Chapter 9
The guards have come to the realization that you enjoy most of the abuse they've been heaping on you. That led them to start searching out more and more depraved ways to torture and use you, in hope of finding your breaking point.
One of them stumbled across the work of Dolcett on the internet and wondered if they could do it to you.
As much as the idea of impaling you on a spit and roasting you alive sounded like fun they decided they have to keep you alive. Too much paperwork if you die. And besides they're having far too much fun torturing you to have it end so soon.
Instead, they decide that they are going to impale you in the spit and roast you but only for half an hour.
There's a company picnic coming up for the 4th of July so it's the perfect time to barbecue you.
The picnic is being held in a clearing in the woods. It's warm and sunny and all the guards are relaxed, drinking, and happy. It would be a wholesome scene except for the naked sissy slut bound to the trees at the edge of the clearing. Standing, spread eagled, wrists and ankles tied to two trees.
The fire pit has been lit. They're just waiting for the fire to burn down and the coals to get hot.
While you're waiting to be "cooked" the warm summer breezes caress your naked, slutty, thicc body. Your nipples have grown hard, and your pathetic little cock is starting to stir too.
As the fire starts to die down your untied and led to the picnic table and told to climb up onto it. On your hands and knees, ass in the air, they start to prepare you for roasting.
Your hair is soaked and tied up. Herbs and onions are shoved into your boipussy. For flavour. An apple is pushed into your mouth. Not so much for flavour but only to make you look a like a roasting piglet.
They make you lay flat on the table and a large, round, stake is laid the length of your body. Ropes soon secure you to it. A wooden Frame is laid across your shoulders and you're soon bound to it as well. Lastly, a thick, long wooden stake is pushed deep into your gaping cunt and attached to the spit.
The entire time they're preparing you the guards talk about you in the 3rd person. They refer to you as "her" sometimes, but usually, "it".
Two burly guards grab each end of the spit and hoist you off the table. It's uncomfortable, but not quite painful. More than anything it's humiliating. You're a piece of meat, yet again, for their amusement. This time quite literally.
The heat hits you immediately when they put the spit in its rack. A small motor is going to rotate you over the fire, just like a fucking animal to be consumed.
It doesn't take long for the heat to start making you dizzy and light headed. It's also turning you on.
The heat licking at your useless cock with each rotation. The guards laughing at you and enjoying the spectacle.
After a few minutes they break out the barbecue sauce and start pouring it all over your limp body. Covering you, head to toe in sticky sweet sauce. A bottle gets shoved up your ass and the sauce pours in to mix with the other ingredients already inside you.
You've lost track of time. You're hoping you don't have to endure too much more. You can feel your cock and balls starting to singe. Your tits are glowing hot. The pain is becoming almost too much to take. Your screams and pleading are muffled by the apple in your mouth. Not that any of them would take pity and offer you relief.
The last thing you remember hearing, before you passed out, is one of them saying "Three more minutes and then we'll take the meat off the fire."
You're awakened by a bucket of cold water being thrown on you. Every inch of your body feels like it's been sunburnt. To make matters worse you're covered in sticky sweet barbecue sauce.
The guards want to get you cleaned up a little before the next stage of the festivities bit there's no hose to spray you down with. Then a brilliant idea emerges.
You're tossed on the ground, still tied to the spit, and the four dogs that have been hanging around are called over. They quickly begin licking the sticky sweet sauce off of you. Their rough tongues dragging across your burnt body is agonizing. Because you're a sick fuck, you like it. You start to moan and wiggle around to give the dogs access to more of you. Especially your pathetic little cock.
A couple of the guards notice what you're doing and start to laugh. They point out to everyone that you're fucking enjoying it. Everyone agrees that you're the most depraved, filthy, amoral, piece of fuck meat they've ever seen. They're excited about it. It means they can do anything to you. No matter how depraved, degrading, disgusting, violent, or taboo.
While they are chatting about what to do next, one of the dogs lifts his leg and starts pissing on you. The hot stream feels scalding on your burnt skin. It splashes across your stomach and chest. Some of it gets up around your neck and you open your mouth, hoping to be able to drink some of it to relieve your incredible thirst.
Everyone has gone silent, watching in amazement. When the second dog starts pissing on your chest you wiggle around to take it in the face. The hot dog piss in your mouth giving you relief from the thirst and a fantastic thrill at being able to be so fucking filthy. It's at that moment that the last 2 dogs start pissing all over your hard, but pathetic, cock. Your moans of pleasure leave the guards, and their wives, laughing and cheering.
Because it's the 4th of July the guards have brought along a bunch of flags, firecrackers and decorations to celebrate the day.
The dogs have licked you clean and lost interest in pissing on you so everyone is looking for a new amusement.
It's time to do some decorating.
You're untied from the spit and another bucket of ice cold water is thrown on your limp body. As you lay there, dazed, aroused, humiliated, you wonder what fucked up thing they could possibly have in mind.
A kick to the ribs gets you on your back. A couple more kicks and you're spread eagle in the grass.
One of the wives has brought a bunch of small flags. The paper ones with a wooden stick. She wants to shove them in your piss hole. The only problem is you've gone limp. It would be much easier if your clit was hard. It only takes her a moment to figure out how to get you hard again. She drops her panties, lifts her dress, squats over your face and starts to piss. It works like a charm. You can't help yourself. You open your slut mouth and drink it all down as quickly as you can. The shame and humiliation does what it was intended to do. Your useless cock is nice and hard again.
With her cunt still firmly pressed to your face she begins sliding the stick of the flag down into your cock. You're so embarrassed and ashamed at how much you're loving this treatment.
She manages to push two more flags into your pisshole. As she hops off your face she tells you to get the fuck up. You're exhausted and hesitant. A quick kick in the head and a slap across the face gets your moving. Your struggle to your feet.
She instructs you to show everyone how patriotic you are and to start waving the flags. Your efforts aren't even close to what she wants and she kicks you in the ass, over and over, making you stumble around, and making your faggot clit wiggle. The laughter from the crowd is so fucking humiliating and you wonder what the fuck is wrong with you that you love it.
That's when someone suggests that they should tun you into a proper flag pole.
Chapter 10

Having grown tired of watching your futile attempts to wave the little flags jammed in your pisshole the wives have decided to turn you into a “proper” flag pole.

