"Stories / Pleasure Obligations « on: May 25, 2016, 08:01:30"
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Stories / Pleasure Obligations
« on: May 25, 2016, 08:01:30 pm »
This vignette demonstrates that there are minorities in every kind of culture, even fantasy ones.  It contains nudity, menage sex, and throat cutting.  350 words/3 paragraphs


As a slave, one doesn’t question instructions.  I am here in the Believer’s village.  They won’t tell us why, but they assure of we will all be killed.  The mood on the bus is jovial for 50 girls going to their death.  We are all older slaves and have all wondered if we were too defective for death.   Out here, they don’t believe in the Submission/Death/Hedonism Pillars our culture is built on. We are there so that the men and women here can fulfill their Hedonism obligations without having sex inside their closed community.  I am a Believer but I never struggled with it.  God says to submit to authority, so I do.

So we are all there to act as concubines and then be killed.   We have an hour before the facility opens.  We all disrobe and bathe.  The room is set up in a lovely way, a huge sunken rotunda with rails around the outside.  The pillows strewn  about tell us that we will fuck there.  There is a station above the rails for our deaths afterwards..   

They are not thrilled or excited to be there.  Men, women, couples.  In a very real way they feel like they are betraying God, by obeying the law.  It starts slowly, so I sit and wait.  They are a  young couple.  She is seven months pregnant.  Not knowing how to proceed, I begin undressing the mother.  When I kiss her she lets herself go. I lay her down and service her with my mouth, her cooing music to me.  He enters me from behind and  fucks me stridently.  I am coming, well used, the greatest pleasure a slave can know.  We go on until we are all sated, then sit awkwardly. She rises and takes my hand, leading me to the death station.  There is a chute my body will drop down.  ‘She was a good slave’ the pregnant lady says sweetly as she hands me off.  A small smile curls my lips as the blade opens up my throat and I drop down the dark hole.