I have to confess that I love age play and make my wife shave for me before I will fuck her pretending all the time she is a sweet young piece of fuck meat. I so enjoy chatting on IM about using younger girls and turning them into cum guzzling little daddies sluts, but in reality I hate kids all kids. I think we have ruined at least the last two generations worth of the little bastards by molly coddling them and telling them how special they are. I wish you all would stop breeding the little shits if your not going to raise them to fear and respect adults. employ corporal punishment and use it liberally. Kids should be seen and not heard in public settings! You do your offspring a disservice by not letting them know from the start that in the real world no one and I mean no one gives a rats ass about your little bastard but you!

Well just had to get that off my chest.

In the neon-drenched streets of Neo-Tokyo, a tale of desire, captivity, and cybernetic intrigue unfolds. The year is 2077, and the world is a bleak landscape of corporate-controlled cities, where the line between human and machine is blurred. This is a story of Sarah, a young woman caught in a dark web of passion and power.

Chapter 1: Abduction

The rain-soaked streets of the Red Light District glistened under the neon lights, casting an eerie glow on the shadowy figures that lurked in the alleys. Jake, a seasoned private eye, navigated these streets with a sense of cautious familiarity. He had been hired to find Sarah, the girlfriend of a wealthy businessman, who had mysteriously disappeared.

Jake's investigation led him to a seedy nightclub called "Neo-Eden." The bouncer, a cybernetic brute with mechanical arms, granted him entry after a subtle exchange of credits. Inside, the club pulsed with synthetic music and the hum of cybernetic enhancements.

Across the room, Jake spotted Sarah. She was dressed in a revealing outfit, her once innocent eyes now smoldered with a mix of fear and desire. She was dancing sensually, clearly under some sort of influence, her movements alluring and hypnotic.

As Jake made his way towards her, a burly man with a scarred face and cybernetic implants stepped into his path. "This one is reserved, mate. Back off." Jake recognized the type: a enforcer for one of the syndicates that ran the underground sex trade.

A tense standoff ensued, but Jake's hand hovered over his concealed pistol, a custom-made smart-gun with neural links. "I'm taking her with me," he stated calmly.

The enforcer smirked. "Over my dead body."

In an instant, the club erupted into chaos. Jake's gun sang an electric melody as he fired, the neural links allowing him to target with deadly precision. The enforcer fell, his cybernetic enhancements failing him in the face of Jake's advanced weaponry.

Grabbing Sarah's hand, Jake pulled her through the club, dodging a hail of bullets and the panicked crowd. They burst out into the rainy alleyway, the neon lights reflecting off the puddles like distorted dreams.

Gasping for breath, Sarah turned to Jake, her eyes wide. "Thank you... but how did you find me?"

Jake's expression softened as he helped her into his hovercar. "Your boyfriend hired me. He never gave up hope."

As the car sped through the neon-dripping streets, Sarah shivered, her body still buzzing from the drugs that had been pumped into her system. "What did they do to me...?"

Chapter 2: Captivity

In a sleek, chrome-plated chamber, Sarah found herself imprisoned. The room was sparse, with cold metal walls and a single observation window. She felt the weight of unseen eyes watching her every move. Her body still ached from the rough treatment she had endured since her abduction.

A synthetic voice echoed through the chamber. "Subject Sarah, your training begins now. You will learn to obey and please."

Sarah's captors were experts in the art of breaking down their captives, both physically and mentally. They subjected her to a regimen of sexual conditioning, using a combination of drugs, cybernetic implants, and behavioral modification. Her willpower was slowly eroded, replaced by a burning desire to please her masters.

Day by day, Sarah's resistance faded. The implants in her body, designed to heighten pleasure and induce compliance, ensured that any attempt to defy her captors resulted in overwhelming sensations that left her begging for more. She became a slave to her own desires, her body responding involuntarily to their commands.

The observers behind the one-way mirror studied her every reaction, taking meticulous notes. They were scientists, engineers, and psychologists, refining their techniques to create the perfect pleasure slave. To them, Sarah was a specimen, a test subject for their twisted experiments.

As the days turned into weeks, Sarah's identity began to fracture. Her memories of her previous life faded, replaced by a singular focus: to serve and satisfy. The implants in her body and mind ensured that any thoughts of escape or rebellion were swiftly punished by a flood of painful stimuli.

Chapter 3: The Syndicate

The syndicate behind Sarah's abduction was known as "The Lotus Network," a powerful organization that operated in the shadows of Neo-Tokyo. They specialized in providing exotic pleasures to the city's elite, and Sarah was intended to be their crown jewel.

