embarrassed, so he lied about the cause, instead saying he had injured his back. It wasn’t a life threatening injury, but one that would have him home for 6 months and since it was June, Arthur decided Lancelot would not be able to travel until the following summer. The entire court believed Lancelot was pure of heart; a knight whose honor was intact as was his virginity, but in truth he was a voyeur and was waiting for the right opportunity. Arthur had no idea and so felt safe having him serve the Queen as her protector.

The other Knights were much less pure and found a loophole in their vows. The vows read, “To always do ladies, gentlewomen and widows succor (which they discovered meant “rescue”, To never force ladies, gentlewomen or widows (which meant sexually)”, but there was no prevision for “the farmer’s daughters”. These were not ladies, nor gentlewomen, nor in most cases widows; they were common and unclean, so forcing them was beyond the rule of chivalry. Many a good night was spent rolling in the hay with a young, plump farm girl or peasant’s daughter. The Knights would lay them or bend them at will to satisfy their lust. Firm round breasts of young women filled their hands and mouths as they sucked and fucked their way to the “Holy Land”.

Meanwhile back in Camelot, Lancelot and Arthur were the only two men at court. The Ladies of the court were getting bored and becoming what could only be called “desperate Knights wives”. They spent much of their mornings watching Lancelot work out or practice sword fighting with the king. The two men would remove their shirts and attack each other with broadswords as the sweat glistened on their bodies; while the Ladies filled the parapets and windows of the castle with their eyes fixed on the men’s muscles and codpieces more than the battle. It was as if every woman and older daughter in the castle was in heat and all were circling the King and his Knight like vultures ready to feed. They had been locked in chastity belts when their husbands left, but the court blacksmith was a man easily bribed and soon he had made a skeleton key that unlocked each belt, thus freeing the lusty cunts.

Lady Anne was the first to approach Lance; he and her husband (Sir Littlecock) were not the best of fiends; in fact they often fought, because Lance liked to taunt him about his name and its origins. Lady Anne had always remained silent, though she knew and lamented about her husband’s name and its origin. It was a hot summer morning and she had spent the night trying to satisfy her hungry little pussy, but couldn’t; it was then that she decided to find out if Sir Lunge-a-lot could live up to his reputation. She approached Lance after his morning workout with the King; while the sweat was still running down his chest. “It must be hard wielding that sword; I can only imagine how much your body aches. If you would allow me, I would massage your muscles as I do for my husband, after such a workout. It would be my attempt to support our troops, since I can not do so on the battle field.” Lance considered the proposition and instructed Lady Anne to come to his room after all the others had retired.
It was well after 11 when Lady Anne made her way to Lancelot’s quarters. In one corner the Knight’s armor stood; polished and ready to be worn should a battle require it. His sword was sheathed and next to his large bed. His daily garments (including his codpiece) were draped over the arm of an oversized chair. The room was lit by several candles as Lancelot sat meditating. He was trying to focus on pure thoughts, but his impure thoughts were making it difficult and his cock was not helping as it throbbed inside his nightgown. This was the situation when Lady Anne knocked at his door.

When she stepped in she noticed the bulge under the gown, but pretended it wasn’t there. “Sir Lancelot, thank you for allowing me this opportunity. I have brought oils made of herbs to sooth your mind and body as I work them into your tired muscles.” Lancelot had one muscle that was neither tired nor sore, but which communicated a hunger to be used; just as his sword would. Lady Anne was in her sleeping gown and explained that the oils might stain the fabric, so she requested permission to remove it. She knew the Knights credo, and said, “I know you can be trusted not to take advantage of me as I massage you, because it would violate your code.” Lance just sat and watched as the beautiful young woman removed the gown in the candle light and wished that he had as much confidence in himself as she did.

Lancelot turned away as his cock began to swell even more. He laid on his bed face down, trying to hide the monster that dwelled between his thighs. “Lady Anne, I am a Knight in King Arthur’s court as is your husband, but more than that I am a man. Your presence is a greater challenge to my honor than any man ever made. I will say countless Rosaries as you ply your oils to my flesh; with God’s help I will do better than Adam did with Eve’s temptation.” He lowered the gown so that it exposed his back, but covered his hips. Lady Anne stood in the candlelight; her breasts were firm and her nipples were erect. Lancelot was in much better condition than her husband and much younger; his shoulders and back were muscular and tapered down to a much smaller waist. She could only imagine what his ass must look like under the gown and prayed that she would be bold enough to go beyond the gown’s border to expose it. As she poured the oil on his back, she could hear his muffled voice in the pillow, “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name: Thy kingdom come: Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread: and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation: but deliver us from evil. Amen. Hail Mary, full of grace; the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.”

