The first two tests had brought Pooch to the very brink of loosing her
mind. While her
intellect said obey, do exactly as your told or else the hurt will be
much worse her body only
perceived that the more she obeyed the worse the hurt became and it was
time to run away
from the pain. The urge to close her eyes and curl up into a tight
little ball was
overwhelming. During the short break between tasks Pooch's intellect
was able to regain a
larger proportion of control but she feared that another task that
tested her endurance to
pain would be more than she could handle.
She would get a break from pure pain. In its place would come pure
shame.
Having been instructed in the requirements of task number three Pooch
crawled over to the
couch where the four male jurors were seated. Her back was arched and
her dangling breasts
swung from side to side with each stride. Mouth slightly open she licked
her lips and forced
a smile trying to entice the strange men to mount her. Pooch was a
bitchslave, part human,
part dog. Her task was to get all four men to come at the same time
using her entire body
but not touching their sex organs with her hands. Most importantly they
had to convinced
that she was enjoying every minute.
Enjoyment was going to be the last thing that she actually felt. Pooch
was no slut. She was
an intensely private person, painfully shy and ashamed of her need to be
dominated. The
main reason she had not left Ed, when she was given the opportunity,
was that she couldn't
see herself going out into the real world and finding someone else that
could take his place.
What would people think when they saw the marks of ten years of
subjugation covering her
body. She would be too embarrassed to expose herself to anyone else but
Ed. Now she had
to make out like a common whore soliciting sex from strangers she could
never like. The
problem was her life depended on it so the licking tongue, swaying hips
and swinging tits
advanced forward.
As she neared the edge of the sofa Pooch leaned foreword rubbing up
enticingly against
Steve's leg with her cheek sliding up and down, sticking out her tongue
and panting softly.
She then slid her face farther up until it contacted the surgeons crotch
pushing her nose deep
into the crevice until it massaged the very erect penis. Getting these
men aroused was not
going to be much of a problem but how she would get all four of them off
at the same time
was still a mystery to her.
After rubbing up against his crotch for a minute she attacked his belt
buckle with her teeth
then moving on to undue the waist band and pulling down his zipper.
Pooch then latched on
to the top of Steve's boxers with her teeth and pulled them down hooking
them underneath
his sweaty hairy balls, exposing the excited cock for all to see. She
gave it a long slow lick
from the base of his balls to the tip of the slimy head and then moved
her performance over
to Garret.
As she moved over Pooch swallowed the precum that her tongue had picked
up off the end
of Garret's penis. The smile on her face belied the revulsion she felt.
When she pulled down
Garret's zipper and saw the yellow stain on his white jockeys it turned
her stomach. As her
tongue snaked through the fly toward his pulsing dick she could smell
the pungent smell of
urine and thought, how could any woman possibly want to do this for a
living? Softly and
carefully using tongue and teeth Pooch pulled the rigid snake out from
the protection of
Garret's shorts. She used her lips to pull down the foreskin and ready
it for action. He
breathed heavily trying to keep himself cool and in control while all
the while he really
wanted to shoot his load into the gentle mouth he was quickly falling in
love with. The look
of desire never left Pooch's face. She kissed the cock head then slid
over to prepare Jordan.
There was nothing Jordan enjoyed more than being serviced by and
dominating white
women. With Pooch on her hands and knees prepared to expose his manhood
with her
docile mouth he was in his glory. Jordan sat on the sofa legs spread,
his body language
saying service me bitch.
Pooch had never had sex with a black man. She didn't feel she was a
racist but still she felt
that somehow this was an another step in her degradation. It was Jordan
who had come up
with the pussy whipping test. She hatted him.
"Lets go bitch. Show me how much you love black cock".
Don't these guys ever wash?, thought Pooch as her mouth worked on
freeing Jordan's dick.
The mingled smells of sweat, urine and precum was turning her stomach.
As her mouth
began inhaling the dirty dick she heard Mark get up and pull down his
own jeans.
Apparently he had grown impatient. He moved behind her and placed his
hands on her waist.
Her rape was about to begin.
Jordan grabbed Pooch by the hair and shoved her head down on his cock
gagging her with
his dick. At the same time Mark thrust deep into the cunt he had so
savagely whipped just
minutes before. Once again Pooch was thrown into a world of pain she
dared not try to
escape. Garret climbed on top of her hips, positioning himself ahead of
Mark he pushed into
Pooches dark hole restretching the skin just ahead of her anus that had
been torn preparing
for the whipping, Each thrust by either Mark or Garret seemed to rip her
apart.
"Move it slut", boomed Mark, "if I wanted a dead lay I'd be humping
Jasmine."
Agonizingly Pooch started to move back and forth in rhythm with the two
men at her rear.
Each thrust brought a fresh jolt of ripping, tearing pain. At the other
end her ability to breath
was seriously jeopardized by the smelly cock lodged in the back of her
throat.
"What are you going to do about Steve?", joked Jordan. "You seems to be
out of holes
bitch".
For Jordan it was funny for Pooch it was cause for more panic. What
could she do? She had
to get all four men off at once. Her mind raced. She was rewarded with
clarity. Pooch
suddenly understood what she had to do and how the previous tasks were
in preparation for
her rape.
Pooch grabbed her burning breasts with her hands hand started slapping
them together.
"I think she wants to tit fuck you Steve", said Mark. "You better get
underneath".
Steve slid his hips underneath Pooch's tortured tits. Pooch lowered her
chest and grabbed
Steve between her tits pushing them together from the side with her
hands squeezing his
throbbing cock. She started into a rocking rhythm moving her rear back
and forth her chest
up and down and her head up and down together with her chest.
Sweat poured out of her body in response to the strain as well as the
pain. She was
exhausted.
As she sensed the men were approaching climax Pooch began to moan. She
thought she had
better fake it.
Garret and Jordan shot their loads at almost the same time. Pooch first
gagged and then
stifled a cough in a desperate attempt to contain Jordan's sperm within
her mouth. The
stifled cough sent some of his seed up and out her nose. She tried to
snort it back in.
"Mmmmm" she moaned as she swallowed the vile load.
The two men fucking her pain centers came shortly after covering her
chest with cum and
leaving her with a dripping anus and cunt. There was a fair bit of blood
mixed with the jism
dripping from her cunt. Pooch was so relieved it was almost over.
She crawled over to Mark and used her mouth and tongue to clean up his
penis. Jordan was
cleaned while being serviced so he was OK. Mark was cleaned next. Garret
was the nasty
one to clean up since he had been in her shit hole but at this point
Pooch didn't much mind.
Soon she had put away the blanket placed on the carpet for her
performance and returned
the coffee table to its proper spot. Eyes on the torture of Jasmine she
awaited task four.
"Did you enjoy your time with the boys?", asked Marla.
"Yes mistress, I loved serving them", came the reply.
"Would you like to fuck them again?.
"If it pleases you I would love to fuck them again".
"Well, if they decide to let you live I am sure you will get many
opportunities, but now It's
time to see if you can please the ladies. I am sure you will enjoy
servicing them as much as
you enjoyed doing the men. Now since using your hands directly wasn't
allowed when you
did the men it would only be right that they be off limits with the
ladies too. Obviously you
can use your mouth on one of the ladies. Greta was nice enough to bring
in this very special
device that she calls her Rebel Tamer. She says one session with it will
turn the toughest
man into a whimpering docile lamb".
