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Last night, I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I lookedin the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table, to see if thereis any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems a dreamof a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happenedin the past weeks, I am not surprised.

Chapter 1: The Marriage

It started a few weeks ago ? at least it was a few weeks for me. History itselfhas stretched itself thin in that time so that I must commence my tale hundredsof years ago. I had just turned 17. My father was the Earl of the DairmaidClan and thought it propitious to seek greater political security via my marriage.I did not resent my father, whom I loved and trusted implicitly, since thehusband he had chosen for me was a fine young man, most striking in appearance,and highly agreeable in nature.

We were married a week after my birthday. As was the custom, I moved to hiscastle on the night of my marriage. In those days a wife was little more thanher husband's property. If she refuses, he is quite within his rights to forcehimself upon her with all the righteous violence he deems appropriate. I waswarned of my duty by my mother that morning and knew what that night's fatewould be. In the bedchamber, with hands shaking, I fumbled with my laces andslowly undressed in front of him. Finally, so tentatively, I stepped out ofthe last of my undergarments. For a fleeting moment I looked up at his eyes.There was a strange glinting desire within them as his gaze soaked up the smoothsoft skin around my breasts, my flat stomach, the space between my thighs.I waited, breathing heavily, terrified. Nothing happened. I thought I mustbe doing something wrong. Remembering myself, and the advice of the morning,I lay on the bed, my hands above me holding the wood of the headboard, my legscrudely apart. I closed my eyes, hoping the pain would be bearable. A minutewent by in silence. Eventually it was broken by his words, spoken meekly, almostin shame. He knelt next to me on the bed and softly said,

?Mary, God has melted our two souls divinely together. And as my wife I honourand respect you above all others. I can see the fear in your eyes and feelsaddened that you should assume I can be that cruel, so routed in ways rejectedmany years past. I swear on this clan, on everything I hold sacred, that Iwill never willingly hurt you. You must believe me. Do you believe me??

I nodded with a wide, grateful smile, and kissed him on the cheek. He beganever so tenderly to stroke my naked body from head to foot. On one level thesensations were pleasing to a mild degree. However, the core of my being feltsomehow neutral, detached. He noticed this too, suggested patience. But 15minutes later there was little progress and I was still a maiden. Kindly, hetold me we would try again the next night. I insisted he take me how he liked,that I was not a real wife otherwise, but he would not hear of it. He toldme it would be as if he were violating the virgin Mary herself!

Seven nights in a row he tried to please me, but each time I felt the meresthint of pleasure from my body, but my mind was dead to his touch. Always, therewas the kind acceptance of my lack of readiness, the gentle request for patience,and the hint of resentment. I felt deeply angry with myself for letting mydear husband down. I began to wonder if there was anything amiss inside me.Was I defective in some way?

Chapter 2: The Book

As time went on, a gnawing emptiness grew within me ? a feeling I couldn'texplain. I needed to escape for a while, to think about all that had happened.I exclaimed to dear William that I missed my family and he let me ride aloneto their estate.

A few days into my stay I happened to frequent the library. The library'scollection was far too numerous for me to read in a lifetime. In fact, I suspectedthat there was more than a thousand ancient texts in there that my father hadnot even perused. Filled with a tired melancholy I took to browsing a dustyshelf in the corner. As if it somehow called to me, my fingers found a strangetomb without a title on the spine. It was caked in dust, but when I wiped thisoff, still there was no title. When I opened it, the first page simply read, ?Thebook of desires and dreams.? Beside this on the right was a cunningly thinbinding, entitled, ?The book of desires? while in the middle of the book, almostdeceitfully hidden, was a further cover, called ?The book of dreams?. I turnedto the very front of the tomb again. There were indeed no words, but a faintpicture was there. I could have sworn it was blank before. I looked more closelyat the picture, wiping away the last of the dust. I almost dropped the bookin fright. It was ? I couldn't believe it! In my father's castle? It was obscene,blasphemous, hideous. And yet, I couldn't take my eyes off it. There was abeautiful woman on the cover in remarkable detail. Her clothes were hangingin tatters so that not one inch of her modesty remained. She was bound tightlyin chains, her arms painfully locked behind her. She was standing, but forcedforwards. Behind her was? was? I could hardly bear to look. Behind her wasthis monstrous figure. It was black and red, some creature obviously from thedepths of hell. It looked like a black horse, but had three heads, each withthe devil's horns. One head had large fangs that were biting and twisting atthe maiden's shoulder. The second was laughing insanely at her embarrassinglack of cover. And the last head seemed to be revelling in power and control,as it grasped in its teeth the chains around her wrist, pulling her mightilytowards it, pulling her inward. She was impaled on his massive member. Butdespite the strangely perfect detail of her face, I couldn't quite ascertainwhether she was in absolute torment or within the throws of ecstacy. Therewere tears of dejection, but there was also a smile of delight.