“There really is no mood killer like a man saying the Rosary, while you are massaging his body”, she thought, “but I am like my husband on a quest and though not noble, it is my desire to continue on; even in the face of adversity” She reached out and rubbed the oil over his back and then dug her fingers into his shoulders. She found that trying to massage the Knight while standing at the bedside was uncomfortable and so decided the best way to approach his back was by straddling his hips. “Excuse me Sir Lancelot, but I must reposition myself to properly massage your upper body.” The Knight was on his fifth Rosary prayer and wasn’t really paying attention when he said OK, so it came as a bit of a shock when the young woman’s naked body came to rest on his hips.

The Knight’s attempt at to say the Rosary faster, caused him even more grief, what had begun as “Our Father” took an abrupt turn at “Thy kingdom cum” all he could think is “This is heaven; her husband being a good Christian will forgive my trespasses; You didn’t lead me into temptation and there is no way this can be evil; it feels too good. As for his hail Mary’s, he didn’t even try all he could think is “women, fruit in womb, womb is pussy, fruit in pussy; Holy shit I’m sinning because I’m thinking about it, so I might as well do it and hope her husband doesn’t kill me” Lady Anne was rocking back and forth on his back; her unshaven pussy glistened with her wetness and the sweat that ran down from her breasts and pooled at the small of his back. His cock was becoming uncomfortable beneath him, so he asked if she would get up so he could roll over in the bed. She had wanted this; at last the mystery part would be revealed.

When he turned over, his cock caused the gown to tent over his mid section. Lady Anne again mounted him, but this time it was lower beneath his fleshy cock. She played innocent as she started oiling his chest and rocking against his cock. The Knight reached down to rescue his member, but Lady Anne was quicker and reached under the gown, “what have we here, a hidden weapon?” she asked, She held onto her prize as she pulled the gown up over the protruding member. “My God Sir, this is a weapon and it should be sheathed” Before he could utter a syllable, she brought the erect organ into her open cunt.

Lancelot surrendered for the first time in his life. He had made every attempt (though half hearted) to ask for God’s help. “This must be God’s will” he concluded, as he began to roll is hips under his captor. Lady Anne held onto his shoulders, her breasts just inches from his mouth; he held onto her hips as he thrust his cock deeper into her. He raised his head so that he could suck one of her rosy red nipples into his mouth and suckled it as he had his mother’s tit. Lady Anne’s moans and screams became louder, echoing throughout the castles walls. Arthur heard the screams and concluded it was a cry for help, but before he could reach Lancelot’s quarters; the Knight rolled the woman onto her back and put his hand over her mouth. He thrust harder and harder causing the lady more pleasure than she had ever known as she came repeatedly. It seemed as if there was no end to the Knight’s cum as he filled her repeatedly until she felt as if her pussy could take no more.

She took the Knight’s hand and pulled it from her mouth. “Please Sir, my pussy is full” she pleaded. “But I would welcome it if you paid the same attention to my ass” she said and smiled. The Knight remembered his vow “Not to force” and drew his cock out. He raised his body just enough to roll his panting partner onto her stomach. He then drew some of their cum from her cunt and brought it to her tight asshole. “Fuck me Sir, until you are sated” she said as she opened her ass and allowed him in. He rode her as she requested for what seemed like an eternity; until exhausted and drained he rolled off of her tired body onto his wet bed.

“You must say nothing of this” he pleaded, fearing his expulsion from the Order of the Round Table.

“I will say nothing to the King, but I will share the experience with those Ladies who seek what I sought when I came to you and on you.” She replied. My sisters are as hungry as I am, since their Lords have left; they truly are desperate Knight’s wives”

Arthur and Guinevere tried desperately to keep the flame of their love alive, but it was only when Arthur transformed into a horse that Guinevere really experienced total satisfaction. Arthur wanted to use his hands and tongue which was hard to do as a horse. He even tried a strap-on horse cock, but while she found it satisfying; he became even more frustrated. He wanted to talk to someone, so he turned to Sir Lancelot who first listened and then confessed his own problem (trying to keep every other Lady in court happy). Arthur was stunned, but since the Ladies were not forced and required rescuing from their horny state; it seemed as though no rule of chivalry had been broke. Arthur absolved Lancelot from his guilt and the two devised a plan that would solve both of their problems.

