Mark Kee
Magistrate
Here is the beginning of a little writing exercise I started that grew into something bigger than expected. I hope you enjoy it. Please feel free to comment, criticize, offer suggestions, etc. Of course, anyone posting truly negative comments will suffer the tortures of hell! No, not really.
Chapter One
As he walked around the pools of blood on the marble floor and gazed at the wretched bodies of the women who had put their faith in him as much as they had in God, Jack Morrow felt no guilt. He felt fear of capture and punishment by the law or being seized by a mad mob of citizens. But he felt no remorse for what he had done and no sympathy for the women who suffered and died so as to satisfy not only his carnal desires, but his intellectual curiosity. He had also developed a certain artistic aesthetic that compelled him to arrange everything, most specifically the naked bodies of the women, in a well balanced and eye pleasing tableau.
But now Jack knew he had little time to dawdle and think about such things. He had a much baser instinct to obey now: that of self preservation. He needed to set aside all thoughts of what had gone wrong and think clearly about what he needed to do. He needed to look forward and not get lost in the fog of memory where the images of each violent attack on the defenseless women remained sharp and pleasurable to recall. Not being a self-disciplined man by nature, he wanted to re-enter the trance-like bliss he had achieved watching his two loyal collaborators trembling, crying, writhing and screaming in their final agony.
It had begun with a simple thought experiment. Well, not an experiment, really, more of a day dream. He thought how lovely it would be to watch an attractive woman suffering as a demonstration of her faith. He also thought of how exciting it would be to break such a woman and make her renounce her faith. Perhaps with the right amount of pain and humiliation it could be done. It would be thrilling to inflict pain on these virtuous women and see them bear it for no other reason than to satisfy his exotic desires. It would also be a blow against religion, that corrupt cloud of noxious gas that had settled on society with its false promises of happiness in eternity, but not on earth. If these women were foolish enough to be swayed by colorful and ridiculous stories of salvation brought to them through the torture and killing of a man who lived centuries before in an obscure corner of the Roman empire, they should then be willing to experience at least a part of his suffering themselves. They should fully accept the price paid for their salvation. If they were too weak or lacked a sincere commitment to their faith, they would break at some point, renounce their faith and reveal their religious observances, their prayers and their sacrifices to have been nothing more than farce, a pitiful waste of life.
But, on further reflection, he realized he could not be the agent of her suffering. As much as he would have enjoyed it, he saw that carrying out the punishments himself would place him in a vulnerable position. If things should take an unexpected turn, a woman might denounce him to the police and accuse him of abusing her against her will. He would have no defense other than to call her a liar, but she would have wounds unlikely to have resulted from an accident and if there one defector, there would likely be another. What’s more, if the police in their investigation were to find certain books and certain exotic items kept locked in a trunk in his apartment home, then prosecutors could use that as evidence of foul debauchery, of evil lubricity and a corrupt spirit that went hand in hand with the commission of insane acts.
So, he decided early on that the safest and most rewarding avenue would be that of encouraging and leading women to torture themselves, to engage in mortification of the flesh as it was called. He would assist as their spiritual advisor, in the name of religious piety, something so removed from his own salacious life that the thought made him smile. Yet he saw a good opportunity to try his experiment with little or no risk. He only needed to work out the details of how to proceed.
First and foremost on his side was his considerable wealth. Money can buy a lot, including cooperation in carrying out a scheme. The fewer confidants he had, though, the better. He would need at least one woman accomplice to help him establish himself in the city so that young women would seek his spiritual guidance. The woman he had in mind was Mrs. Jennifer Morton, an old flame who had shared his libertine tendencies at an early age. She had in fact used her beauty and her lascivious entreaties to introduce him to some of the most outlandish and most pleasurable practices just as he entered puberty.
When he first knew her, she was still in school and her name was Jennifer Lauderdale. She was the friend of his older sister, Anne. Although Jack was then naive and boyish and Jennifer two years older and wise to the ways of the world, they had a mutual attraction. She took every opportunity to spend time with him and soon began caressing him and kissing him in a manner he had never seen or heard of before. At first, he was bothered by it and tried to pull away, but as nature’s maturing process continued and the male hormones raced through his blood, he warmed to her caresses and was willing to do whatever she asked to bring both of them pleasure.
For the first month or so, with opportunities taken only at intervals when it was possible to do so in private, Jennifer and he engaged in playful activities that provided only brief glimpses of the prurient underworld into which she would eventually take him. Then one night she invited him to hide in a closet in the room she occupied while staying as a guest in his home so that he could witness a moment of extraordinary pleasure that involved not him, but his sister, his only sibling.