A shovel is tossed at your feet and you’re ordered to start digging. They want a hole two feet deep and 3 feet wide. And you had better hurry the fuck up. Your efforts are decent to being but because of all the abuse you’ve endured so far today you start to tire and slow down. A crack of the whip then the sting as it bites into your ass. You dig faster. Another crack and another stripe across your sissy ass. You don’t speed up digging but your clit starts to involuntarily grow. This prompts laughter and ridicule from the guards, and particularly, the women. They can’t believe just how much of a pathetic, pain and abuse craving, sissy slut you really are.

Before too long the hole is complete. She shoves you to your knees at the edge of the hole, facing it. Turning to one of the other wives she says, “Jenn, bring the big flag and pole over here. We’re going to do this up right. Real patriotic.” She shoves you forward, so that you fall into the hole. Because of the size of the hole only your upper body fits. Your ass is in the air, sticking straight up. Completely gaping and exposed.

As she hands over the flagpole Jenn says, “I don’t think it’s going to fit. It’s way to big.” It’s not going to matter if it’s too big or not. One way or another it’s going in your cunt. Lubed, dry. No one cares.

The fat, wooden, flag pole is pushed up against the entrance to your cunt and pressure is slowly applied. It’s starting to work its way in. You do your best to relax and push out, to get the pole in your cunt without too much pain and tearing. It helps, but there is still so much of the huge pole to go.

She starts to lose patience with the progress and starts shoving harder and harder. Your cries for her to please stop are, obviously, ignored and you’re told to shut the fuck up and take it. You’re reminded that you’re only there to entertain them. Your pain doesn’t matter. Besides, she says, your hard clit says you’re enjoying it. She makes you admit you like it. You have to yell, loudly, for everyone to hear, that you like having the flag pole shoved up your ass.

Jenn starts to help. Between the two of them they’re able to force the pole deep into your cunt. Judging by how full you feel, you think there’s about two feet of hard wood up inside you. You’re ashamed of yourself for being proud of how much you can take.

Once it’s firmly in place a flag is attached to pole. It gently unfurls in the breeze. The wind playing with the cloth makes the pole move around in your cunt, pushing it from side to side. It feels like the wind is fucking you.

Your told that you cannot let the flag fall. It’s disrespectful. If it falls you’ll be beaten unconscious.
The group goes back to drinking, snacking and playing games, leaving you there. An object to amuse them.
After about half an hour you notice the dogs are sniffing around you, curious as to why you’re there. Realizing you’re not moving much they conclude you’re not a person and start pissing on you, like they would any tree, bush or shrub. At first they piss on your ass, because the flag pole is a natural place for them to piss. Eventually though they piss on your shoulders, back and face. Because you’re in the hole it’s really convenient for them to piss all over you.
Everyone sees it happening but there’s no way they’re going to stop it. It’s way too funny. Hell, not only are they not going to stop it, they’re going to join in. For the next hour you endure an almost non-stop rain of piss. All over your back and ass, all over the back of your head. In your face. So much in your face. Each time someone pisses in your face you open your mouth and drink in as much as you’re able. You try to be subtle about it so they don’t see you drinking it but eventually you’re caught. It’s decided that if you’re going to do that you might was well be a urinal for them for the rest of the evening. From that point on all of the piss, and theres so much because of all the beer drinking, is aimed at your mouth.
The sun is starting to fade from the sky. The coming darkness signals the next stage of the days festivities. The fireworks display is going to be amazing this year!

Mitt Romney's repeated claim that he played no part in executive decision-making related to Bain after 1999 is false, according to Romney's own testimony in June 2002, in which he admitted to sitting on the board of the Lifelike Co., a doll maker that was a Bain investment during the period.

Romney has consistently insisted that he was too busy organizing the 2002 Winter Olympics to take part in Bain business between 1999 and that event. But in the testimony, which was provided to The Huffington Post, Romney noted that he regularly traveled back to Massachusetts. "[T]here were a number of social trips and business trips that brought me back to Massachusetts, board meetings, Thanksgiving and so forth," he said.

Romney's sworn testimony was given as part of a hearing to determine whether he had sufficient residency status in Massachusetts to run for governor.

Romney testified that he "remained on the board of the Staples Corporation and Marriott International, the Life Like Corporation" at the time.

Yet in the Aug. 12, 2011, federal disclosure form filed as part of his p********ial bid, he said, "Mr. Romney retired from Bain Capital on February 11, 1999 to head the Salt Lake Organizing Committee. Since February 11, 1999, Mr. Romney has not had any active role with any Bain Capital entity and has not been involved in the operations of any Bain Capital entity in any way."

Bain, a private equity firm, held a stake in the Lifelike Co. until the end of 2001, including during the period in which Romney claimed to have no business involvement with Bain entities. Bain had heavily invested in Lifelike, a company that Romney identified personally as an opportunity, in 1996 and sold its shares in late 2001. His involvement with Lifelike contradicts his assertion that he had no involvement with Bain business. His testimony is supported by his 2001 Massachusetts State Ethics Commission filing, in which he lists himself as a member of Lifelike's board.