That night, I examined the book more closely. All the pages of The Book ofDesires were blank ? except the first. It read, ?Through the exploration ofdesires comes self-knowledge. Explore your desires inside me, set forth thegreatest of fires inside your soul, and learn.? Beside these words, was a pictureof a quill beginning to write. The message was clear, but I was afraid evento think of a desire. Surely I had stumbled across a trinket of Satan. I turnedto the start of the second book, the book of dreams, which had these words: ?Onceyou've explored your deepest desires, they will strip away artifice from yourbeing. Your dreams will be pure and their meaning in here will liberate youfrom ignorance of your nature.? Within the book at regular intervals and inorder, were the letters of the alphabet, but between them nothing.

I slept that night in a state of near panic, and at dawn the following dayI rode back to my husband. Although my first inclination was to destroy thisstrange book, something compelled me to stow it with me as I travelled. A singlethought saved the book: I had no idea who I really was.

As I rode, my mind drifted. For the first time in my life, I began to questioncertain details. There was a spark of desire, a hint of life that was my own,not my parents or my heritage or my culture. When I had expected my husbandto take me by force, there was a ripple of excitement amidst the fear. Butit dissipated with his gentility and had not returned until? until I saw theshocking cover of that book. What was happening to me? How could I even thinksuch disgusting thoughts? I put them out of my mind.

A few days later, William tried again with me. I didn't know quite how tobroach the subject, but asked him to try to be forceful, manly, brutal - forme not for him. I couldn't explain why, and he didn't understand. Instead heappeared shocked, and told me that he was a true Christian and could never,not even for a moment, contemplate such barbarity. He left quickly, and I felthorribly embarrassed, as I lay there alone.

Tentatively, I picked up the tomb that I had stashed under my pillow and openedto the first fresh page. Everyone around me was so devout, so pure, so fullof warmth and care, but it caused me to feel stifled. I daren't write suchthings though. It was so un-Christian of me that I felt my cheeks burn withguilt. But no one was in my room and if I kept the book very secret? I pickedup the quill ever so carefully, thought for a moment, and with a reticent pleasurethat I used to feel when performing mischief as a young child, I wrote: ?Iwish to live in less innocent times.?

Chapter3: The Release of the Marquis

Before the ink had a chance to dry, I felt ever so dizzy and the room becameblurred and mis-shapen. A moment later I found myself bound to the ceilingby my wrists in a dungeon. My feet, tied wide, were stretching me to the floor.All my limbs were about to dislocate ? or at least that was how it felt. Whatdark magic was this? Was I dreaming? What had happened to me? Had the devilvia that horrid book stolen me to Hell? Indeed, I blurted out automatically, ?AmI in Hell?? to which a middle-aged man beside me replied,

?Bien sur, mademoiselle.?

It was a foreign tongue, but strangely I understood the words as if they weremy own. He continued, eyeing me up and down with a leer that made me uncomfortable,

?Why else would they have let me out the Bastille!?

?Who are you? What am I doing ? ?

?Ah yes, in my haste to bind you to my quaint lair, I have been most rude.Let me formally introduce myself: I am the Marquis de Sade, recently liberatedby the revolution.?