Marla held up a shiny black strap on dildo that was very large though
not monstrous, maybe
two and a half inches in diameter by a foot long. On the back end there
was a rubber cup
shaped to conform to a girls crotch with a series of thin, soft rubber
fingers that would
stimulate her pussy and especially her clit as the dildo moved back and
forth. The business
end of the Rebel Tamer had a feature Pooch had never seen before.
Running up the entire
length of the instrument were twelve pairs of rings that looked like
very thin metal washers.
There was a space of a couple of millimeters separating the rings in
each pair.
"You will notice these rings", said Marla. "As this moves back and forth
in your hole the
rings are pushed together caching and pinching any flesh caught between
them. The grip
isn't strong enough to actually cause much damage but I'm told it feels
like someone has
gone to work on your insides with a dozen pairs of pliers. To add to
the stimulation Greta
has also brought in this special lubricating cream mixed with avery
special hot sauce. It's the
hottest hot sauce we know of. Since it's mixed in with grease and not
water soluble it stays
were it's put for a very long time. You should find this combination
extremely stimulating.
Now, spread your cunt lips I want to see how much damage there is.
Marla came over to examine Pooch's severely damaged vagina. Pooch held
it spread open
for examination with her finger tips.
"It looks pretty bad", said Marla. Greta is going to have to make use
your ass hole. You will
make these ladies feel very special, remember that they are your
mistresses as much as I am
when you are servicing them. I think you should start with your dog act
and then they will
direct you from there. You can lay the blanket down in front of Shandra.
I think she is going
to stay in her seat. Don't forget to thank the ladies when they're
finished. I want a special
thank you for Greta. Go ahead".
With each new step in the trial Pooch was becoming increasingly humbled.
Where at first she
thought she could triumph over pain she found that the most she could
hope for was to keep
her sanity and that was a huge struggle that she had been on the brink
of loosing several
times. Her sense of shame was being taken away from her. It was another
possession, a part
of her personality, that she was no longer allowed to have. How much
more of her
personality will she be forced to give up? She was acting like a common
whore and now she
would be a lesbian whore. Though she still felt shame she could sense
this would fade with
time and repetition. This loss added to her sadness. Physically she was
exhausted. All her
muscles ached from both the earlier beating and the recent rape. Her
breast were still on fire
and her pussy was hyper sensitive to any stimulation at all. A raging
thirst was becoming a
focus point. She had been sweating profusely and hadn't had a drink
since the afternoon.
Pooch new that soon her ass would be a new source of torment. It scared
her because in
every previous task tonight the consequence had been worse than she had
imagined. There
was no reason to expect that it would be any different this time.
Pooch crawled over to Shandra, back arched tits swaying and rubbed her
cheek on
Shandra's red nylons. This was the most revolting thing that she had
ever done and it was
only the beginning.
Shandra grabbed Pooch's hair with both hands and violently yanked her
head back. Pooch
inadvertently looked into Shandra's eyes. The madam's right hand
immediately let go of her
hair and delivered a series of three full force slaps to the slaves
face. Pooch was stunned.
"What's the matter with you? Are you stupid or what?, spit out Shandra.
"You know you
never look a superior in the face!!"
"I'm sorry mistress Shandra", Pooch bawled. This was a new humiliation.
She was being
disciplined like a dog by a total stranger.
"My shoes got a bit muddy on the way over here why don't you like the
soles clean. I don't
want your salty spit ruining the nice leather on top". Shandra crossed
her legs. Pooch's
tongue went to work on the dirty sole. It would have been a lot easier
if she had some spit to
keep her tongue moist. After five minutes Shandra crossed her other leg
letting Pooch start
on a fresh shoe.
"I think we may have found something you are qualified for", said
Shandra.
After a while Pooch was instructed to pull down Shandra's panty hose
and panties, using
her hands, so that they were just above Shandra's knees. The red stained
sanitary napkin
stuck to her panties indicated that Shandra was in the middle of her
period.
"Go over to Greta slave"
Pooch moved her cheek over to Greta's beautiful muscular leg.
Much as Shandra had done before her, Greta snatched two handfuls of
Pooch's damp hair
and pulled them up to her own face.
Pooch's eyes shot to the floor. She had learned her lesson.
When Pooch's lips were directly in front of her own Greta planted a
long, wet and deep kiss
directly on Pooch's dry mouth. It was the sloppiest kiss Pooch had ever
received. Greta's
tongue reached for Pooch's tonsils.
But, this was not an erotic kiss. It was a degrading kiss. The kiss of
death. It was an I can do
whatever I want to do to you, kiss. It was the kiss of Judas. It was a
kiss so overwhelming
that Pooch felt that she had just been buried alive under a hundred feet
of cement.
Greta released the kiss, Pooch slumped back to her knees. She was in a
daze. She wondered,
what had just happened?
Greta brought Pooch back to her senses with a kick to the ribs.
The kick was hard enough to allow the metal toe on Greta's stiletto to
break the skin but not
break a rib.
"Turn your ass around, I want it facing me", ordered Greta in a stern,
cold but very clear and
distinct voice.
"Now I am going to make sure your ass hole is large enough to accept the
Rebel Tamer".
"And by the way, I wish you would do something about your breath. It
smells like shit.
Lucky I have a strong stomach or you'd be licking up puke right now".
With that Greta leaned back in the sofa and with a strong, steady push
she shoved her
stiletto heel straight into Pooch's waiting ass hole right up to the
top. With no lubrication
the two sharp inside edges of Greta's heel cut into Pooch's clenched
sphincter. The edges
cut right into the muscle.
Pooch's world exploded.....
She curled into the tightest, most tiny, most compact, most little ball
in the world. Her arm
buried her head underneath it. Her eyes scrunched shut tighter than they
had ever been
scrunched shut before.
And for a second,... for a slow........ delicious...... second the pain
went away.
Pooch's body had wrested control from her mind. Her intellect was now
only an observer.
Then everything went black.
The suddenness of Greta's attack cut through every defense Pooch could
raise.
First, there was the devastating kiss, then before being able to recover
from that her ass is
torn open by an attack so brutal no one in the room could believe it
happened until they saw
Greta shoving the ringed dildo into Pooch's bloody ass hole.
"I expect my pupils to have a higher tolerance for pain", stated Greta
mater of factly. But
since she isn't yet a student maybe I can let this one pass
Greta buried the pepper sauce grease coated phallus up to the hilt in
Pooch's ass.
Maybe it was the heat that woke the slave from her blissful slumber, but
whatever it was she
was soon screaming and writhing hysterically on the carpet.
"I'm burning up!!"
"Help!! "
"Help me I'm burning up I cant stand it."
"Help me please,"
"Please help me please....."
Pooch continued on wailing and begging. She had no pride left.
For the first time in her life Pooch was totally naked for not only her
body had been striped
bare but so had her soul.
Pooch had lost.
Her mind had been replaced by a clean slate ready to be rewritten. She
would do what ever
she was told to do. Her enslavement was absolute.......
"And I bet you all thought that my little test was going to be the easy
one".
Greta had a huge grin on her face. She had barely started.
She slid of the love seat and sat on her heals next to the broken slave.
Gently Greta picked up Pooch's sweat drenched head and laid it down on
top of her lap.
Her graceful, manicured fingers smoothed the tangles from her hair and
wiped the tears from
her cheeks. Slowly Pooch grew quite, her ranting turned to sobs.
"You know there is nothing to be done about the burning dear", Greta
said in a soft
whispery voice. "Even if I pulled out the dildo the grease would stay
inside and your ass
would still burn. The only thing that would be accomplished is that your
chance to become a
real, true slave would be lost forever. You do want to be a good slave
don't you"?
"Yes mistress Greta, but it hurts so much".