Romney has long said that he took a leave of absence from Bain because the work of organizing the 2002 Winter Olympics was so grueling, which has allowed him to deny responsibility for Bain activities during 1999 and 2002.


His activities during that period also included Staples board meetings: "I returned for most of those meetings. Others I attended by telephone if I could not return."

Bain was involved with Staples early in its life, taking the company public in 1989. Romney used his Bain position to obtain a seat on the board, which he held into 2002. He regularly cites the jobs that Staples created as reflecting positively on Bain's record.

The Boston Globe on Thursday blew a giant hole in Romney's claim that he left the private equity firm in 1999. The Globe reported that Bain's own filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission suggest that Romney remained deeply tied to the company until sometime in 2002.

Bain described Romney in 2001 SEC filings as the "sole stockholder, chairman of the board, chief executive officer, and p********." Another form stated that he owned 100 percent of the company in 2002 and received a six-figure salary from Bain in 2001 and 2002. His listed title: "Executive."

Earlier reporting on the topic by Talking Points Memo and Mother Jones had already begun to chip away at the Romney narrative.

The Romney campaign is still sticking with its candidate's story.

"The article is not accurate," spokeswoman Andrea Saul said in a statement released to reporters following the Globe story. "As Bain Capital has said, as Governor Romney has said, and as has been confirmed by independent fact checker multiple times, Governor Romney left Bain Capital in February of 1999 to run the Olympics and had no input on investments or management of companies after that point."

Yet Romney's sworn testimony appears to back up the SEC filings and contradict his personal disclosure forms submitted to Massachusetts officials in 2002, in which he said that he retired from Bain on Feb. 11, 1999.

Romney's lawyer at the Massachusetts hearing said that Romney's work in the private sector continued "unabated" while he ran the Olympics: "He succeeded in that three-year period in restoring confidence in the Olympic Games, closing that disastrous deficit and staging one of the most successful Olympic Games ever to occur on U.S. soil. Now while all that was going on, very much in the public eye, what happened to his private and public ties to the Commonwealth of Massachusetts? And the answer is they continued unabated just as they had."

Instead of leaving in 1999, Romney suggested in his testimony that he only left Bain after the Olympics in 2002: �I left on the basis of a leave of absence indicating that I, by virtue of that title, would return at the end of the Olympics to my employment at Bain Capital, but subsequently decided not to do so and entered into a departure agreement with my former partners. I use that in the colloquial sense, not legal sense, but my former partners."

The opening statement delivered by Romney's lawyer in the 2002 hearing said Romney "continued to serve on the board of directors of a significant Massachusetts company and to return here for most of its board meetings."

In a statement released Thursday, Bain defended Romney. "Mitt Romney left Bain Capital in February 1999 to run the Olympics and has had absolutely no involvement with the management or investment activities of the firm or with any of its portfolio companies since the day of his departure," the statement reads. "Due to the sudden nature of Mr. Romney's departure, he remained the sole stockholder for a time while formal ownership was being documented and transferred to the group of partners who took over management of the firm in 1999. Accordingly, Mr. Romney was reported in various capacities on SEC filings during this period."

Sherry and the beach party

Sherry is a 26 year old woman, kind of plain, and chubby. She works at a Dinner, she has not had many dates as most see her and just pass her by. She is one of those that are here but no one pays munch attention to.

So When Jim started to talk to her, and come to her table at the dinner, she was delighted, he had even asked her to movies, and out to dinner, she grew to trust jim. Little did she know that jim had planes for her.

They had not gotten romantic yet other than some petting and kissing, she hoped that they would have sex at some time soon, but it just did not seem to be the right time. She did enjoy when jim played with her breast, making her nipples hard.

The summer stretched on, and near the end of August, jim told her about a beach party that he and his fraternity held each year at the lake. He told her there would be food, drink, some wild partying and a bonfire to finish off the weekend. He thought to himself that she is perfect for there party.

Sherry told jim yes she would love to go, and she had not met any of his fraternity brothers or there girls. She decided to go to the mall and get new outfit for the party. She was hoping that this would be a week end of sex and fun, so she went to Victoria’s secret, and bought matching bra and panties, sexy shorts and a blouse, all saying come get me, she smiled as she looked at them and was dreaming of a fun weekend.

The weekend came and jim picked up Sherry, and let her know she was looking so good in her new outfit, they were getting to the lake for the last day of the gathering, he explained to sherry that every one brought a donation to the bonfire, she assumed his was in the trunk, they drove, for hours, and finely got to the gathering, it was still early, and she enjoyed drink and food, the other girls there commented on her shorts and blouse, Sherry was so pleased, she had never had so munch attention paid to her.

As it got near sunset, the group started to pile bundles around a stake, for the bonfire, all the men and women there built up the pyre, Sherry looked at jim, and asked what was he going to pile on, he looked at her and said You!

It took a moment for it to sink in, then she said, what you mean ME? He told her that he was going to put her on the pyre, and that she was going to be this years offering, he explaned to her that each year they burn a woman as a offering for a good year to come.

Sherry, screamed, but I don’t want to die or be burned! About than, four men, grabed her, and took her to the pyre, as she kicked and struggled, she was taken up, to the top, and her hands clasped into hand cuffs, she was than left to stand, no other bindings. She twisted and turned; looking around, crying, please don’t do this!