At the heart of the syndicate was a mysterious figure known only as "Mother Lotus." She was a master manipulator, a former psychologist who had embraced the potential of cybernetics and mind control. Mother Lotus orchestrated the transformation of captives like Sarah, molding them into obedient servants.

Mother Lotus observed Sarah's progress with a critical eye. "Her transformation is impressive. She has become a true hedonist, a slave to her desires. But we must ensure her loyalty remains unwavering."

To solidify Sarah's loyalty, Mother Lotus employed a combination of rewards and punishments. When Sarah pleased her captors, she was granted moments of exquisite pleasure, the likes of which she had never known before. But any act of defiance resulted in cruel deprivation, leaving her yearning for the release only they could provide.

Over time, Sarah's identity as a captive sex slave became entrenched. She was paraded before potential clients, her beauty and skills on full display. The syndicate profited immensely from her, and she became a sought-after commodity in the underground world of Neo-Tokyo.

Chapter 4: Escape

Months passed, and Sarah's hope of rescue faded. The drugs and implants had taken their toll, but a small spark of defiance remained deep within her. It was this spark that caught the attention of an underground resistance group known as the "Neo-Liberators."

The Neo-Liberators were a rogue collective of hackers and freedom fighters, dedicated to dismantling the syndicates that controlled Neo-Tokyo. They had been monitoring the activities of The Lotus Network, and Sarah's plight had become a symbol of the city's oppression.

One of the Neo-Liberators, a young hacker named Lex, managed to infiltrate the syndicate's systems. He discovered Sarah's true identity and the horrific experiments she had endured. Determined to free her, Lex devised a daring plan.

Lex manipulated the syndicate's systems, creating a momentary lapse in Sarah's security. During a routine transfer between chambers, Sarah found herself unguarded for the first time since her capture. It was her chance, and she took it.

Sarah fled through the sterile corridors, her heart pounding. The implants in her body screamed for release, but she pushed through the pain, driven by her desire for freedom. She reached an air vent and squeezed herself inside, scraping her skin on the metal grates.

The vent led her to the sewers below the city, a dark and putrid world untouched by neon lights. She stumbled through the filth, her once pristine body now bruised and battered. Finally, she emerged into an abandoned warehouse, collapsing from exhaustion.

Chapter 5: Redemption

The Neo-Liberators found Sarah and took her to their hidden base, a fortified safe haven in the heart of the city. There, she met other survivors of the sex slave trade, each with their own tales of horror and resilience.

Under the guidance of the Neo-Liberators, Sarah began the long and painful process of recovery. They helped her remove the implants, purging the syndicate's control over her body and mind. It was a traumatic journey, but with each step, Sarah reclaimed a piece of her former self.

As Sarah healed, her anger toward her captors grew. She learned of the many lives destroyed by The Lotus Network and the corruption that ran deep within Neo-Tokyo's elite. She realized that her freedom was tied to the downfall of the syndicates.

Together with the Neo-Liberators, Sarah became a force for change. She used her unique insights to infiltrate and sabotage the syndicate's operations. Her beauty and skills became weapons, turning clients against the syndicates and spreading dissent from within.

One by one, the syndicates fell, their leaders exposed and brought to justice. Mother Lotus, the architect of Sarah's captivity, was unmasked and put on trial. The city of Neo-Tokyo underwent a revolution, as the truth about the sex slave trade came to light.

In the aftermath, Sarah stood tall, a symbol of resilience and redemption. Her story inspired others to rise up against the oppressive forces that had controlled their lives. Neo-Tokyo began to heal, and a new era of freedom and cybernetic empowerment emerged.

As the city rebuilt, Sarah looked towards the future. Her experiences had left her forever changed, but she embraced the strength that came from surviving the unthinkable. With the Neo-Liberators by her side, she continued to fight for a world where no one would suffer the fate she had endured.

And so, in the neon-lit streets of Neo-Tokyo, a new legend was born. A tale of a captive turned liberator, a woman who rose from the depths of despair to shine a light in the darkest corners of the city. Sarah's story became a beacon, a reminder that even in a world of cybernetic enhancements and corporate control, the human spirit could never be truly enslaved.

PLEASE GIVE ALL MY HOLES SUM CORPORAL PUNISHMENT.

Saw this on another website and thought it would be of interest here.

Twitter and Facebook aside, groups of young blacks who violently harass whites and Asians (�flash mobs�) are hardly new. In the 1960s this was called �wilding,� and for over a decade New York City subways (and probably much public transportation elsewhere) became almost unusable thanks to black teenagers who moved from car to car terrorizing hapless white riders.