Somehow, without any experience, knowledge of these times came to me. Theyear was 1789. A powerful and bloody revolution had overturned France and rattledthe whole of the civilised world. A new, liberal animal was being born. Prostitutesof every description covered the streets like a carpet, bearing their breasts,enticing men into their beds, allowing their customers to take them in everyhole, even whip them, as long as they paid. And I was one particularly young,new member of this popular profession. Such revelations calmed me slightly,but the knowledge of who exactly the Marquis was more than countered this,making me quiver against the ropes.

?You really do have a fabulous bosom, my dear - not at all the weathered,sagging tits of the usual whores around here. And your believable look of innocencecauses the blood to surge into my cock. Now, as is my chief pleasure, I amgoing to hurt you repeatedly, intensely for hours. Then, when I can bear thepleasure on my cock no longer, I will give you a special treat by cutting youdown and fucking you in the arse till the blood gushes from that sweet hole.?

?Please sir, please let me go? I begged him as I continued to shudder withabject terror. He laughed at this.

?Don't you realise your pleas will only make my cock harder? But I'm in agenerous mood today, and besides, there is something about you that intriguesme. So I will offer you this gem of advice. Pleasure can be mined from manyraw sources, even intense torture. If you open your soul to the experience,perhaps you will enjoy tonight more than I. To me, it matters not.? At this,he picked up the cruellest device I'd ever seen. It was a long single whip,but across the surface was peppered round, sharp metal studs. Surely this wouldtear me to death!

He soaked the whip in vinegar for a moment as I stared transfixed at thisstudded snake. Slowly, almost lazily, he moved behind me. After what seemedlike a century, I heard a sharp crack, found my whole body jolt forwards againstthe ropes, let out an ear piercing scream and then a split second later absoluteagony filled every corner of my mind. I felt my behind dripping with what musthave been blood. The pain only slightly subsided after nearly a minute of inactivity.I was shaking uncontrollably, wimpering.

?I think 20 lashes should be a good round number, don't you think? But don'tworry, I won't neglect you after that. The burning irons will be next. Youare going to know pain more intimately in the next hour than most embrace ina lifetime, my innocent whore.? I could hear the faint swish of the lash behindme, then another thwack as it hit the middle of my back. I almost passed outat the shearing, tearing feeling screaming from my new wound. The Marquis pausedonce more, stroking himself manically as he came to view my face. I closedmy eyes, trying desperately to block the pain from my mind. It was no use.Instead, I concentrated deeply on my experience, trying to dissolve it by forceof will. And it was at this precise moment that I detected something else,something that had been brewing within me from the start, but which only nowwas creeping into my consciousness. There was a tingling, exciting feelingof pleasure running through my body. And it was steadily growing. What wascausing it? Was it the pain itself, the humiliation of my open nudity, or theunderstanding that I was dominated absolutely? I did not know, and was indeedrather sickened that I could have such thoughts, but amidst this cave of torments,this hopeless situation, it was the only positive experience to attach myselfto. So I did.

The third stroke hit the tops of my thighs. The next few returned to my bottom,as the Marquis began to put his utmost strength into the evil endeavour. Thepain was maddening, as was the horror that my flesh was being ripped, destroyedby this madman. But the pleasure was starting to do battle with the pain. Ifound I could centre on this instead, and was thrilled amidst my fear. Couldit subsume the rest? For the sake of my sanity I had to find out. The Marquisheld out the whip, tickled my tender breasts with it for minutes on end, makingit very clear what was coming next. Then the studded whip descended with fullforce upon my right breast. It hit above the nipple, splitting the flesh, causingit to ooze blood. But to the surprise of both the Marquis and myself, I letout a loud sigh of delight. The pain was spreading ecstacy throughout me. WhenI looked down now at my ravaged bosom, it excited me, it made my vagina achewith a longing for contact.

?Lash it again,? I whispered breathlessly, feeling suddenly liberated, empoweredthat I could be giving him orders.