The group gathered, at the pyre, Sherry seen two cameras set up, , one was already filming, as it caught her being taken to the pyre. She struggled and begged to be freed, she was sweeting, and having trouble controlling her breathing as she was screamingShe seen Jim, and begged him to not hurt her, she offered all that she had, including herself to not be burned to death. He just smiled and she seen him toss her over night bag, and purse on the pyer, jim saying you wont need this any longer.

She was standing there, watching them light the torches to be used to light the pyre, jim was watching her, as she wet her self, soaking her shorts, and streams of pee running down her legs. He smiled at her fear.

Jim asked her if she was ready to die, she screamed NO! GOD NO !!, with that jim and three others shoved the torches into the pyre, the flames, started to grow fast. as the wood and kindling was all dry

The flames spread around the pyre, and started to rise toward her, she stomped her feet, at the burning bundles, She screamed as the flames were wrapping around her shoes, and lapping at her cafes. Her screams became intense with the unbearable pain. Her begging to be freed was ignored., the fire grew, and was scorching her thighs, she was moving from side to side trying to free her self from the flames, but they are all around her there is no relife. as the skin turned red than blistered her screams become primal. Her shorts had dried and now turned brown and ignited, burning her sex, the sex she had hoped to have was sex with the fire. She banged her head on the post as the flames climbed her body, burning away the shorts and blouse leaving her near nude, her body sweating and seeping fat ,her sweet and fat from her skin was dripping into the flames creating flare ups, her breast now burning, the screaming changes to a mumble than nothing, as her blonde hair erupts as her head falls forward.

The group all thank Jim for the offering, as the fire finishes sherry. Jim turns to the camera men, asks if they got all the shots, both men smiled, as jim told them he already had a buyer for the film, and it would finance the group for the year, Sherry had no idea she had been chosen to be a sacrifice and the main event for a snuff film.

My brother and I were just opportunists and had always been, so when my parents decided they were going out for the evening, we knew there was a chance to do something exciting but there was no way we were going to be able to have a party. We opted to sit at home and watch movies and ordered several before mom and dad left and threw a pizza in the oven. The minute they were out the door, Tommy was all over me with questions.

"Can Mike and Billy come over?" He asked with an adoring look on his face. "I promise we’ll just sit here and watch movies." I did think Mike was quite cute but way too young, of course and honestly they were older than Tommy so I saw no harm in it.

"If you keep your mouth shut about the vodka." I stated in a tone that implied his life would be at stake if he opened his mouth. "And seriously, you guys have to keep it down, too"

"You got it, Sis!" He replied enthusiastically and immediately got on the phone with his buddies. I grabbed myself a glass, popped in some ice cubes and headed for the liqueur cabinet. I poured myself a glass not knowing what it would take to get me drunk. I merely followed the footsteps of my Daddy. While putting the bottle of vodka back I noticed some videos behind the other bottles and carefully pulled one out. It was definitely porn and I chuckled to myself while twirling the box in my hand to try and understand what the movie was about. I studied the girl on the front who had her hand around a huge cock and she was stuffing it into her mouth. There were two other guys behind her and one was about to stick his tool right in her ass. I set the box down and put the vodka back. My hand put the glass to my mouth and I took a sip.

"Ugh!" I shrieked. "How could anyone drink this stuff" I said again to myself and took another sip while pondering the pictures of sex still lingering in my head. I headed for the bathroom and drew myself a nice hot bath, removed my clothes and got in. Moments later I heard the door opening, closing, people talking and gathering food but soon it all settled down and I knew the night would be an easy one. Sip after sip I sat in the tub with the imagery of that stupid movie going through my head and before long I found my hand covering my bald little beaver and soon my fingers were working on the little button. I lay in a meditative state for some time until I heard a knock at the bathroom door.

"What?" I said angrily. Tommy’s voice was soft and he said with some difficulty.

"I need to pee." He pleaded. "Are you going to be long?"

"Probably," I said. "Just come in and pee but don’t be trying to look you perv." Tommy and I had seen each other naked many times. Neither of us were ashamed of our bodies and there really was never any uncomfortable weirdness between us. He slowly entered the bathroom and I heard nothing but silence for quite some time. "I thought you had to pee." I said startling him into quickly trying to explain.

"I’m trying, sorry. I’ll just be a minute." He said in a voice that sounded like he was nearly crying but I could see that he was embarrassed through the chrome of the faucet handle. I moved closer to the mirrored image and saw that my brother was holding onto a throbbing erection and trying to point it at the toilet. I nearly died laughing but knew that if I did, I would be so busted for looking so I sat there watching with my hand over my mouth. He had quite an impressive boner that I had never seen before and I suppose a sister shouldn’t, but I was getting a bit turned on by it. I started to feel a little sorry for him but let him be for the moment and thought maybe a little conversation would help him relax.

"Don’t ever drink vodka." I said to him from behind the shower curtain and then swished a little water around and looked down at my tits. My nipples were harder than I had ever seen them.

"Why?" He asked. "Are you drunk?" I could still see him standing there with his erection in his hand though the image was slightly distorted.

"Close to it, bro!" I said and shook the ice around in the glass and took the last swallow. "This stuff is strong and I got a hell of a buzz." I said with a slight slur that I was faking. I stuck my arm out from behind the shower curtain and teased him. "You need a hand?" I said and laughed holding my hand out. "What’s the matter with you? Cant you pee while I’m in here?"

"It’s not you." He bellowed with frustration. A moment of silence lay upon us and then I felt a slap against my hand but it did not feel like his hand. "I have an issue here." He said worried.