Merlyn placed upon both men the same spell that he had placed on Uther; allowing them to assume other identities. Arthur would become Lancelot at night and both he and Lancelot would make the rounds of the women’s quarters and satisfy their sexual appetites. It wasn’t until the women began comparing stories that their secret found out. The women had there own plan and Lady Anne was to convey an invitation to Lancelot to join her in the dungeon, while one of the others would invite the faux Lancelot. When Lancelot arrived, Lady Anne took him too a chamber; when Arthur arrived, Lady Anne brought out Lancelot and the other women joined them.

Arthur’s mind went back to a time when he was learning while living as a bull elk. In that state, he would satisfy a heard of cows, because there was no rivalry. He saw no difference in this situation; these ladies were not looking for love, just for satisfaction. The dungeon offered up a number of possibilities and soon the two men were having nightly orgies that involved bondage, whipping, and sexual deviance that even included Arthur becoming a horse. It was during these play sessions that a number of the Court’s Ladies became pregnant and Guinevere became suspicious about the number of these immaculate conceptions.

Morgana in the mean time had given birth to Mordrid, who would in a sense be his son and half brother since he was his half sister’s brother. Mordrid was raised to be the heir to Arthur’s crown since Guinevere could only conceive as a horse. He was his mother’s son and was raised to hate his father and the code of chivalry.

The Knights began to return to the castle that the villagers now called Cumalot almost 20 years after the quest had begun. The ladies (even the pregnant ones) put their chastity belts back in place as their husbands neared the palace. The Knights were not happy to find that there chaste wives had conceived and in some cases more than once. Very few bought into the Immaculate Conception tale and since there were only two men in the castle they were suspect immediately.

Arthur and Lancelot denied everything, suggesting that the wives of the Knights might have fallen under an evil spell. The Knights were not buying this lie either. They had spent 20 yrs looking for the cup that had held the wine that Christ drank at the Last Supper; only to come home to older women with children that bore no resemblance to their father or at least their mother’s husbands.

It was at this time that Guinevere decided that Camelot was not the green pasture she had sought as a filly. She decided to live her life out as a brood mare that would be serviced by some of the country’s greatest studs. Unfortunately Morgana was not going to allow that. She cast a spell on Mordrid that allowed him to shape shift just as Arthur had. Mordrid entered Guinevere’s room as Arthur and took the Queen to her bed. He bound her hand and foot, gagged her and tore her clothes from her body. Arthur had never taken her in such a rough manner. Mordrid bit and clawed at her body as he massaged her G-spot with his finger. Soon there were two fingers in her and then three, but Mordrid was intent on having his fist enter her human cunt. As it pushed past her lips she tried to cry out, but the gag muffled the sound. She closed her eyes and imagined his horses cock in her, she could see it swell as he continued fisting her until she came with the force of a mare. When Mordrid removed his fist, he unleashed a flood of female cum; it was then that he removed his codpiece and allowed the horses cock he had inherited from his father to rise and penetrate her throbbing pussy. She felt that old familiar feeling, she had always felt when Arthur took her as a horse and came again just as Mordrid did.

It was at that exact moment that Arthur entered the room. He saw his brother/son fucking his wife and saw his wife cumming all over his swollen cock. He grabbed Mordrid and pulled him off of his Queen, but not before his enchanted seed had been firmly planted in her fertile cunt. Arthur did not kill Mordrid because he was his brother/son, but banished him to his mother’s realm. The Knights felt no sympathy for the men who had defiled their wives, nor the women who had been eager to be defiled. They left Camelot and joined Mordrid as he mounted an attack on the castle.

Arthur, Lancelot, Merlyn, Guinevere, and the Ladies of the court (with their bastard children) were left to defend the castle, but all seemed hopeless. It was then that Merlyn offered them their one escape. He would cast a spell over the lot of them, transforming them all into horses and as a herd of horses they would escape through the gates into the woods, but the spell would not be reversible. Their choices were to perish in the castle, or to live their lives out as horses. Arthur and Guinevere were happiest when they were horses, so their choice was simple. Merlyn transformed them as the others watched. Once they were again horses; Arthur mounted Guinevere in front of the others. The women watched as his 3 foot cock pierced her cunt and immediately saw the advantage of being a mare. Lancelot too saw an advantage, so he too chose the transformation. Merlyn was aware that the fall of the King all began with Lancelot’s inability to keep his cock in his armor; it was for that reason that he transformed Lancelot into a jackass instead of a beautiful stallion.