?You truly are a wondrous sight, my girl. A kindred spirit, if I may be sobold.? He duly obeyed me, forcing the whip on my right breast again, this timesplitting the hard, erect nipple. The pain and fear had completely disappearedby now. I didn't understand it, hardly understood anything of my situation.All I knew, all I experienced was the raw, sexual pleasure washing over mein waves.

?Again!? I screamed. He turned his attentions to the other breast, attemptinga symmetry of destruction. I was rising higher and higher now, my body shakingfor different reasons.

?Between my legs! Between my legs,? I ordered with a fanatical impatience.The single contact of the vinegar-soaked leather, and those gorgeous metalstuds caused a violent climax. It was as if my body were in a seizure. I shookall over, screaming in pleasure, for what was nearly a minute, but the minuteseemed to hang in the air for eternity. And then I passed out.

I was running down a hill near my childhood castle, and as I bolted over thegrass, my clothes slowly dissolved. In front of me was a glorious Highlandsscene ? full of mist and lochs and ragged mountains tipped in snow. But asI descended and as I gradually shed my garments, the lakes, hills and valleysbecame buildings. The buildings began as small, simple abodes. But they mutated,steadily stretching to the sky ? great monuments of glass and bricks. As Iran closer to the foot of the valley, the buildings thrust through the clouds,their shape growing more and more elaborate. Eventually, they became a bizarredouble helical structure. I stopped, surrounded by them, and found these fantastic,powerful constructions twisted and curled their way towards me. Each was tippedby the head of a penis. The encircled me, roughly, yet affectionately embracingme, causing me equal quantities of pain and pleasure. The tips of all thesegargantuan buildings converged on my vagina. I no longer felt empty. I thenwoke up with a start.

A faint blue dawn light was streaming through the open door at the top ofthe dungeon. It took me a while to remember where I was. But the sensationof cold metal of a chain around my neck jolted me back to reality. Althoughmy whole body ached from my wounds, and I was a prisoner of a sadist, his paintoy,I was actually happy, excited, relaxed. As I looked around the dank, dirtydungeon, I noticed a book lying beside me. It was THE book. Immediately, impatiently,I opened the second half. What would it be under? I tried ?B? for ?building? andfound a perfect description of my dream. There followed an interpretation: ?Youhave chosen time as your means of knowledge. You are learning fast. Pain andpleasure are indeed the mirror foundations for all human actions. But wisdomis far from your grasp. These times cannot adequately teach you the rest.?

I contemplated these words, and understand the implicit suggestion. A quillwas lying beside the book. Without hesitating, I turned to the first half ofthe book. I found an empty page, and wrote: ?I wish to be dominated.?

Chapter4: Nazi Treatment

? Hergekommen, jüdisches Schwein!? I was surrounded by men in uniform.

I was completely naked except for a set of numbers branded onto my arm, anda collar that read ?Jewish Whore?. This time, though, no ropes or chains heldme. They weren't needed. I was crawling on the ground towards the officer incharge.

?Faster, you stupid Jew-cow!? He bellowed. I sped up. Once I was in reach,he grabbed my left nipple (the hair on my head had been completely removedfor ?hygiene? reasons). He spoke quietly, though menacingly to me, ?You rottenfucking Jew animal. You have a chance for a whole loaf of bread if you behavethis evening. I happen to know that you haven't had a bite to eat in threedays. Too busy being fucked 24 hours a day in the Auschwitz brothel, haven'tyou? How does it feel to be so very popular to the very soldiers that killedyour family?? He laughed, twisting my nipple around as he did so. I wincedin pain and grief. ?And if you disobey, whore,? he smiled at me with mock sweetness, ?thenyou will die tonight along with ten girls of my choosing.? He turned to themain group of officers, suddenly completely ignoring me.