"What the fuck was that?" I said as I angrily slid the curtain back and saw him holding his erection. "Oh no you didn’t!" I said as a warning while I watched him crouch and try to hide himself. He started laughing and shaking his head.

"Oh yes I did." He said between laughs and I began to laugh, too. I slapped him hard on the ass as he was trying to back away. "Ow, dammit!" He cried and grabbed the curtain to roll it back so I couldn’t see him. "What the hell, man, I’m trying to pee!" He said still chuckling. "Nice tits, by the way. For a sister, I guess."

"You asshole!" I screamed and he just laughed louder. "Why do you have a boner, anyway? You perv. Got a thing for your friends downstairs?" I laughed at him.

"We found some porn flick on the dresser in Mom and Dad’s room so we started watching it." He said very frankly but I know that he knew better. Nonetheless I should have never left it out for him to find.

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Now you guys are having a wankfest? You better put that back before Dad finds out you watched it. Is it any good? Are you learning anything?" I asked and laughed.

"Very funny!" Tommy said sarcastically. "I don’t know, I saw a couple of minutes of it and had to pee so I came up here and now I can’t pee so could you please be quiet so I can get this done?" He laughed a little but I’m pretty sure he was serious.

"You don’t need to pee, you need to wack off." I said jokingly but in a serious tone. I sat up and turned sideways in the bathtub, pulled the curtains back again and held my tits in my hands, jiggling them. "Does this help?" I said with a big grin on my face and he turned to me and stared. He grabbed the curtain and flung it back against the wall.

"You are my sister, that’s gross and that doesn’t …..wait…..it’s going down, yes, yes that did help! Sis, you’re a genius! I’ve totally lost my boner. Perfect!" He said from the other side of the curtain but all I heard was silence so I waited a minute.

"You’re lying aren’t you?" I said.

"Yes." He replied. "I hate you. You have awesome tits, dammit. We both laughed and I asked him to hand me a towel which he did promptly. "You getting out?"

"No." I said. "I have an idea and I’m only doing this because I love you." I put the towel over the tub side and placed my tits on the towel. I pulled the curtain up from the floor with my hands and exposed only my tits to Tommy. "There, now jerk off to those puppies." I said holding the bottom of the curtain across my collar bone and waited. I heard a little movement but had no idea what he was really doing. I couldn’t believe it. He was really jerking off to my tits and I could slowly start to hear him slapping away. I started to lift my shower curtain veil to see if I could actually see him masturbating and he was definitely going to town. I kept lifting the veil and figured eventually he would see me trying to look and tell me to cover my face but he never did. I was in awe, no doubt, as I had never experienced such a thing and I just sat there smiling at him and watching him pump his hard cock through his hand.

"Can I do it?" I asked him, only because I was tipsy. I would have never been in this situation if it hadn’t been for that darn vodka.

"What?" He asked. "Are you serious? This is weird as it is." He stopped and put his arms down to his side and he made a strange face. "Sure, I guess. What the hell." He stepped forward slightly pointing his hard shaft at me while I got up on my knees at the edge of the tub. I put my hand slowly around his cock. It wasn’t quite as stiff as it was earlier but it quickly became stiffer as I pulled my hand up to the bottom of his head and squeezed it slightly. By the time I got a really good grip on his staff, it was harder than a rock. I put the curtain behind my head and grabbed the base of his cock with my newly freed hand and put my other hand over the head of his tool. "Spit on your hand." He said to me and I looked up at him in confusion. "I’m serious, spit on your hand and let it slide through."

I gathered up some saliva with my tongue and drew it to my lips, then pushed it all out from between my lips and let it fall to the tip of his big head. I watched as the spit fell onto his helmet and draped down the sides and into the palm of my hand, then I wrapped my hand around his cock and twisted it to get all the juices all over. There was some slick liquid seeping out from the tip of his hole and it seemed to mix with my spit and make it all very slippery. I pushed and pulled his cock in and out of my hand over and over and placed my other hand against his taught stomach. I was just starting to enjoy the feel of his throbbing cock within my fingers and ran my hand across his hip, grabbed his ass cheek and pulled him closer to me, allowing me to push his cock into my cleavage when he started thrusting himself towards me, I grabbed my left breast and pushed it up into his tool while my right hand just kept sliding over his throbbing pipe. I was really getting turned on and looked up at him with a big smile and bit my lower lip. He started shaking and then shouted some explicative when I felt something pelt my upper lip. Startled slightly, I stopped everything I was doing and looked down. Tommy was still pumping his thick cock through my hand and I kept looking around and then saw some thick, white, creamy liquid squirt from the tip of his penis and realized that he was ejaculating.

"Oh, shit Tommy!" I cried and was again rewarded with warm splash of cream on my forehead. I quickly pulled his cock downwards and pointed it at my tits. He quickly snatched his member from my hand and frantically finished himself off, spraying my breasts with his spunk. I watched him breath heavily and stagger backwards, looking at me like I was crazy. "You just sprayed my tits with jizz, don’t look at me like I’m nuts." I said and laughed slightly until he shook his junk at me tossing little droplets into my general direction. I ducked and laughed and threw a washcloth at him. He laughed and pulled his pants up, zippered them and headed out the door. "I laughed again and yelled as he was leaving. "Tell your buddies that your sister is up here and drunk for them to take advantage of."

I lay back into the water and washed the semen off my chest and licked my upper lip wondering what the stuff tasted like. A thick creamy blob pulled off my lip and lay across my tongue. I swished it inside my mouth briefly and was quite surprised at its wonderful texture and sweet taste. I washed my face and lay back realizing that I was out of vodka and didn’t want anymore however I did want to know what was going on downstairs as I heard some laughter and teasing going on so I got up out of the tub and tip toed to the door. I cracked the door open enough to hear what was going on.