"A good slave must learn to endure what ever her masters wish to subject
her to. I know
that sometimes it may be terribly hard and seem unfair but that's just
how it is for a slave. If
it was easy there would be no point. Now I am going to hurt you very
badly. Don't worry,
no matter how it may feel it will do you no damage and it will make me
feel very, very good.
Isn't that what being a slave is all about, pleasing your mistress
through your suffering"?
"I guess so mistress".
"You know how lucky you are?, Greta went on, "you were born for this.
It's a part of your
natural being you want to be a slave more than you want anything else.
Most of my
customers don't have that advantage. They've been sold by boy friends or
by their parents or
kidnapped of the street. For them slavery is very hard.
"Now be a good girl and bury your face in mistress Shandra's pussy and
spread your legs
wide for me while I attach these straps to myself. Now get Shandra to
climax, I'll take care
of myself. In a few minutes the worst will be over".
Pooch obeyed Greta's instructions.
She was starting to feel very different about herself. Greta was right,
she understood. Pooch
thought, "I was born to be a slave and my purpose is to serve the wishes
of my masters. I
can't keep thinking about myself or my fate, I have surrendered that to
others. All I have to
think about is pleasing my masters, nothing more or nothing less. If I
can do that everything
else will take care of itself".
Pooch buried her face in Shandra's snatch and it felt good.
It felt good because it was hot.
It felt good because it was very slippery wet.
It felt good because it smelled.
It felt good because it was hard to breath.
It felt good because it was so hairy.
It felt good because all the menstrual blood.
Pooch's face belonged there. It was its natural habitat.
Her tongue reached out to lap Shandra's pussy . She lapped it from her
ass hole to the top of
her mons. Pooch's lips found the tiny clit and quickly engulfed it, She
sucked it hard pulling
it into her mouth. It tasted salty.
Pooch winced a few times as the torture dildo moved around a bit as
Greta strapped herself
into the apparatus. She had simply kneeled behind Pooch and lifted up
her skirt. Greta had
worn stay ups with no panties.
Pooch gasped as Greta began to withdraw, Sharp pain enveloped her
insides. Her cut anus
felt like it was being ripped wide open. All of this additional pain
came on top of the inferno
that continued to burn the intestine. When Greta changed direction and
thrust in it was like
ten nipple clamps had been released and then snapped back all at the
same time. The effect
again exceeded anything Pooch could imagine. All she could do was go
rigid burying her
mouth in Shandra's muff. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Would
she pass out
again? There was one profound change. Pooch felt no anger or resentment.
It was something
she had to endure, it was as simple as that.
A half minute passed and except for some muffled grunts Pooch remained
frozen. Shandra
pulled her head back by the hair.
"Don't you have a job to do"?, she asked gruffly then shoved Pooch's
face back into her
crotch.
Pooch slowly restarted her tongue.
By the time both women had an orgasm Pooch was a physical wreck with
still two more
tasks to go. The judge called a short recess. Ed led Pooch to the
washroom where she was
allowed to refresh herself from the toilet bowl and gather what little
strength she had left.
On returning to the living room Pooch's eyes bugged out and jaw drooped.
There stood the
two largest dogs that she had ever seen.
"I bet you can guess what the next test is going to be", said Marla in a
mocking tone. "These
beautiful animals are in greater need of relief than even their master
was. While Boner and
Clyde are guests in this house you are their slave just as much as if
they were human. As
long as you are my property you will never assume that your status is
above that of any
animal that might share this house, don't ever forget that. You are
going to service both of
these animals while we watch. You will give both oral and vaginal sex on
both animals until
they are satisfied. It could take a while. Showing enthusiasm is vital
since pain is much less
of a factor here. To make sure the dogs go for the right hole and don't
end up burning their
dicks on the hot grease in your ass you will wear this tail which Ed is
going to insert. The tail
has a coating that smells like a bitch in heat. It will help get Boner
and Clyde in the right
frame of mind. You will act like a dog throughout the session".
The scene before her caught Pooch unprepared. Nothing in her imagination
had ever
included her naked in front of total strangers wearing a but plug tail
and sucking on a dogs
dick while another dog is humping her from behind.
The dogs had no such apprehension. They were a couple of Newfoundlands,
very intelligent,
even tempered and very large, easily weighing fifty pounds more tan
Pooch. The dogs
belonged to Mark who often used them in films. Intercourse with human
females was the
only sexual activity these brothers had ever known. Their wagging tails
gave away the
feeling of excitement that they felt.
Pooch got down on all fours and spread her legs waiting for Ed to insert
the but plug. Ed
put a liberal coating of the peppered grease on this new toy and shoved
it up Pooch's rectum
which still gaped open from the previous treatment. Under normal
circumstances Pooch
would have screamed in pain as the thick end of the plug dilated her
dark hole and reopened
previous wounds but in the context of what she had been through this
pain was tolerable.
As Ed returned to his chair to watch Pooch began to crawl towards the
dogs. Her tongue
hung out of her mouth as she panted in doggy fashion. The dogs started
toward her. They all
met in the center of the room.
Boner, the more dominant of the pair, went straight to Pooch's up thrust
posterior sniffing
licking and growing increasingly more excited. In response Pooch spread
her legs wider
hoping to entice the huge dog to mount her. At the same time she slowly
crawled toward
Clyde. The stage was set for the slave girl to do what only hours ago
she would have rather
died than do. Her tongue thrust from her open mouth and began to lick
Clyde's flaccid penis.
As Clyde began to grow Boner 's forelegs landed on Pooch's whipped back
eliciting a gasp
from her. The dogs long pink penis searched for the hole then found it.
In the mean time
Clyde's shaft had left the protection of its sheath filling Pooch's
mouth.
Boner began to thrust into his new mate at a faster and faster rate,
much faster than any man
had fucked her. Her cunt hurt because of the earlier whipping, so any
real enjoyment was
impossible, yet as abhorrent as her actions were this wasn't nearly as
bad as she had feared.
Her mouth and tongue aggressively worked on Clyde feeling his member
stiffen and tense.
Both dogs came at almost the same time filling both of Pooch's ends with
copious amount of
dog cum. Pooch also faked orgasm in an attempt to convince the audience
that she was truly
enjoying the moment.
Pooch had to swallow twice to empty her mouth of the dog sperm. When
Clyde pulled out
she continued to lick the dogs cock and balls till the dog turned
around and started to lick
her face and mouth. Pooch was touched by the gentleness of the big
animal opening her
own mouth to French the big animal. Boner, in the other end, stayed put.
Pooch could feel
his penis grow larger as the dog knotted. In nature this action helped
to ensure that the
sperm wouldn't leak out thus increasing the likelihood of fertilization.
Five minutes passed
before the dog separated from his bitch. During this time Clyde regained
his masculine
strength and awaited his turn at the strange dogs pussy.
Pooch wondered whether animal love would be the only love she would
receive if she were
allowed to live in Marla's world.
After a couple more turns at Pooch's mouth and pussy the dogs lost
interest. Pooch was
directed back to her position on the coffee table.
Like Jasmine on the video screen Pooch felt more dead than alive. She
had endured more
pain and humiliation than she had ever thought possible. What more could
they do to her?
"I have to admit that I didn't think you would make it this far",
commented Marla. "There is
just one last task to go and then it's up to the jury. Bailiff, would
you please bring in the
chair".
Ed returned carrying a red velvet, high backed arm chair. It was a very
special chair it's
function was immediately understood by anybody that saw it. The chair
was missing the seat
cushion, instead an oak toilet seat took its place. There was also a
pair of wrist cuffs
attached near the top of the front legs.