?Listen here, men,? he continued, though more loudly now, ?We've had a productiveday in the chambers, and you deserve a bit of a show for a reward.? He liftedme up by pinching my nipple fiercely between finger and thumb and raising hisarm. I stood there passively, staring at the ground. ?I have here the prettiestJew-whore in the camp ? which isn't saying much of course. And she's goingto show us just what Jews are good for. God I hate Jews! All a bunch of scientists,artists and bankers! I tell you now ? civilisation is not built on such things ? theyare pointless, dragging us insidiously away from greatness. No, military might,the power of the gun ? that is all that matters. Survival of the fittest, amI right? And our Motherland is therefore truly great!? Cheers erupted aroundme. ?Now to demonstrate what a particularly low animal Jews are, this stupidgob of spittle will obey you gentleman in every regard. Remember, for thoseof you who are married, fucking a Jew doesn't count. You can still remain faithfulwhile spewing your semen as deep up her crack as you can go. I'll start, shallI? Now, putrid Jew-animal: I'm an Arian and I'm in charge here, so as I walkdown this room you will kiss and lick the floor at each place I've put my foot.Then you will lick my boots as if I'm a God.? The floor was filthy, it evenstank, but what choice did I have? I obeyed him as some soldiers around melaughed, others kicked my arse as I crawled past, and still more chatted away,completely uninterested in what was happening to me. I felt nauseous, not justfor the smell, but because my whole sense of self was being destroyed, it seemed.I was a nothing, a worthless animal to these men.

The next soldier, more out of curiosity than anything else, ordered me tohold his sweaty, rank erect penis in my throat until I passed out. As I wasslapped awake, I felt his ejaculate surge onto my face. I was ordered to keepit there for the whole night and beyond. Another soldier, with an evil glintin his eye, handed me a cigarette and ordered me to extinguish it in my vagina.I winced, but nevertheless used one hand to open up my labia while the otherpushed the burning stick deep into me. I screamed in pain, but somehow thefirst sound of my own voice, along with the agony, awoke something in me. Memoriesof the Marquis came back to me ? as did his advice. Perhaps I could preservemyself in the same way again. Could I feed off this submission, learn to soakup the sensation of being worthless as if it were foreplay? Again, I was desperate,and again I was intrigued to discover new territory. The soldier relit thecigarette and simply said, ?Now your arse.? With a glint in my eye, I insertingthe cigarette and as it burned my rectum; I smiled in pleasure at him.

Another soldier ordered me to kneel so that he could have a convenient footrest.He dug his muddy boots into my back and reclined. At the same time, I was tolower my breasts into a bed of nails he'd had another girl bring. I had toproduce blood or he would be angry. Other soldiers grew excited by this view,and took to forming a queue by my face and cunt. If I didn't manically usemy tongue, or take the penis as far down my throat as possible while grindingmy pussy against their cocks, that would count as disobedience. I was blindfolded,so that I couldn't see who or what was being forced into my holes. I couldonly smell the filthy dicks, and feel them thrust into my mouth, pussy andarse. The knowledge that a group of hateful, ignorant, racist strangers wastaking me in any way they saw fit, while I was forced to aid them, began tosend a heat through my mind again. There was something horribly delicious abouthow I was being treated, how low I had fallen. I was the Jew plaything of thesebrutish soldiers, worse than a slave. Such thoughts made my pussy drip withdesire. As dicks caused me to gag, as they battered my cervix, that hot desireturned to orgasm after orgasm. I don't know if the soldiers recognised this,but I felt saved, liberated, invulnerable. Whatever they did to me now I wouldenjoy ?they could rape every hole I had for hours, days, but I would feed offevery moment, would want more. My consent would ebb and flow with their crueldemands as if I were a leaf on a babbling brook. While a stone might drown,the leaf will float forever.

True to the colonel's word, four hours and nearly a hundred rapes later heprovided me with a loaf of bread, sprinkled as crumbs on the soil all the wayfrom the officers' comfortable barracks to my brothel's shed. I was only touse my tongue to fetch the specks of food. However, he didn't stop me fromtouching my cunt as I ate my muddy line of a meal, and I came four more timesbefore I reached my bed. I felt satisfied and sane. He had not won. I and MYrace were stronger than this Nazi scum could ever be.