For nearly an hour he waited in the stuffy closet with only a small peephole to examine the world outside. Then Jennifer and his sister Anne entered the room together. They carried on some light conversation, but he could tell something more urgent and more powerful lay beneath their polite chatter. Suddenly, his sister rushed to Jennifer and grasped her face with her two hands. Then she pulled her head close and they engaged in kissing and licking while the breath of each woman became faster and stronger. At last, Jennifer with a quick, wicked glance towards the closet dropped to her knees and lifted her lover’s skirt. She then buried her face in that place below her belly of which he had known nothing only a matter of weeks prior to this.
Through Jennifer he would soon learn much more about that and many other things far from the path taken by the so-called “normal people.” His most significant detour from the accepted path happened the night that he watched Jennifer and Anne’s lovemaking from his hiding place. He saw his sister fall back on the bed, pulling her clothes off as Jennifer continued licking her down below. After some time, she called him out of the closet. His sister reacted with shock and started to voice a complaint, but Jennifer slapped her face and grabbed her breasts with her hands and twisted them cruelly.
“You will not object, my dear,” she said through clenched teeth. “You will do exactly as you are told. Your brother is in need of education and you and I are going to give it to him tonight.”
His sister stared at her in shock and horror. But Jennifer was strong and very swift in her actions. She grabbed a long stocking from the floor and used it to tie Anne’s hands to the heavy wooden bed post. Then she spread his female sibling’s legs so that he could see what had been hidden from him all these years by petticoats and skirts. She moved a lamp so that it would better illuminate the area and invited him to touch the flesh and explore it. He saw his sister flinch as he put his fingers inside her and felt about. He also saw a look in her eyes he had never seen before. She was breathing heavy again and seemed to have no objection to what he was doing. After a while, Jennifer invited him to do what she had done.
Somehow the idea of doing this to his own sister, the flagrant incestuousness of it all, made him mad with desire. He stuck his tongue in her cunt and heard her moan with pleasure. Soon Jennifer pulled him away and pulled up her own skirt. He grabbed her buttocks and thrust his face into her crotch. Finally, his cock aching for relief, he pulled off his pants and following Jennifer’s guiding hand, slipped it into her. She moaned with pleasure as he moved it in and out, but the moment did not last long.
Jennifer patted his head and said he shouldn’t worry, that as he got older and more experienced he would learn how to hold off his orgasm and enjoy the coupling more. He remembered having no concern about that because he had enjoyed the whole experience very much. It did not occur to him that it was she who had been neglected by his rush to satisfaction. He then helped Jennifer untie his poor sister, who regarded him with a look of fear mixed with disgust.
“You must not be angry, my love, “ Jennifer told her. “You will see that this night will always be remembered by you both as something profoundly important in your education.”
Although he had gained more affection for his sister as a result of the experience, in the days ahead she avoided him and could not bear to have him near. She even refused to speak his name. Eventually she married and moved to another city. Years later, when he was finishing college and she was visiting their parents in their home, he and Anne confronted each other again. This time was different, though. She took his hand and walked with him to the garden where she told him that she loved him as a brother and always would. She realized how young he was when her friend Jennifer had corrupted him and she felt partly to blame for it. He consoled her and told her there was nothing to be ashamed of. He said he continued to love her as a sister and that, even though she was still a ravishing woman, he had no incestuous desire for her. She smiled and they hugged. Then she departed and he had not seen her again since that time.
But Jennifer came in and out of his life numerous times after that. One night he was at a large party in a wealthy man’s mansion and he felt a hand reach from behind and then move down his pants over his genitals. Startled, he jumped and turned around quickly. There was Jennifer laughing and looking as ravishing as ever. They embraced and she told him of her latest adventures. That was the night she told him she would soon be engaged to a very wealthy merchant and that, as a respectable lady, she would have to give up most of her lubricious behavior. She spoke of what a fine man her future husband was and how the life of luxury he could provide her would more than compensate for the loss of her libertine lifestyle. Then she took him by the hand into a dark corner where she fell on her knees before him and used her mouth to provide him with yet another memorable experience.
After her marriage, though, Jennifer had converted herself into a lady in good standing with the upper middle class society of which she was now a part. He saw little of her after that, for, although he had a good amount of wealth himself thanks to an inheritance, he was not on her level. He let her go and went on with his life enriched by the passionate memories of what she had done with him and for him.
But now the time had come to see Jennifer again, for he regarded her as the only person who might be capable of helping him and be willing to do so. He knew there was a chance that she would spurn him and act disgusted by his proposal, but he thought it was more likely that she had never been able to fully suppress her natural animal instincts. He would know the moment he saw a certain smile appear on her face.