"What do you think this last task is going to be Pooch?", asked her
mistress.
Pooch's face went red in humiliation, still she knew that she had
better answer.
"People are going to go to the bathroom on me mistress?", she whimpered.
"Not quite", answered Marla. "It's much more intimate. Try again".
"People are going to go in my mouth, mistress", said Pooch in despair.
"That's better", said Marla. "Your mouth is going to be used as a
toilet and your belly will
be the receiving tank. After watching you clean up the playroom floor
earlier I think this will
be a breeze for you. You will, of course swallow everything put in your
mouth and keep it
down. I understand that your stomach has a limited capacity so if more
than two people shit
in your mouth you will be allowed to throw up in a bucket, otherwise you
will keep it all in.
Anybody shitting will squeeze off the turds into mouthfuls for you so
you better not let
anything fall on my carpet and you better swallow fast. I don't think
anybody wants to be
touched by your dirty, dog loving, shit eating mouth so there is a
funnel at the front of the
seat to pee in with a hose that you will put in your mouth to collect
the pee. Now go lie
down on your back under the chair and place your wrists on the straps so
you can be locked
in".
As Ed secured the slaves wrists to the chair legs the depth to which she
had fallen sunk into
her consciousness. Only a few hours ago she was Ed's slave lover,
comfortable and secure in
her position. Now she was the property of a woman that she hated with a
status below even
that of a dog. She was a human toilet and even that had to be fought
for.
Pooch could hear the jurors discussing as to who should go first, It
ended up being Mark.
He sauntered over to the special chair, pulled down his pants and sat
down on the chair.
Pooch had the best view of a mans ass that she had ever had in her
life. It was not a pretty
sight.
"I've been saving this just for you cunt", Mark said.
A thick hard dark turd began to emerge from Marks ass heading straight
for Pooch's gaping
mouth. As he squeezed off the first piece Pooch had somewhat more than a
mouthful of the
acrid shit. She extended her lips to surround the piece and keep any
from falling on the
floor. She bit of a piece and swallowed. Immediately her stomach reacted
trying to bring up
the vile turd. It took all of her concentration to keep it down.
Quickly, she knew` there was
little time, Pooch bit off the second piece and swallowed. The third
swallow finished the first
mouthful. It was just in time as Marks ass hole opened up again
expelling the next load.
Again her mouth was filled with excrement and again Pooch struggled to
move it into her
rebellious stomach. Mark dumped two more loads into her mouth, more than
a large meal.
Pooch's belly was nearly full.
"I'm going to piss now", Mark exclaimed.
A heavy stream of urine cascaded down the tube into Pooch's mouth from
Mark's beer
engorged bladder. It just kept coming and coming. The human toilet could
barely keep up.
Finally it stopped. Marked wiped his ass with toilet paper and shoved
that into Pooch's
mouth. She swallowed that too.
Pooch tried to relax her stomach and get it to convince herself that
what she had swallowed
was not a big deal but her stomach continued to spasm. How she would
handle the next load
she didn't know.
Shandra's naked ass hole stared at Pooch's face next. She was also going
to shit.
To Pooch this was an even more disgusting assault than Mark's. She was a
woman on her
period. Her ass smelled awful even before she shit. When her sphincter
opened out flowed a
loose, light brown mass that required almost no chewing. The shit just
oozed out of
Shandra's ample ass. It flowed like molasses out her hole and into
Pooch's waiting mouth.
The bitterness dried up any saliva that she left in her mouth. The only
way that this river of
shit moved down her throat was because she knew that if she didn't
swallow she would be
tortured to death. Pooch would have preferred red hot needles through
her tits to this. The
stream of urine that followed was almost a relief. The toilet paper that
went into her mouth
was also covered in menstrual juice. This coated Pooch's tongue in red.
Desperately she
tried to blank from her mind what she was doing in the hope of easing
the distress in her
stomach. If only her stomach wasn't so full.
Garret was next to step up to the plate. As his naked bottom stared at
Pooch's bottom he let
go of a major fart. Nothing followed from his shit hole but a long
stream of urine flowed
from Garret's beer filled balder. The stream seemed to go on forever
getting harder and
harder for Pooch to swallow as her belly distended from all the
excrement.
Pooch kept remembering that if more than two people were going to
defecate into her
mouth she would be allowed to puck into a bucket to make room. How she
needed that
bucket. It didn't come. What did come was another stream of pee from
Steve' dick. It
brought Pooch to her physical limit. The end of his stream just lay in
Pooch's mouth, there
was just no room to swallow.
Ed rested a large plastic bucket on the quivering slaves throbbing
breasts. its lip resting just
under her chin.
"Go ahead", he said.
Up came the most horrid mixture of chunky shit, liquid shit, piss and
stomach acids. Ed's
stomach turned as he caught a whiff of the odor that began to permeate
the room. He felt
sorry for the poor girl. Marla didn't.
"That's enough", Marla said. "She's made enough room. Close the bucket
before we all get
sick".
Ed dragged the edge of the bucket over Pooch's chin and lower lip
scraping up some of the
vomit that had landed there. He placed the lid back on the pail and
quickly carried it out of
the room.
Jordan was in no rush to head over to the special chair. He really
didn't have to go. The fact
was that he just didn't want to deprive himself of this opportunity to
defecate directly into a
woman's mouth. Eventually his big black butt was parked over the slave
girls face. Jordan
strained to release his load.
Pooch felt relieved after emptying most of her stomach's contents into
the bucket though her
stomach was still uneasy. There was the added misery from some of the
vomit having
entered her nose and sinuses. The awful fluid was all she could taste
and smell.
Jordan succeeded in only producing a small stool that Pooch managed to
consume in a few
swallows. The stream of urine that followed was far more copious, but
the newly made
space in her stomach handled it easily. Jordan's small deposit had saved
Pooch's life.
Only Greta remained. She pulled up her tight skirt, spread her
magnificent cheeks apart with
her hands and sat down. Her skin was clear and unblemished. The buttocks
were
simultaneously firm and yet soft and inviting. The luxuriant fur
surrounding her sex begged
to have someone's face nestled in it. Her brownie was small yet well
defined and dark.
Pooch couldn't understand what was going on inside of her. What she felt
was not revulsion.
as she looked up at the dominatrix's posterior, but eager anticipation.
Was it because her
ordeal was almost over, or was it something else.
Greta's small puckered ass hole began to open up exposing the tip of a
large, well formed
chocolate brown turd. The slaves eager tongue came out to great it and
help guide it past
her eager lips into her mouth. As Greta squeezed of the first piece
Pooch's lips extended out
to surround it. Her tongue caressed the sides feeling the semi firm
texture and tasting the
sweet bitterness which was somehow no longer revolting. Pooch didn't
even notice that her
stomach had stopped churning. She did notice that all the awfulness of
the previous deposits
had been replaced by the taste of Greta. She was able to swallow her
with no more difficulty
than she would have had swallowing a banana.
Greta mentioned to the audience that she believed in a high fiber diet
so she generated turds
that were very substantial. The load being ejected from her bottom
seemed to go on and on
more than making up for Jordan's small deposit. By the time she was
finished Pooch's belly
was once again filled. The stream of golden urine that followed once
again brought Pooch to
the bursting point only this time she felt satisfied instead of sick.
Watching Greta clean
herself with the toilet paper Pooch found herself wishing that she could
perform the task
herself using her own tongue.
None of Pooch's behavior was lost on Marla.