The castle was taken, but only after the horses and one jackass had escaped. Merlyn used a cloak of invisibility to leave, but only after casting a spell that would have the castle vanish. He took Sexcalibur and walked away just as the castle and its occupants vanished. He walked deep into the woods to that lake and place where the Lady of the Lake had first offered Uther the sword “Sexcalibur”. She rose to the surface and Merlyn told her what had transpired since she had given it to Uther. The Lady was not happy, “Fucking men and their toys, when will they learn to keep them in their sheaths. Oh well, in a thousand years no one will remember the real story anyway” Merlyn stood looking at the naked young woman and just nodded his head. He used his magic to transform himself into a Merman and as the Lady of the Lake began to descend, he took her with the cock of a fully grown Sperm Whale and they were never seen again.

Posted at 07:32 pm by BondageMaster

November 25, 2006   03:36 AM PST
great story. if I could be one of these characters, I would be Merlyn.


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Having written here for over three years, I realized that I wanted this to be the home of My impure thoughts and deeds; I decided to create another home for the menusha that comes to mind. I created Alt-Thinkining for those who have an interest in my political and social side and who might be appauled or offended by My more carnal thoughts (I love My carnal thoughts ).

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I am a dominant man. I am just that. I am not dominant because of any superiority on my part. Not because I feel I am more intelligent,or wiser. I do not dominate because of the strength or mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet to you, I am Master.

I am your Master only after earning your trust and and embracing your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access to your soul, and I accept the responsibility and honor.

You are a woman. You are not weak and inferior because of it. You are a treasure to be cherished. We are not equal. I have the strength of body and mind, and the instinctive need to protect, possess, defend, and provide for you. You are a woman and instinctively stronger of will and heart. Your belief in me gives me courage and direction. Your strength disperses my doubt. Your needs and desires encourage and give purpose to my efforts.

We are not equal. We are halves of a whole. We compliment each other and make each other complete. My desire to dominate you is instinctive. It is not to degrade you nor is it degrading to you because you are secure in being totally feminine. We recognize and accept our worth, and our need for someone to trust and fulfill our needs.

You are sure, strong and proud in your womanhood. You do not submit as acceptance of inferiority, but from strength and passion. You expect a man to stand strong and be a man. You desire and flourish in the strength and control of a man. In return you present the control of your body, unqualified trust and honesty and the faithfulness of your heart.

You submit because I have earned your trust. Because I have opened my heart and soul to you. Because I have listened to your words with my ears and heart and have learned to anticipate your needs and emotions. And because I have proven worthy in your eyes, you have given me the only true treasure of life; You have given me dominance over you.

What you give is not abnormal, but pure, natural and the rarest gift a woman can give a man. You have given me complete and unshakable assurance of your commitment to me. Your submissiveness is a magnificent gift and sacred responsibility. I accept this from you with humility and joy. I understand the rarity and purity of this gift. I recognize it is your body and soul, your heart and mind.

I dominate only because you have allowed me too and when I see you kneel before me, in my mind and heart, you are raised above all other women, and all the treasures on the earth. What you give freely cannot in reality be bought.

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And From a Submissive Woman

I find pleasure, joy, and fulfillment from being submissive to another in a loving relationship. I am not weak, or stupid. I am a strong woman, with firm views and a clear concept of what I want out of my life. I do not serve out of shame or weakness, but out of pride and strength. I look to my loving Master for guidance and protection, for never am I more complete than when he is with me. I know that he will protect my body, my mind, and my soul with his strength and wisdom.

He is everything to me, as I am everything to him. His touch awakens me and his thoughts free me. Only in serving him do I find complete freedom and joy. His punishments are harsh, but I accept them thankfully, knowing that he has my best interests always foremost in his mind. If he desires my body for pleasure, I shall joyfully give it to him, and take pleasure myself from knowing that I have brought him happiness. However, the pleasure of the flesh is but one facet of any relationship. The love, the trust and sharing, the words spoken and felt, those are all parts of this relationship.

My body is his, and if he says I am beautiful, then I am. No matter what I look like to others, I am beautiful in his eyes, and because of that I hold my head high... .. for who can tell me that my Master is wrong in seeing the beauty in me? If he says I am his princess, then I am that...regal and graceful. And if I see laughter at me in the eyes of others, I do not recognize it, for who are they to call my Master wrong?