"Where ya been?" Cried Billy. "You’re missing everything! This is so awesome! What were you doing, wackin’ off?" Laughter filled the room and all I heard was some mumbling and then Tommy’s voice got quieter.

"My sister is upstairs in the bathtub and she’s drunk, I think." Tommy said. "If you go up there she has the shower curtain open and you can see her tits."

"What? Are you serious?" Billy cried.

" No Way !" Mike whispered.

"I’m serious," said Tommy. "look, one of you go up and act like you need to use the bathroom. If she doesn’t answer, she’s passed out."

I heard the commotion of Mike and Billy arguing over who was going upstairs first and I started getting edgy. I got back into the tub and slid the curtain over just enough to see in, and then I grabbed my eye pack, put it on and lie back. I heard someone creeping up the stairs so I put my elbow on the tub and let my arm fall out into the room. I couldn’t see but I could hear someone slowly open the door. I waited a minute and could feel the presence of someone in the room. It was so hard not to laugh and then I heard the door close completely and the lock engaged. Whoever was in the bathroom had a plan so I waited with my hand unfolded right next to the toilet. Soon, I heard a zipper and then some shuffling and I was cursing the eye pack because I couldn’t see a thing and then something bumped my hand and I quickly moved it unintentionally. Again there was silence but sure as I knew it was going to happen, I felt a warm object on my hand and I slowly closed my hand around it. It was significantly smaller than my brother’s but I started tugging on it anyway.

It didn’t take long for me to figure out someone’s penis was in my hand as it began to grow and before long it was hard as a rock. I drew my hand up to the tip of his little stiffy and twisted my hand around the tip. I had planned on sitting up but before I could even move, his cock started throbbing and I heard a little splatter in the tub. I kept tugging on him and felt the warm liquid working its way down my thumb and then I felt a warm sensation on my nipple. "Bullseye!" I thought to myself and kept my hand clenched around his tool while I was bombarded with little warm droplets everywhere. His ejaculation seemed to go on forever and I thought he would never stop eventually he pulled his little staff from my hand and practically ran out of the bathroom.

I was having way too much fun with this and wondered if Tommy’s other friend was going to make his way up here and if he did, how would I get him to follow through. I rinsed myself off and sat back against the tub and waited but I didn’t hear anyone come up the steps. I sat back against the tub wall and thought of a plan but nothing g came to mind immediately and I heard a little tap at the door.

"Anyone in here?" Mike whispered in a soft tone and began to slowly push the door open. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard the door close and then a quick turn of the lock. I tried to open my eyes just enough to see but only got a vague outline. I let my head fall towards the side of the tub and waited. I heard a zipper and then slight movement but couldn’t really tell what was going on. Soon I heard the shower curtain moving slowly and knew he was checking out my naked body and then I heard his belt and pants hit the floor. I opened one eye and saw him begin to kneel down next to the tub, his cock was half hard and right next to my face. I didn’t want to startle him but staring at his cock which was bigger than my brothers just made me want it in my mouth. I felt him reach out over me and wondered what the hell he was doing and then felt his hand on my breast. Soon the other hand was on my other breast and he was rubbing them gently and getting my nipples erect.

I began to stir in a manner that looked like I was enjoying his touch. He was startled at first but soon realized that he was turning me on. His hands went back to my breasts and I slowly turned sideways in the tub and lay my head back on the edge, arching my back. I grabbed his hand and led it down my stomach into my crotch, hoping he would get the right idea and he certainly did. He came up off his knees slightly, stretching to get at my love nest and I opened my eyes to a view of his erection directly above me. I reached up and grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled t down to my mouth. His fingers were all over my lips and he was thrashing water around going down and up across my clitoris. I stuck my tongue up to reach his cock and started to lick the underneath of his head, bringing it down completely and into my mouth. He pushed it into my mouth and somehow right on down my throat and ten he pulled it out suddenly. I pulled it back down to my mouth but he wouldn’t let me put it back in so I puckered my lips and danced them on the underside of his swollen tool. I quickly grabbed his hands and held them on my clitoris and dug my pelvis into them. A warm flush went through my body and I would not let him move his fingers. He kept them still as wave after wave flushed through me and I had no idea what was happening but if felt great.

A warmth began to flow down my wrist and I opened my eyes. Thick creamy liquid squirted out from between my fingers and I felt him jerk back. I grabbed the head of his cock and tried to lead him to my mouth but he kept backing up. A huge gob of his ejaculate flew from the tip of his cock and I felt it land on the roof of my mouth. He stood up quickly and had a look of astonishment on his face while I was smiling directly at him and he pulled his pants back up as quick as he could flinging the remaining semen onto my neck. Upside down I watched him zip up and practically run out of the bathroom.

I rinsed off again, soaped up, rinsed again, drained the tub and stepped out. Grabbing a towel I wrapped it around myself and headed for bed. I got a great night sleep, too.

I confess it's getting harder for me every time to dispose of the bodies
of pedophiles i lure via this site, I'm simply starting to run out of space!

my backyard is full since some weeks ago i used up the last bit.
So the other day i decided to bury the one who showed up the day before in the woods a couple of miles away (this was a particularly nasty fat fuck so took me a while to get him into my truck, dirty fucker bled all over it). So i finally managed to load it in and drove to the woods in the early evening, it was just starting to get dark.