"Bailiff would you please hang the slut from the ceiling in the playroom
while the jury
deliberates it's decision. I don't want to take any chance of her
escaping or killing herself",
ordered Marla.
The other day I found an amusing and informative text file on
some BBS or other, explaining how to make a lifelike, artificial
vagina "out of common household products."
Hey, I thought, I've tried that. (Bet you have, too. Be honest.)
I was intrigued.
The guy who wrote it calls his device Porta-Pussy. It involves a
mailing tube, a string, and a balloon. Basically, you lower the
balloon into the tube, stretch the neck of the balloon to overlap
the outer edge of the tube, then use the string to stretch the
balloon down the length of the tube.
He suggests taping the tube to the edge of a table, kneeling down
and licking it for a while, then standing up and fucking it.
I just tried fucking it. It wasn't bad. I decided not to try the
advanced applications, though, which include sticking a dildo up
your ass and drinking the cum as it leaks out of the tube. Another
time, maybe.
But I did admire his imaginative design; simple to make, reasonable
facsimile, easy cleanup (throw away the balloon). His description
made fun reading, too; "How I Spell Relief." I encourage others to
download his file (called IWACK1.ZIP).
So, in a spirit of sharing, here's my technique. It doesn't look
as authentic as his, and it takes more preparation, but I think
it feels MUCH closer to the real thing. Close your eyes and the
PseudoCunt (this name just occurred to me; snappy, huh?) feels
just EXACTLY like a warm, wet, tight pussy.
You think I'm kidding, right? Nope. Read on, if you're so inclined.
CONTENTS:
1- Registration
2- Materials & Ingredients
3- Construction
4- How to Use
5- Hints & Techniques
6- Troubleshooting
7- Why I Created PseudoCunt
REGISTRATION:
Ha, ha. Get it? It's software. Real soft. If you figure
out who I am, send me some money. PseudoCunt is not
shareware, by the way. It's recommended for use alone.
MATERIALS & INGREDIENTS:
* Cylindrical container (see below)
* Large pot (3-4 quart capacity)
* Butter or margarine (2-3 tablespoons)
* Vegetable oil (just a drop or two)
* Saran Wrap or equivalent
* Spaghetti or fettucini (lots; two boxes)
* Sturdy rubber band
* Several big, firm sofa cushions (optional)
* Your favorite masturbation fantasies in magazine, video,
gif, or virtual form
CONSTRUCTION:
1- Find a suitable container. This is the tough part. The
best one I've found is an overlarge Mason-type jar (about
11" tall), though these are hard to find. Second choice
would be a length of PVC pipe sealed at one end, or a
mailing tube, but it should be at least five inches in
diameter. A half-gallon cardboard milk carton might work,
with clever modifications.
2- In a large pot, bring two or three quarts of water to
full boil. Add a tablespoon of vegetable oil and a pinch of
salt. Boil spaghetti to aldente texture (about 8 minutes).
Any pasta will do, but I find spaghetti and fettucini most
satisfactory.
3- Drain spaghetti, but do not rinse. Mix in A FEW DROPS of
vegetable oil (be CAREFUL not to use too much; use just
enough to keep the spaghetti from sticking together) and
stir well. Set aside in colander until cool enough to handle.
4- While spaghetti is cooling, melt some butter (not much; about
1/3 of one of those little butter pats you get with toast in
a diner is enough). Don't let it boil; 15-30 seconds in the
microwave should do it.
5- Stuff spaghetti into the container described in Step 1.
Really pack it in tightly; as tight as you can cram it in.
This is crucial to success. I use wooden cooking implements
to tamp it down. When the jar is about 3/4 full, bore a hole
down the center with something long and moderately thin (I
use the long handle of a wooden stirring spoon) and continue
packing spaghetti around it, up the brim. Remember to pack
tightly; spaghetti will compress a lot more than you'd think.
6- At this point, remove the rod or dowel or whatever, and
pour a SMALL amount of melted butter down into the little
hole to lubricate it. (By the way, I've found that butter or
margarine feels much more like the creamy inside of an
aroused cunt than any kind of oil; and I've tried quite a
few). Stick your finger in and work the lubrication down
into the little hole. Feels interesting, doesn't it? Close
your eyes and probe, slowly; does that feel just EXACTLY
like a wet pussy hole, or what?
7- Now, use something wider and slightly tapered to widen the
mouth of the surrogate vagina (I use the neck of a wine or
beer bottle). Do this gently, and don't widen it to your
full dick diameter; you want it to be nice and tight.
8- Cut a generous length of Saran Wrap and stretch it tightly
over the mouth of the jar. Fasten it tightly with the
rubber band. Now punch a hole in the Saran Wrap in the
obvious place. (Use a pencil, or a spoon handle, not a
knife; a sharp cut will make the Saran Wrap tear.)
HOW TO USE:
1- Pile two or more big, thick sofa cushions on top of each
other. Make an identical pile next to the first, leaving a
12-inch space between the two piles.
2- In the space between the cushions, spread a towel (or
newspaper) on the floor. If properly constructed, your
PseudoCunt should not make a mess unless you really get
carried away, but it's a good idea to protect against this
possibility.
3- Position the PseudoCunt jar on the floor between the two
cushion piles.
4- Lie across the cushion piles, chest on one, thighs on the
other, dick dangling in the space between. Now, gaze lovingly
at whatever fantasy object you prefer, tease the head of your
dick against the warm, slick mouth and begin fucking.
HINTS AND TECHNIQUES:
* Before you get started, check with your finger to make
sure your PseudoCunt has cooled to the proper temperature.
You don't want to burn yourself. Optimum temperature should
be obvious if you're a reasonably sexually active person.
Push your finger in as deeply as you can; the bottom of the
jar may be too hot even though the mouth is a nice, warm,
cuntlike temperature.
* The PseudoCunt is not recommended for quickies. Choose a
time when you're absolutely certain you'll be alone and
undisturbed. PseudoCunt takes some time to prepare, and a
fair amount of what's called in cinema and theater circles
'suspension of disbelief.' It can't be fully enjoyed if
you're worried about your wife or girlfriend walking in and
finding you fucking a jar of spaghetti.
* Size of the container is important. Make sure it is at
least two inches deeper than your dick is long, and wide
enough so that your dick is surrounded by a generous cushion
of pseudo cuntflesh. You don't want to bang up against the
hard sides or bottom of the thing at a crucial moment.
* Shape of the container is important, too. I like the jumbo
jar configuration because the "shoulders" of the jar where
the neck narrows help to keep the spaghetti in place when
you withdraw on the out-strokes.
* Don't use too much butter. A very small amount should suffice.
Remember that your own secretions will increase the lubricating
effect. It's not generally recognized that grease and oils
actually DE-sensitize erectile tissue. A thin coat of oil on
your dick is like wearing a condom. I find that the absolutely
perfect effect is achieved by adding just a *tiny* amount of
butter, then slathering saliva all over my dick just before
first penetration. The combination of butter, saliva and natural
lubrication that leaks from your dick feels closer to authentic
vagina arousal than any oil I've ever tried.
* Make adequate preparations. Arrange your favorite magazines
on the floor in front of you, or display a particularly
fascinating GIF, or make sure the VCR is cued up and the
remote is handy. One of the real joys of using PseudoCunt is
that it leaves both hands free to work the VCR remote or
languidly browse through magazines, savoring the tight cunt
sucking wetly at your dick with each slight movement of your
hips. With careful preparation it's a damned comfortable
position, and you can just lie there for as long as you please,
indulging as many fantasies as your self-control will allow.
* For best results, fuck slowly and gently on first
penetration. This allows the PseudoCunt hole to adjust to
the proper diameter.