If he says I am his toy, his slut, his tramp, then I am wanton and dirty as he wants me to be, and if others do not see this, then it is they who are blind, not my Master. My mind is his, to expand, to explore, to know as only he can. I have no secrets from him...for secrets are a thing that would keep me from being more perfectly his. Secrets would put a wall up between my Master and myself...and I do not want walls.

His lessons are not always ones I would seek on my own, but they are lessons he has decided I need, and so I learn from him. My soul is his, as bare to his touch as ever my skin could be when I kneel naked at his feet. Never a moment goes by when I do not feel his presence, be he miles away or standing over me.

I spend my days knowing that the energy and thought he puts into our relationship is as much for my benefit as for his, and look forward to each lovingly crafted scene that we do together.

His part is much harder than mine, and I know this and am grateful that he cares enough about me to spend his time and energy so freely on me. I have the easier job: to feel, to experience, to let myself go and abandon everything to him. I am his pleasure and his responsibility, and he takes both seriously. I am a submissive woman. I am proud to call myself that. My submission is a gift that I do not give lightly, and can only be given to one who can appreciate that gift and return it tenfold.

Only to he who has that strength will I give myself fully, because I am strong and proud.

I am a submissive woman.

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Things I Had To Hide
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Long Stories


Shaking the Family Tree Chapter I
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter II
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter III
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter IV
Shaking the Family Tree Chapter V
Shaking the Family Tree -The Music Lover

Conjuring Adonis I
Conjuring Adonis II
Conjuring Adonis III
Conjuring Adonis IV

Dream Lover I
Dream Lover II
Dream Lover III

Vlad's Lesson Plan
Vlad's Next Semester
Vlad's Final Lesson
Vlad's Beginning
Vlad's Resurrection Part 1
Vlad's Resurrection Part II

The Libertine of Libby Part 1
The Libertine of Libby Part 2
The Libertine of Libby Part 3
The Libertine of Libby Part 4
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 1
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 2
The Tawdry Tale of Tommy Two Tongues Part 3
The Libertine of Libby Part 5
The Libertine of Libby Part 6
The Libertine of Libby Part 7
The Libertine of Libby Part 8
The Libertine of Libby Part 9
The Libertine of Libby Part 10 (Last Chapter)

j's Seduction
j's Objectification
Recreating j
Educating j

The Photo Shoot Part 1
The Photo Shoot Part 2

Electra's Story Part 1
Electra's Story Part 2

Sunday's Child Part 1

Short Stories
(For those seeking immediate gratification)

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The Book
De Sade, the Orgy and the Trial
I Cum In Peace
Biting My Way Into The New Year
Her Master's Test
Off White, Six Defective Doms and One Pathetic Troll
Going Postal
The New Year's Party

Nocturnal Events
Nocturnal Emissions
Love's Garden
Patty On A Leash/Re-written
To Confess or Not To confess
Binding of Kay
Raising Bella Donna
One Last Good-bye
Spare the Rod, Spoil the Sub
Stella In The Stacks
Red Rain
Breakfast With A Twist
Mon Couer's Papillon (My Heart's Butterfly)
When Daddy's Girl is Bad
The Sitter, The Voyeur and Graduation Day
Please Don't Hurt Me
Cumalot or Knights In Tarnished Armor
Her Halloween Date
His Voice
Life's Little Ironies
The Gift
My Slut ester
Playing With Toyosi
The Slave Auction
#9 - A Detective Story

Ramblings and Observations
(For those who want a piece of My mind)

Puppy Love
Cunniliguis As A Religious Rite
Players, Pretenders and Abusers
Edgeplay and the Knife
My Youth
BDSM Website Security
On Missing Play
Beads a Semi-Fictional Account
Playing With Toyosi or How To Torture A Scammer
Hospital Stories

Photo Interpretations
(As I See It)
La Image'
La Image' II
The Shower
My Toy
Daddy's Girl
Chocolate and Roses
Special Delivery
Waiting II
Edge Play
This Flesh
Not Watching
Tango 2
Inside of You
Mentally bound
His Flower
Her Grief

Poetry of a sort
(very little rhymes)

Faded Words on Yellowing Paper
I Was
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Ladies of the Night

Bedtime Stories
My Love Fable
Pond of Sorrow and Tears
The Journey

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Polyfetishist Directory
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Mostly Appropriate
Shadow Of A Soul
Liz Vicious Fan Site
La Libertine's Salon
T of Reknin Day
Siren's Song
The Ties That Bind
Mistress Matisse's Journal
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