Chapter One
As he walked around the pools of blood on the marble floor and gazed at the wretched bodies of the women who had put their faith in him as much as they had in God, Jack Morrow felt no guilt. He felt fear of capture and punishment by the law or being seized by a mad mob of citizens. But he felt no remorse for what he had done and no sympathy for the women who suffered and died so as to satisfy not only his carnal desires, but his intellectual curiosity. He had also developed a certain artistic aesthetic that compelled him to arrange everything, most specifically the naked bodies of the women, in a well balanced and eye pleasing tableau.
But now Jack knew he had little time to dawdle and think about such things. He had a much baser instinct to obey now: that of self preservation. He needed to set aside all thoughts of what had gone wrong and think clearly about what he needed to do. He needed to look forward and not get lost in the fog of memory where the images of each violent attack on the defenseless women remained sharp and pleasurable to recall. Not being a self-disciplined man by nature, he wanted to re-enter the trance-like bliss he had achieved watching his two loyal collaborators trembling, crying, writhing and screaming in their final agony.
It had begun with a simple thought experiment. Well, not an experiment, really, more of a day dream. He thought how lovely it would be to watch an attractive woman suffering as a demonstration of her faith. He also thought of how exciting it would be to break such a woman and make her renounce her faith. Perhaps with the right amount of pain and humiliation it could be done. It would be thrilling to inflict pain on these virtuous women and see them bear it for no other reason than to satisfy his exotic desires. It would also be a blow against religion, that corrupt cloud of noxious gas that had settled on society with its false promises of happiness in eternity, but not on earth. If these women were foolish enough to be swayed by colorful and ridiculous stories of salvation brought to them through the torture and killing of a man who lived centuries before in an obscure corner of the Roman empire, they should then be willing to experience at least a part of his suffering themselves. They should fully accept the price paid for their salvation. If they were too weak or lacked a sincere commitment to their faith, they would break at some point, renounce their faith and reveal their religious observances, their prayers and their sacrifices to have been nothing more than farce, a pitiful waste of life.
But, on further reflection, he realized he could not be the agent of her suffering. As much as he would have enjoyed it, he saw that carrying out the punishments himself would place him in a vulnerable position. If things should take an unexpected turn, a woman might denounce him to the police and accuse him of abusing her against her will. He would have no defense other than to call her a liar, but she would have wounds unlikely to have resulted from an accident and if there one defector, there would likely be another. What’s more, if the police in their investigation were to find certain books and certain exotic items kept locked in a trunk in his apartment home, then prosecutors could use that as evidence of foul debauchery, of evil lubricity and a corrupt spirit that went hand in hand with the commission of insane acts.
So, he decided early on that the safest and most rewarding avenue would be that of encouraging and leading women to torture themselves, to engage in mortification of the flesh as it was called. He would assist as their spiritual advisor, in the name of religious piety, something so removed from his own salacious life that the thought made him smile. Yet he saw a good opportunity to try his experiment with little or no risk. He only needed to work out the details of how to proceed.
First and foremost on his side was his considerable wealth. Money can buy a lot, including cooperation in carrying out a scheme. The fewer confidants he had, though, the better. He would need at least one woman accomplice to help him establish himself in the city so that young women would seek his spiritual guidance. The woman he had in mind was Mrs. Jennifer Morton, an old flame who had shared his libertine tendencies at an early age. She had in fact used her beauty and her lascivious entreaties to introduce him to some of the most outlandish and most pleasurable practices just as he entered puberty.
When he first knew her, she was still in school and her name was Jennifer Lauderdale. She was the friend of his older sister, Anne. Although Jack was then naive and boyish and Jennifer two years older and wise to the ways of the world, they had a mutual attraction. She took every opportunity to spend time with him and soon began caressing him and kissing him in a manner he had never seen or heard of before. At first, he was bothered by it and tried to pull away, but as nature’s maturing process continued and the male hormones raced through his blood, he warmed to her caresses and was willing to do whatever she asked to bring both of them pleasure.
For the first month or so, with opportunities taken only at intervals when it was possible to do so in private, Jennifer and he engaged in playful activities that provided only brief glimpses of the prurient underworld into which she would eventually take him. Then one night she invited him to hide in a closet in the room she occupied while staying as a guest in his home so that he could witness a moment of extraordinary pleasure that involved not him, but his sister, his only sibling.