* Don't ram your dick in to the bottom at first. Go slowly,
and try to restrain yourself as long as possible, fucking a
just a little deeper at a time. Each time you stroke a
little deeper, the PseudoCunt is a little tighter, and
incrementally warmer. The sensation is fabulous if prolonged.
I like to keep the last inch or so unpenetrated until I'm
just at the point of cumming, then grunt and howl and plunge
to the bottom and blast my sperm into the tight warmth deep
down inside.
* Sound effects, if authentic, can really heighten the effect.
Porn videos just don't do it for me. Too contrived. I have a
few audio tapes that do, though, and once in a while I'll put
on the headphones while fucking my Pseudocunt. One is a tape
I made by concealing the microphone in the headboard of the
bed before fucking my wife doggy-style (you should consider
trying this; it's incredibly arousing to hear the rutting
grunts and screams of a woman you know). The rest are
recordings of phone-sex conversations with two former
girlfriends -- one in particular, whose panting and gasping
and whimpering as she masturbates is truly phenomenal.
* Shed all inhibitions. Admit to yourself that, while this may
seem truly bizarre behavior, it feels incredibly good. Get
hedonistic. Get totally naked. Or wear leather, or panties
and a bra, or clothespins on your scrotum, whatever makes your
dick throb and ooze.
TROUBLESHOOTING
If you experience problems with your PseudoCunt, the fault most
likely lies in your choice of materials, or lack of attention to
proper construction techniques.
Commonly experienced problems usually have simple solutions:
Too hot for comfort
If too hot, allow to cool at room temperature. Don't get
impatient and put it in the freezer, or outside in a
snowbank. If it cools unevenly, you're in for a very
unpleasant surprise.
Not warm enough
If too cool, place jar in a pan of water on the stove and
simmer for at least 30 minutes. To spread heat more evenly,
make sure the water covers at least 2/3 of the jar, and
place a wire rack beneath the jar to raise it off the bottom
of the pan. If a glass jar is used, you can heat it in a
microwave oven for a minute or so. [This procedure is not
recommended if using a waxed cardboard milk carton.]
These heating techniques, by the way, are handy for repeated
use of your PseudoCunt between washings, unless you're too
squeamish for sloppy seconds.
It's also occurred to me that a hair dryer might be a quick
alternative, but I haven't tried this. I'm not sure I could
maintain a hardon or a straight face kneeling there naked
and blow-drying a jar of spaghetti.
Bits of greasy spaghetti cling to your dick on withdrawal
This is normal. While the problem cannot be eliminated
entirely, the effect can be minimized by several means:
1- Make sure spaghetti is packed in VERY tightly.
2- Use a high-shouldered jar (see above) to help keep
the spaghetti in place on the out strokes.
3- Make sure hole in Saran Wrap is not too large.
Punch, do not cut, this hole to prevent tearing.
PseudoCunt makes distracting slurping noises
You used too much butter, or oil, or both. Or you've gang-
banged your PseudoCunt one too many times and you need to
clean it out and start over again at Step 2.
Of course, if you want to fantasize about oral sex, this
could be regarded as a design feature rather than a problem.
Greasy stains on sofa cushions
My wife responds to greasy stains on upholstery by
immediately dumping a big pile of talcum powder on the
spill, letting it sit for a while, vacuuming it off later,
then calling in a professional furniture cleaner to finish
the job.
I try to avoid stains by making sure the Saran Wrap is
tightly secured with the rubber band, and by spreading a
towel over the leading edge of the sofa cushion pile. I'd
rather not have to explain PseudoCunt stains to my wife.
Fetid stench
Throw away the spaghetti and wash the damn thing. Unless
mold and bacteria growth play an essential role in your
sexual fantasies, repeated use of the PseudoCunt is not
recommended beyond, say, 24 hours. Refrigerate after use.
WHY I CREATED PSEUDOCUNT
No, I'm not a social outcast or a phobic recluse. I have a
normal sex life (pretty fabulous, actually) so I should
explain why I continued to experiment with masturbation
techniques in adulthood, long after abandoning the clumsy
remedies most teens invent to draw off excess spunk.
One reason is simply that I'm a very sensuous person with a
vivid imagination. I've found that I can occasionally attain
amazing heights of sexual arousal when I masturbate. At the
risk of sounding immodest, I've induced some of the best
orgasms I've ever had.
Another reason is that I am aware of absolutely no physical
or psychological reasons not to masturbate, and can't help
wondering if the world might not be a better place if more
people did. Whether they use fists or balloons or spaghetti.
Finally, it provides a fabulous way to indulge certain sexual
fantasies that just can't be shared no matter how skilled and
understanding one's lover may be. Know what I mean?
If you're inclined to give this thing a try, I hope it
enhances your own secret fantasies as much as it does mine.
If you have a technique of your own, write it up and post it
for others to share. If you find the whole concept disgusting,
why did you read this far?
Unfortunately this post was disparaging of Slashcode. Any post that is not wildly enthusiastic about the turd shat out by CmdrTaco upon the toilet of the Internet, should be modded down accordingly.
Window Mangers in generals are pretty gay. They're the Linux equivillant of the Christopher Lowell show. Real men use the command line. I myself don't use the command line because I'm fruitier than CmdrTaco in a sailor's outfit in Hawaii, bringing me a frosty glass of Zima!!!
Thanks. Its nice to be back. I'm spinning off that whole VB thing into its own troll. Keep watching for it!!
PS: It might be a few days before it gets posted because the homosexual cabal of devil-worshipping Slashdot editors keeps bitchslapping me for posting the truth:(
GTK has ceased work on 2.0. It was posted a week or so ago on Slashdot. I'll find the article if I can. Apparently GTK decided that C++ was too slow compared to C, so they've decided to work with the KDE team and make KDE shine!!
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
Hello. I'm a troll, but this post isn't. Basically here's what'll probably happen. You'll release your compiler (and I have enormous respect for anyone who can code a complier. Pointers still make me cringe) after a lot of people here encourage you to do so.
However, none of them will purchase it. Most Linux users expect to get their software for free. Someone got modded down as a troll for this, but really its true. Observe how many posts a story involving MP3s gets! No one wants to pay for their music. What makes you think they're going to pay for your software when they can either use GCC, or pirate it.:(
So when you decide on how far you want to go with this project, don't really listen to Slashdot comments. Everyone will want you to release it, but then no one will pay for it. Instead do what any real business does and do surveys of potential clients. I'm sure someone with more business experience than I can help you out with this.
MOST OF ALL DON'T LISTEN TO SLASHDOT! IT WILL ONLY LEAD YOU TO RUIN!!
The Hidenburg's problem was that it was powered by a weak and ineffective Open Source OS. Had it been run by Windows, or even the MacOS it would not have crashed. But thats what you get for trusting something to a project written by hobbyists in their spare time.
I expect to be able to configure Linux as I configure Windows2000. When properly changing Linux to work as I need it to do causes it to crash, its clear that Linux lags far behind.
Furthermore, Linux desperately needs to convert to VB. C is a slow and outdated language that is used only be script kiddies and whatnot. Most serious programmers prefer to use VB. I would not be suprised to see a VB-coded kernel run, in some functions, up to 10x faster.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
I suppose if you look long and hard enough you might be able to find a case or two to say otherwise, but Windows 2000 is vastly superior to Linux in most everyway. Its more reliable, infinitely more userfriendly, better supported, etc. I could keep going on and on but instead I've got to figure out why my window manager is all fucked up.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
Millions of dollars. Combatting mindless Slashdot groupthink is tedious and expensive. I've worked previously as a cult deprogrammer and the parallels between many religious cults and Slashdot are frightening.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
Word. Be sure to read my follow up on the superiority of VB. I should spin that off into a troll of its own, I think. Hmmm...maybe when I finish my "WHY PYTHON IS BETTER THAN PERL" flamebait I might just do that.