Anyway a while later while i was digging in the woods by the light of my truck (as now it was getting almost too dark to see) , i heard people with dogs approaching, this freaked me out, so i had to be quick and dump it in a shallow unfinished grave, i quickly covered it up and left.
i don't think they saw me, but judging from the distance i heard them talking, it was a close call.
i didn't expect people to be around at this hour, i thought it might be cops and they were on to me.

I don't know what to do with the next one who's coming over in a couple of days, i'm sure as hell not gonna try dumping it in the woods again, i don't wanna run the risk of getting caught. What if people did saw me last time and cops are now staking out the place? i may be a bit paranoid, but just can't take the risk.

maybe i will try dissolving it with acid or something though i don't have much space and i think it will leave a nasty smell, and i can't have the neighbors be alarmed.

so, do any of you have any ideas on how to get rid of this stuff quickly without people noticing?

OUR IMPERIAL PRES. WHO THINKS HE RULES BY EDICT RATHER THEN THROUGH CONGRESS

Here are a list of Federal laws that although Obama is sworn to uphold the laws of the USA & the Constitution, he has chosen to break &/or not enforce:

-Circumventing Congress to implement the "Dream Act" which was voted down to insure a certain class of illegal alien (Obama says 800,000 people, when actually it's 1.5 Million!) rights bestowed only to American citizens.

-Filing suits against states who try to enforce immigration laws that the Obama Administration has said they refuse enforce (including Az, Al, Ut, S.C.).

-Releasing a statement that the Obama Administration refuses to defend the Federal Defense of Marriage Act.

-Stating in a public memo that he (Obama Administration) will not enforce Federal law on internet gambling.

-In February, Obama granted waivers to states to not follow the Federal "No child Left Behind" Law.

-Obama fraudulently bailed out U.S. auto makers by defrauding shareholders of their ownership stake in the companies (they received NOTHING), and awarding the unions who support him with donations ownership in the bailed-out auto companies.

-Made "recess appointments" to the Federal Government when Congress WAS NOT in recess to avoid Senate confirmation hearings. This directly violates Federal Law and the Constitution. (Source: Lou Dobbs Tonight 6-18-12)

Liberals will immediately miss the point of this post & crow on about how he's the Pres. & he can do what he wants. This is totally ignorant & incorrect as he, like every Pres. before him, takes an oath & is bound to uphold Federal law and the U.S. Constitution. In every case listed above, Obama has shirked his responsibility and his oath, and in some cases broken Federal laws. And now today, Eric Holder of the Obama Justice Dept. will be facing contempt of Congress proceedings for a cover-up and lying to Congress under Oath in the "Fast & Furious" gun running scheme that resulted in the death of U.S. personel and over 200 Mexicans. This administration is coming to an end, either by election in Nov. or by impeachment....either way it can't happen soon enough.

the funny thing about motherless and other anon chan porn img boards is that we're a bunch of weird, fucked up, semi-bigoted and intelligent people--most of whom participate in society in a pretty wide range of functions, including doctors, teachers, lawyers, police officers, former military, to name a few--and here we are all talking about some seriously taboo shit that's so totally strange that people would never have talked about it before the internet without getting like, burned at a stake. it's amazing to me that organizations like naambla even existed before the internet, although i guess with how overtly political sex became in the 1970s, it makes sense.

foucauldian analysis theorizes again and again that all of our relations enforce a patriarchal sexual order that enslaves all of us to a societal panopticon, the watchful entity that keeps you from running red lights when you're at an empty intersection in the dead of night, or from trying to steal even when you could get away with it--and that this matrix of power manipulates the energy of our sexuality towards its own goals.

it's important to understand that foucault isn't proposing a conspiracy, but rather a natural progression of cooperative and conglomerated interests geared, on one end, towards finding out what satisfies us, and on the other end, to use that information to encourage participation in the construction of a society with an overarching goal: in early western civilization's case, which is now the case all over the world, that goal is production, a blind word that on its flip side means profit. whether this is good or bad is besides the point. the concept of profit, like pretty much every concept that comprises the grand concept of human existence, can be used for good or evil purposes.

the point of talking about this matrix of power over our sexuality is that it distorts our sexuality: sex, at its psychological bottom line, is meant to be an exercise in power--thus "the chase," S&M, the "stud," etc--but offset power balances in early and influential relationships also trigger psychological attachments to certain types of power play--take, for instance, the classic serial killer archetype, who often comes from an abusive family or home situation (ie. dahmer and his father, gacey and his father, fish and an orphanage).

so here we are, obviously all fucked up with our strange fetishes that we can't talk about--yet anonymity provides us with the ability to communicate and acknowledge a connection in the formations that have been molded in our psychosexual landcapes. i think what we do here, sharing our stupid stories and talking about who we'd like to take, is a small but important step towards destabilizing a system that feeds on our secret desires and fears.

its the first moment in history (by moment i mean in terms of all history, so like this decade) that we can be so open in our deepest, sickest thoughts-- and i think having such an outlet affects how we act towards other people in real life, too. i know it does for me, i just feel more open about sex and stuff. at least with people i'm close to, anyway.

i think this is all tied in with violence on television and in video games as well--something inside of us wants to see destruction and its not only healthy to express it, its possibly important, because it borders on truths that people aren't conscious enough to have realized yet. underground rock and rap music have been influencing people towards honesty with raw or "shocking" emotions for decades now, and some could argue that the whole history of good art is just a progression of shocks to our consciousness. these ideas and subcultures have undoubtedly influenced the mainstream--but in terms of exploring the reality of our basest instincts, people need to be talking about violent sexuality. it's key to realizing the relationship between power and sexuality that has enslaved men and women to a system of their own creation for centuries.

wow who read all of that? LOL thanks for sticking through it.