This time the dream came almost as soon as I lay on my bed. All manner ofcreatures surrounded me. They fought each other. Almost every time, the larger,stronger ones vanquished those smaller. Then they came to take their prize,with massive penises at the ready. I had no choice but to submit, though thepower of their strength and victory aroused me greatly. After the sex, thenext generation of blindly fighting animals would emerge from my vagina, fightingeven before they were free from me. This continued for many generations, creatinglarger and larger monsters. Eventually, I grew tired of this cycle, but I didn'tknow how to stop the ever stronger monsters ravaging me. And soon they wouldbe too big for me, destroying me completely. I was afraid it would somehowbe my fault if the last generation perished with me.

As soon as I woke up, I looked for the book. It was dutifully by my side.I knew to look up ?A? for ?animal?. The dream, as I knew it would be, was there,followed by the usual enigmatic interpretation: ?You have now learnt evolution,which favours the strong. You're drawn to the mightiest, those that dominatetheir peers and force you to submit, to cower under their superiority. Theseare the fittest to help transfer your essence across the generations. But thestrongest are no better in value than the weakest. Both are blind productsof a blind process. What value do you really possess??

Again, the book seemed to tap the deepest questions in my mind, anticipatingmy next request. Wishing desperately to escape from this time, I wrote, ?Iwish to be humiliated.?

Chapter5: The Value of Sex

It was a well lit, wide alleyway. I was wearing a mini-skirt and cum-stainedtank-top. I was also bare foot, standing in a stale puddle. I knew the yearto be 2014, and I was on a two year contract with a large, muscular pimp whowas possessively squeezing my right arm. In just those two years, I would makemore than enough money to get me through medical school. But if I disobeyedmy pimp in a situation that wasn't life-threatening to me, then the contractcould end and I'd lose all my money. I had just one month to go, and he wastrying his best to make sure I didn't get a cent.

?Well, skank, you're on your 3 rd warning now, after refusing to suck offthat old man who had that interesting dick with all those worts and sores.So tonight is punishment night, baby, and it's gonna be great ? well greatfor me ?coz I'm gonna make a shit load a' money. And our members at NYFuckmeat79.comare gonna love this. Millions online are gonna watch you be a slave to 50 o'the dirtiest, roughest down-and-out bums around. And look up there.? He pointedto a balcony above the alleyway, populated by a large group of people. ?Theyare your whole high school class, here to enjoy the show, and laugh at justwhat you are prepared to do for a few bucks. Why don't you wave at them.? Iobeyed, already feeling a thrill at the sense of shame, and being defined assimply a cheap whore.

I was given some music and had to strip sexily in front of all those tramps,as if they were 1000-dollar clients. When I was naked, one ordered me to keepvery still, kneeling down on a dirty mat. My lips and eyes were to remain wideopen at all times, although I was allowed occasionally to swallow, as longas I swallowed everything that was in my mouth. The 50 bums took turns spittingat me and cumming over me. At regular intervals, I was prompted to ask formore spit and sperm. After just 10 minutes, my whole face, hair and tits werecovered in a wall of putrid slime. It felt wonderful. I was getting so turnedon by the mixture of rank tastes, by the bitter sting in my eyes. When theyall urinated on me to wash it off, I had my first orgasm as I tasted a combinationof 10 different vile salty piss-drinks at the same time.