I haven't had this much fun since the alt.syntax.tactical days.:)
Please don't even think to comment on my knowledge. Its clear by your post how little you really do know. VB an interpretted language? Hardly.
VB is the langauge of choice for programming professionals world wide. Not only is Windows coded in VB (at least Windows 2000 and XP. I think older versions were still coded in the antiquated VC++) but Quake III, Diablo, most Adobe apps and most high-end 3D renderers are written in VB.
As soon as Linux begins to be coded in VB instead of the slow and inefficient C, you'll see it begin to be accepted by more real companies.
I like that one, but I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL. is my favorite. Someone always falls for that one and works themselves into a frenzy. I should mail this to RMS sometime.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
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Part 5 - The Trial (Part II)
The first two tests had brought Pooch to the very brink of loosing her
mind. While her
intellect said obey, do exactly as your told or else the hurt will be
much worse her body only
perceived that the more she obeyed the worse the hurt became and it was
time to run away
from the pain. The urge to close her eyes and curl up into a tight
little ball was
overwhelming. During the short break between tasks Pooch's intellect
was able to regain a
larger proportion of control but she feared that another task that
tested her endurance to
pain would be more than she could handle.
She would get a break from pure pain. In its place would come pure
shame.
Having been instructed in the requirements of task number three Pooch
crawled over to the
couch where the four male jurors were seated. Her back was arched and
her dangling breasts
swung from side to side with each stride. Mouth slightly open she licked
her lips and forced
a smile trying to entice the strange men to mount her. Pooch was a
bitchslave, part human,
part dog. Her task was to get all four men to come at the same time
using her entire body
but not touching their sex organs with her hands. Most importantly they
had to convinced
that she was enjoying every minute.
Enjoyment was going to be the last thing that she actually felt. Pooch
was no slut. She was
an intensely private person, painfully shy and ashamed of her need to be
dominated. The
main reason she had not left Ed, when she was given the opportunity,
was that she couldn't
see herself going out into the real world and finding someone else that
could take his place.
What would people think when they saw the marks of ten years of
subjugation covering her
body. She would be too embarrassed to expose herself to anyone else but
Ed. Now she had
to make out like a common whore soliciting sex from strangers she could
never like. The
problem was her life depended on it so the licking tongue, swaying hips
and swinging tits
advanced forward.
As she neared the edge of the sofa Pooch leaned foreword rubbing up
enticingly against
Steve's leg with her cheek sliding up and down, sticking out her tongue
and panting softly.
She then slid her face farther up until it contacted the surgeons crotch
pushing her nose deep
into the crevice until it massaged the very erect penis. Getting these
men aroused was not
going to be much of a problem but how she would get all four of them off
at the same time
was still a mystery to her.
After rubbing up against his crotch for a minute she attacked his belt
buckle with her teeth
then moving on to undue the waist band and pulling down his zipper.
Pooch then latched on
to the top of Steve's boxers with her teeth and pulled them down hooking
them underneath
his sweaty hairy balls, exposing the excited cock for all to see. She
gave it a long slow lick
from the base of his balls to the tip of the slimy head and then moved
her performance over
to Garret.
As she moved over Pooch swallowed the precum that her tongue had picked
up off the end
of Garret's penis. The smile on her face belied the revulsion she felt.
When she pulled down
Garret's zipper and saw the yellow stain on his white jockeys it turned
her stomach. As her
tongue snaked through the fly toward his pulsing dick she could smell
the pungent smell of
urine and thought, how could any woman possibly want to do this for a
living? Softly and
carefully using tongue and teeth Pooch pulled the rigid snake out from
the protection of
Garret's shorts. She used her lips to pull down the foreskin and ready
it for action. He
breathed heavily trying to keep himself cool and in control while all
the while he really
wanted to shoot his load into the gentle mouth he was quickly falling in
love with. The look
of desire never left Pooch's face. She kissed the cock head then slid
over to prepare Jordan.
There was nothing Jordan enjoyed more than being serviced by and
dominating white
women. With Pooch on her hands and knees prepared to expose his manhood
with her
docile mouth he was in his glory. Jordan sat on the sofa legs spread,
his body language
saying service me bitch.
Pooch had never had sex with a black man. She didn't feel she was a
racist but still she felt
that somehow this was an another step in her degradation. It was Jordan
who had come up
with the pussy whipping test. She hatted him.
"Lets go bitch. Show me how much you love black cock".
Don't these guys ever wash?, thought Pooch as her mouth worked on
freeing Jordan's dick.
The mingled smells of sweat, urine and precum was turning her stomach.
As her mouth
began inhaling the dirty dick she heard Mark get up and pull down his
own jeans.
Apparently he had grown impatient. He moved behind her and placed his
hands on her waist.
Her rape was about to begin.
Jordan grabbed Pooch by the hair and shoved her head down on his cock
gagging her with
his dick. At the same time Mark thrust deep into the cunt he had so
savagely whipped just
minutes before. Once again Pooch was thrown into a world of pain she
dared not try to
escape. Garret climbed on top of her hips, positioning himself ahead of
Mark he pushed into
Pooches dark hole restretching the skin just ahead of her anus that had
been torn preparing
for the whipping, Each thrust by either Mark or Garret seemed to rip her
apart.
"Move it slut", boomed Mark, "if I wanted a dead lay I'd be humping
Jasmine."
Agonizingly Pooch started to move back and forth in rhythm with the two
men at her rear.
Each thrust brought a fresh jolt of ripping, tearing pain. At the other
end her ability to breath
was seriously jeopardized by the smelly cock lodged in the back of her
throat.
"What are you going to do about Steve?", joked Jordan. "You seems to be
out of holes
bitch".
For Jordan it was funny for Pooch it was cause for more panic. What
could she do? She had
to get all four men off at once. Her mind raced. She was rewarded with
clarity. Pooch
suddenly understood what she had to do and how the previous tasks were
in preparation for
her rape.
Pooch grabbed her burning breasts with her hands hand started slapping
them together.
"I think she wants to tit fuck you Steve", said Mark. "You better get
underneath".
Steve slid his hips underneath Pooch's tortured tits. Pooch lowered her
chest and grabbed
Steve between her tits pushing them together from the side with her
hands squeezing his
throbbing cock. She started into a rocking rhythm moving her rear back
and forth her chest
up and down and her head up and down together with her chest.
Sweat poured out of her body in response to the strain as well as the
pain. She was
exhausted.
As she sensed the men were approaching climax Pooch began to moan. She
thought she had
better fake it.
Garret and Jordan shot their loads at almost the same time. Pooch first
gagged and then
stifled a cough in a desperate attempt to contain Jordan's sperm within
her mouth. The
stifled cough sent some of his seed up and out her nose. She tried to
snort it back in.
"Mmmmm" she moaned as she swallowed the vile load.
The two men fucking her pain centers came shortly after covering her
chest with cum and
leaving her with a dripping anus and cunt. There was a fair bit of blood
mixed with the jism
dripping from her cunt. Pooch was so relieved it was almost over.
She crawled over to Mark and used her mouth and tongue to clean up his
penis. Jordan was
cleaned while being serviced so he was OK. Mark was cleaned next. Garret
was the nasty
one to clean up since he had been in her shit hole but at this point
Pooch didn't much mind.