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If you don't write the FCC today, tomorrow we could ALL lose what we love about the Internet!

http://campaigns.dailykos.com/p/dia/action3/common/public/?action_KEY=1035

"here at Daily Kos we almost never send any single email out to every single one of our supporters, but today we are—because this is important to the existence of Daily Kos and there is a deadline fast approaching.

The future of the internet—including Daily Kos—is at stake. The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) is considering passing a rule that would carve out a fast lane on the internet for wealthy corporations which could afford to buy priority access to have their websites load quicker.

By creating this fast lane for corporations, all of the other independent, grassroots, and start-up websites like Daily Kos would be stuck on the remaining slow lane. The internet would be severed—stuck with slower speeds on some website which can’t afford to pay, where a level playing field for start-ups couldn’t exist, and where democratic discourse would be suppressed.

We cannot let Big Telecom, Big Cable, and their lobbyists in DC, who influence the FCC, ruin the internet. You can help stop this. Please write and send a personal comment to the FCC today. You don’t have to be an expert on net neutrality to know this is about corporate greed and influence which could change every facet of the way you use the internet.

It would be an entirely different internet than what we’ve always known. One where your cable company or internet service provider would be able to favor some websites and data over others and diminish your ability to choose your own content. For example, Fox News could strike a deal to become the priority news provider of big cable and load on the fast lane, while independent media, like Daily Kos, would be reduced to a second tier internet with crawling speeds—we’d lose the largest liberal blog in the country at a time when we are needed most.

The Internet, since its inception, operates in a neutral state as a level playing field. A place where all content and data are passed along from website to user equally, allowing you, the user, to control your experience, with no interference from your internet service provider. This is net neutrality.

The FCC is considering breaking the way the internet operates and creating two internet experiences at the behest of Big Cable so they can extract more profit.

If the FCC passes this rule it would create this two-tiered internet. Instead, we need to pressure the FCC to change their rule before they vote on it. To protect the internet we know, one with net neutrality, we need the FCC to write the rules using legal authority they already have—Title II authority of the Telecommunications act—which would treat the internet like the public utility it is and prevent Big Cable from creating two internets.

Please, write and send a comment to the FCC—the deadline is September 15—urging them to reject the fast lane approach and to protect an open internet with net neutrality by treating the internet like a public utility under the law. You don’t have to be an expert on the topic to write an email—be honest and tell them why the internet is important to you—if you are a student, an internet activist, a writer, a reader, or any type of internet user, you have a voice. And, now is when we need you to use it—time is running out.

Keep fighting,
Rachel Colyer
Campaign Director, Daily Kos

Children are not allowed on an 18+ website period. These are children you are enjoying sexually which makes you sick. Dont think the big guys aren't watching and capturing every ip address on here and watching them. I smiled for many pictures too because if I didn't then I would get a gun put to my head with the threat of it being fired. If those kids knew what some sick dudes were doing to their pictures they would not only laugh at both you and your little penis but would tell a real adult. This is illegal and on this site, which is trying to be like xhamster, YouPorn, etc. and claims to be legal, there should be absolutely no children under the age of 18 on this site. Yeah I know the sick ones are going to target me now too and try to convince me that no one gets harmed. These kids do what the adults tell them to...period. If you were abused as a child and claim to have liked the experience and would have eagerly chosen getting fucked by daddy and his little dick or playing with their friends. You seriously need help dudes. And what about all the copyright infringement laws being broken as well? Stikcam video's are meant for their site only and not to be copied and uploaded as porn. Each person whom has uploaded anything with sites mentioned has committed copyright infringement. I and others like me are contacting every person with identifiable information and letting them know their video's which they did not give the person the right to copy or distribute has placed them on this site. This site has way too many illegal pics and vids on here. Moderate it properly by preapproving both members and vids/pics and you won't have this problem anymore. I own many social sites and have no problem with pervs even though all my sites are for 19+. Yeah call me what you will but the bottom line is you are a man or what you think passes for a man and you get off on children because you have no control in your own life and you need to control something...a child. Oh and saying it never harms anyone if you are just viewing them online and not doing anything to kids offline shows just how sick you are. If you are not sick why not have a chat with your local police department to see what they think about your little habit? what would your mother and father think? What about your kids? There's more at stake than you and your little dick getting off. Get over yourself. Get some councelling and leave the babies alone.

Your Awakening .....Some of you need it. Hope this helps.

A time comes in your life when you finally get�when, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out�ENOUGH1 Enough fighting and crying and blaming and struggling to hold on. Then, like a child quieting down after a tantrum, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes.

This is your awakening.

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You realize that in the real world there aren�t always fairy tale endings, and that any guarantee of �happily ever after� must begin with you�and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.

You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are�and that�s OK. They are entitled to their own views and opinions.

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You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. You begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for.

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You learn that you don�t know everything, it�s not you job to save the world and that you can�t teach a pig to sing. You learn the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry and that martyrs get burned at the stake.

Then you learn about love. You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You learn that alone does not mean lonely.

You stop trying to control people, situations and outcomes. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.

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You learn that your body really is your temple. You begin to care for it and treat it with respect. You begin to eat a balanced diet, drinking more water, and take more time to exercise.

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You lean that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.

You learn to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about: a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.

Then, you begin to take responsibility for yourself by yourself and you make yourself a promise to never betray yourself and to never, ever settle for less than you heart�s desire.

You make it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility.

You hang a wind chime outside your window so you can listen to the wind.

Finally, with courage in you heart, you take a stand, you take a deep breath, and you begin to design the life you want to live as best as you can.