Nevertheless, today�s flash mobs (for a listing of attacks, see http://violentflashmobs.com/) are disturbing beyond the immediate violence. In the context of contemporary race relations, this growing epidemic of anti-white mayhem was not supposed to happen. Blacks attacking whites because they are white represents an abrogation of a decades-long treaty between whites and blacks. Not a treaty in the formal sense, but an �understanding� that might as well be a legal contract. Let me explain.

The 1960s saw widespread black violence, much of it explicitly anti-white. This ranged from week-long urban riots to individual blacks killing or raping whites opportunistically. Many victims were chosen only because of race. The government�s response was both enhanced policing and, of the utmost relevance, today�s racial spoils system: affirmative action, set asides, massive anti-poverty spending, Justice Department decrees to help blacks get elected, dumbed down civil service standards, easy home mortgages and sundry other �help blacks� programs. You can also add race-driven political correctness: banning �offensive� words (e.g., colored), exaggerating the role of blacks in American history, glowing media portrayals, downplaying black-on-white violent crime, and everything else designed to massage black egos. And for good measure, add hate crime laws, speech codes, and draconian punishment for those who spoke the truth on race. This is the price white America now pays for public safety.

The Treaty�s aim was to stop the underclass from running wild by creating a black middle class who would, it was assumed, keep a lid on things out of economic self-interest. A newly appointed affirmative-action $125,000-a-year black school principal might not boost test scores but he would not encourage pupils to seek economic justice �by any means necessary.� Better to have potential rabble-rousers toiling as corporate vice-p********s for diversity than stirring up the brothers.

Endless failed policies have not undermined the Treaty. In education, for example, Head Start and school meals funding is still growing despite disappointing outcomes. Armies of support staff now fill largely black schools even though academic performance remains unchanged. Clearly, this lavishness can be understood only as a pay-off to sustain racial peace.

The Treaty is sacrosanct across the ideological spectrum, and even admitting its existence is verboten. Nobody dare ask, for example, if all the affirmative action hires or government set-a-sides that guarantee domestic tranquility actually yield economic benefits. No struggling black university student worries that flunking out will endanger affirmative action; a dreadful drop-out rate will only bring more government largess.

Since the 1960s, with scant exceptions, this pay-off has been amazingly successful. Once common �race war� rhetoric (burn baby burn, the fire next time etc.) has virtually vanished. Urban riots have gone from once a week to once a decade. Black militancy has largely reverted to its pre-1960s form of litigation and legislative demands. White mayors no longer walk the streets to keep the peace during the �long hot summer� or plead for Washington money so they can hire community-activist firebrands. Yes, black crime persists, black-run cities like Newark and Detroit sink into Third-World depravity, and whites are sometimes the victims of black crime, but 1960s style anti-white mayhem (and revolutionary oratory) has, at least until very recently, almost vanished.

The key question is whether these flash mobs are the first inklings of a soon-to-be broken Treaty (recall how the �Arab Spring� began with a single, seemingly innocuous incident). It is not inconceivable that America could return to 1960s-style racial upheaval. It is this possibility, not the criminality per se, that makes proliferating flash mobs especially frightening. Aggressive policing in response could prompt a vintage urban riot, and rioting is often contagious. Fiscal cutbacks might end millions of government �make work� jobs for blacks, and many of the slots blacks used to fill are now taken by Hispanic immigrants. Our former $125,000-a-year principal will no longer have an incentive to keep the peace.

Keep in mind that no black under the age of 40 remembers the pre-Treaty days, a world without the lucrative spoils system and ego-enhancing PC. For them, all the keep-the-peace benefits bestowed by a white-dominated government are normal, a justly deserved arrangement with no expiration date.

Can anything be done if matters begin reverting to pre-Treaty days? Probably not much beyond more aggressive policing, a risky tactic that might exacerbate violence. The Treaty cannot be amended to provide even more benefits for blacks. Pressuring American firms to hire more unqualified African Americans or upping the penalties for alleged racial discrimination will just push businesses to North Dakota or Asia. It is hard to imagine America becoming even more PC on race. Admitting more unqualified blacks to colleges would just boost the drop-out rate. And forget about more generous welfare at a time when cities and states already have budget shortfalls. If anything, the tide seems to be turning to renegotiate the Treaty to cut benefits for blacks. State bans on racial preferences�never legislated by elected representatives but forced on them by voters�are a good example of how ordinary people are thinking.

In short, the Treaty may be expiring but the spoils system�even if the benefits are a little leaner�is probably forever.

Mr. Kay is a retired academic finally free to speak his mind.

(Posted on August 5, 2011)