?Well, if you like piss so much, cumbucket-whore, we have a special treatfor you.? At this, he dragged me by the hair to a corner of the alley, wherethere was a bucket that was obviously a makeshift toilet for these bums. ?Thishas a month's shit and piss, just for you. Why don't you dunk your head init.? I looked at the revolting mixture, smelled the rancid odour, gazed upat the high-school crowd and the cameras and instinctively craved to show themhow disgusting, how worthless I actually was. With my fingers automaticallyrubbing my nipples and clit, I dunked my head completely below the water andheld it there for nearly a minute. One of the bums pulled me out with a twistedlook of digust on his face. He handed me a filthy glass, with some cigarettestumps encased on the bottom. I knew what to do. Furiously sticking my fingersup my cunt now, I grabbed a generous glass-full of the mixture and drank itdown. My stomach rebelled at taking such a horrid mixture, though, and I vomitedit onto the ground. I was told to lick it up. I started to do this, then founda surprise behind me. A large Alsatian with a coat matted with bits of rubbishwas being positioned so that he could mount me. I felt his paws on my back,and didn't object. In fact, I was amazed to find myself in heaven at this pistoningdog-cock inside my cunt. I found licking up my own vomit with even more vigourhastened and enhanced my climax. I screamed and screamed in ecstasy as thejeers of my high school peers drifted down to my ears.

After the toilet bucket was kicked to the floor and I was given far more tolick up, ten more tramp's dogs turned up to fuck me ? sometimes in the arseand sometimes in the cunt, always with their paws scraping at my back. Thenthe bums took their turn. A money box was put next to me and each bum paida dime to fuck me. I was only double arse-fucked, and then the pair would takeit in turns to choke me with their shit-cum covered filthy dicks. They wouldn'tstop until the dicks were completely clean again. All 50 took me this way,each for a dime, though some complained that I wasn't worth that much. I lostcount of the times I climaxed that night.

Eventually, they left me in a heap in the corner and went to get some food.Exhausted, yet perversely satisfied, I drifted to sleep. The dream this timewas simpler. I had erected the most beautiful nude statue of myself in goldand diamonds. It had taken years, and eventually it was up for auction to thehighest bidder. I felt brave to show every detail, every blemish on my bodyto the world and thought that would elevate the price further. However, nota single bid was made.

As soon as I woke, I flicked in the dictionary to ?S? for Statue and readthe interpretation: ?Value, whether monetary, or in terms of self-worth isillusory. Within you is the essence of this truth. Sexual humiliation is revellingin a valueless perception. There is only one sense of worth imposed on naturethat has any truth ? and you are its supreme proponent. You need to find aworld that agrees with this fact.?

But how could I ever fit in, how could such desires as my own create companionship,respect? Feeling melancholy and tired of these vicious lessons, I wrote, ?Iwant to feel at home.?

Chapter6: The Virtual Queen

I was in a penthouse apartment, looking down on a vast city. In the distance,I could see a gigantic poster of some woman, advertising the Dream Game. Ittook me a while to realise it was me. Then the new world hit my consciousnessin a rush. I had fallen much further into the future. BDSM-ers were now revered,placed above other members of society. They were found to be high-iq, cultured,deeply creative ? and every genius that ever had been was found to be a memberof this special sexual club. It was a lifestyle that vanillas envied for itsstatus and sexual variety. Sex itself was now the most respected pastime ina world that embraced this as the most honest expression of our nature. Itwas concluded we have no other fundamental purpose - and submissives epitomisethat universal truth. I was a Polymorphic Submissive ? a rare and special woman.For my sexual tastes I was made famous and wealthy. Men paid millions simplyfor an afternoon with me in the Dream Game, and came away satisfied.

Had I arrived? Was this my ultimate home, my final lesson? I had to check.It was already night. I lay on my enormous bed, feeling more comfortable andsafe under the soft sheets than I'd done in weeks. I dreamt I was a white mare,galloping through time, chased by a large black stud. I couldn't outrun him,and eventually succumbed to being mounted.

My dictionary of dreams simply says a black horse signifies passion. But Idon't need any further explanations now.

I have time for a quick session before breakfast. With quiet glee, I slipa metal cap over my scalp, and enter the Dream Game. I find myself naked, myskin shimmering silver, as I'm tightly tethered in the middle of a vast, glitteringsphere. Four creatures approach me, each with a pair of biting, salivating3 foot long snakes for penises. They have enormous clawed hands with sandpaperfor skin. Their faces are the faces of real men, though, and I detect respect- even love - excitement, and sadistic lust. With the first violent touch,my vagina becomes a fluorescent blue river. I have found my home?