For nearly an hour he waited in the stuffy closet with only a small peephole to examine the world outside. Then Jennifer and his sister Anne entered the room together. They carried on some light conversation, but he could tell something more urgent and more powerful lay beneath their polite chatter. Suddenly, his sister rushed to Jennifer and grasped her face with her two hands. Then she pulled her head close and they engaged in kissing and licking while the breath of each woman became faster and stronger. At last, Jennifer with a quick, wicked glance towards the closet dropped to her knees and lifted her lover’s skirt. She then buried her face in that place below her belly of which he had known nothing only a matter of weeks prior to this.
Through Jennifer he would soon learn much more about that and many other things far from the path taken by the so-called “normal people.” His most significant detour from the accepted path happened the night that he watched Jennifer and Anne’s lovemaking from his hiding place. He saw his sister fall back on the bed, pulling her clothes off as Jennifer continued licking her down below. After some time, she called him out of the closet. His sister reacted with shock and started to voice a complaint, but Jennifer slapped her face and grabbed her breasts with her hands and twisted them cruelly.
“You will not object, my dear,” she said through clenched teeth. “You will do exactly as you are told. Your brother is in need of education and you and I are going to give it to him tonight.”
His sister stared at her in shock and horror. But Jennifer was strong and very swift in her actions. She grabbed a long stocking from the floor and used it to tie Anne’s hands to the heavy wooden bed post. Then she spread his female sibling’s legs so that he could see what had been hidden from him all these years by petticoats and skirts. She moved a lamp so that it would better illuminate the area and invited him to touch the flesh and explore it. He saw his sister flinch as he put his fingers inside her and felt about. He also saw a look in her eyes he had never seen before. She was breathing heavy again and seemed to have no objection to what he was doing. After a while, Jennifer invited him to do what she had done.
Somehow the idea of doing this to his own sister, the flagrant incestuousness of it all, made him mad with desire. He stuck his tongue in her cunt and heard her moan with pleasure. Soon Jennifer pulled him away and pulled up her own skirt. He grabbed her buttocks and thrust his face into her crotch. Finally, his cock aching for relief, he pulled off his pants and following Jennifer’s guiding hand, slipped it into her. She moaned with pleasure as he moved it in and out, but the moment did not last long.
Jennifer patted his head and said he shouldn’t worry, that as he got older and more experienced he would learn how to hold off his orgasm and enjoy the coupling more. He remembered having no concern about that because he had enjoyed the whole experience very much. It did not occur to him that it was she who had been neglected by his rush to satisfaction. He then helped Jennifer untie his poor sister, who regarded him with a look of fear mixed with disgust.
“You must not be angry, my love, “ Jennifer told her. “You will see that this night will always be remembered by you both as something profoundly important in your education.”
Although he had gained more affection for his sister as a result of the experience, in the days ahead she avoided him and could not bear to have him near. She even refused to speak his name. Eventually she married and moved to another city. Years later, when he was finishing college and she was visiting their parents in their home, he and Anne confronted each other again. This time was different, though. She took his hand and walked with him to the garden where she told him that she loved him as a brother and always would. She realized how young he was when her friend Jennifer had corrupted him and she felt partly to blame for it. He consoled her and told her there was nothing to be ashamed of. He said he continued to love her as a sister and that, even though she was still a ravishing woman, he had no incestuous desire for her. She smiled and they hugged. Then she departed and he had not seen her again since that time.
But Jennifer came in and out of his life numerous times after that. One night he was at a large party in a wealthy man’s mansion and he felt a hand reach from behind and then move down his pants over his genitals. Startled, he jumped and turned around quickly. There was Jennifer laughing and looking as ravishing as ever. They embraced and she told him of her latest adventures. That was the night she told him she would soon be engaged to a very wealthy merchant and that, as a respectable lady, she would have to give up most of her lubricious behavior. She spoke of what a fine man her future husband was and how the life of luxury he could provide her would more than compensate for the loss of her libertine lifestyle. Then she took him by the hand into a dark corner where she fell on her knees before him and used her mouth to provide him with yet another memorable experience.
After her marriage, though, Jennifer had converted herself into a lady in good standing with the upper middle class society of which she was now a part. He saw little of her after that, for, although he had a good amount of wealth himself thanks to an inheritance, he was not on her level. He let her go and went on with his life enriched by the passionate memories of what she had done with him and for him.
But now the time had come to see Jennifer again, for he regarded her as the only person who might be capable of helping him and be willing to do so. He knew there was a chance that she would spurn him and act disgusted by his proposal, but he thought it was more likely that she had never been able to fully suppress her natural animal instincts. He would know the moment he saw a certain smile appear on her face.
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