Soon she had put away the blanket placed on the carpet for her
performance and returned
the coffee table to its proper spot. Eyes on the torture of Jasmine she
awaited task four.
"Did you enjoy your time with the boys?", asked Marla.
"Yes mistress, I loved serving them", came the reply.
"Would you like to fuck them again?.
"If it pleases you I would love to fuck them again".
"Well, if they decide to let you live I am sure you will get many
opportunities, but now It's
time to see if you can please the ladies. I am sure you will enjoy
servicing them as much as
you enjoyed doing the men. Now since using your hands directly wasn't
allowed when you
did the men it would only be right that they be off limits with the
ladies too. Obviously you
can use your mouth on one of the ladies. Greta was nice enough to bring
in this very special
device that she calls her Rebel Tamer. She says one session with it will
turn the toughest
man into a whimpering docile lamb".
Marla held up a shiny black strap on dildo that was very large though
not monstrous, maybe
two and a half inches in diameter by a foot long. On the back end there
was a rubber cup
shaped to conform to a girls crotch with a series of thin, soft rubber
fingers that would
stimulate her pussy and especially her clit as the dildo moved back and
forth. The business
end of the Rebel Tamer had a feature Pooch had never seen before.
Running up the entire
length of the instrument were twelve pairs of rings that looked like
very thin metal washers.
There was a space of a couple of millimeters separating the rings in
each pair.
"You will notice these rings", said Marla. "As this moves back and forth
in your hole the
rings are pushed together caching and pinching any flesh caught between
them. The grip
isn't strong enough to actually cause much damage but I'm told it feels
like someone has
gone to work on your insides with a dozen pairs of pliers. To add to
the stimulation Greta
has also brought in this special lubricating cream mixed with avery
special hot sauce. It's the
hottest hot sauce we know of. Since it's mixed in with grease and not
water soluble it stays
were it's put for a very long time. You should find this combination
extremely stimulating.
Now, spread your cunt lips I want to see how much damage there is.
Marla came over to examine Pooch's severely damaged vagina. Pooch held
it spread open
for examination with her finger tips.
"It looks pretty bad", said Marla. Greta is going to have to make use
your ass hole. You will
make these ladies feel very special, remember that they are your
mistresses as much as I am
when you are servicing them. I think you should start with your dog act
and then they will
direct you from there. You can lay the blanket down in front of Shandra.
I think she is going
to stay in her seat. Don't forget to thank the ladies when they're
finished. I want a special
thank you for Greta. Go ahead".
With each new step in the trial Pooch was becoming increasingly humbled.
Where at first she
thought she could triumph over pain she found that the most she could
hope for was to keep
her sanity and that was a huge struggle that she had been on the brink
of loosing several
times. Her sense of shame was being taken away from her. It was another
possession, a part
of her personality, that she was no longer allowed to have. How much
more of her
personality will she be forced to give up? She was acting like a common
whore and now she
would be a lesbian whore. Though she still felt shame she could sense
this would fade with
time and repetition. This loss added to her sadness. Physically she was
exhausted. All her
muscles ached from both the earlier beating and the recent rape. Her
breast were still on fire
and her pussy was hyper sensitive to any stimulation at all. A raging
thirst was becoming a
focus point. She had been sweating profusely and hadn't had a drink
since the afternoon.
Pooch new that soon her ass would be a new source of torment. It scared
her because in
every previous task tonight the consequence had been worse than she had
imagined. There
was no reason to expect that it would be any different this time.
Pooch crawled over to Shandra, back arched tits swaying and rubbed her
cheek on
Shandra's red nylons. This was the most revolting thing that she had
ever done and it was
only the beginning.
Shandra grabbed Pooch's hair with both hands and violently yanked her
head back. Pooch
inadvertently looked into Shandra's eyes. The madam's right hand
immediately let go of her
hair and delivered a series of three full force slaps to the slaves
face. Pooch was stunned.
"What's the matter with you? Are you stupid or what?, spit out Shandra.
"You know you
never look a superior in the face!!"
"I'm sorry mistress Shandra", Pooch bawled. This was a new humiliation.
She was being
disciplined like a dog by a total stranger.
"My shoes got a bit muddy on the way over here why don't you like the
soles clean. I don't
want your salty spit ruining the nice leather on top". Shandra crossed
her legs. Pooch's
tongue went to work on the dirty sole. It would have been a lot easier
if she had some spit to
keep her tongue moist. After five minutes Shandra crossed her other leg
letting Pooch start
on a fresh shoe.
"I think we may have found something you are qualified for", said
Shandra.
After a while Pooch was instructed to pull down Shandra's panty hose
and panties, using
her hands, so that they were just above Shandra's knees. The red stained
sanitary napkin
stuck to her panties indicated that Shandra was in the middle of her
period.
"Go over to Greta slave"
Pooch moved her cheek over to Greta's beautiful muscular leg.
Much as Shandra had done before her, Greta snatched two handfuls of
Pooch's damp hair
and pulled them up to her own face.
Pooch's eyes shot to the floor. She had learned her lesson.
When Pooch's lips were directly in front of her own Greta planted a
long, wet and deep kiss
directly on Pooch's dry mouth. It was the sloppiest kiss Pooch had ever
received. Greta's
tongue reached for Pooch's tonsils.
But, this was not an erotic kiss. It was a degrading kiss. The kiss of
death. It was an I can do
whatever I want to do to you, kiss. It was the kiss of Judas. It was a
kiss so overwhelming
that Pooch felt that she had just been buried alive under a hundred feet
of cement.
Greta released the kiss, Pooch slumped back to her knees. She was in a
daze. She wondered,
what had just happened?
Greta brought Pooch back to her senses with a kick to the ribs.
The kick was hard enough to allow the metal toe on Greta's stiletto to
break the skin but not
break a rib.
"Turn your ass around, I want it facing me", ordered Greta in a stern,
cold but very clear and
distinct voice.
"Now I am going to make sure your ass hole is large enough to accept the
Rebel Tamer".
"And by the way, I wish you would do something about your breath. It
smells like shit.
Lucky I have a strong stomach or you'd be licking up puke right now".
With that Greta leaned back in the sofa and with a strong, steady push
she shoved her
stiletto heel straight into Pooch's waiting ass hole right up to the
top. With no lubrication
the two sharp inside edges of Greta's heel cut into Pooch's clenched
sphincter. The edges
cut right into the muscle.
Pooch's world exploded.....
She curled into the tightest, most tiny, most compact, most little ball
in the world. Her arm
buried her head underneath it. Her eyes scrunched shut tighter than they
had ever been
scrunched shut before.
And for a second,... for a slow........ delicious...... second the pain
went away.
Pooch's body had wrested control from her mind. Her intellect was now
only an observer.
Then everything went black.
The suddenness of Greta's attack cut through every defense Pooch could
raise.
First, there was the devastating kiss, then before being able to recover
from that her ass is
torn open by an attack so brutal no one in the room could believe it
happened until they saw
Greta shoving the ringed dildo into Pooch's bloody ass hole.
"I expect my pupils to have a higher tolerance for pain", stated Greta
mater of factly. But
since she isn't yet a student maybe I can let this one pass
Greta buried the pepper sauce grease coated phallus up to the hilt in
Pooch's ass.
Maybe it was the heat that woke the slave from her blissful slumber, but
whatever it was she
was soon screaming and writhing hysterically on the carpet.
"I'm burning up!!"
"Help!! "
"Help me I'm burning up I cant stand it."
"Help me please,"
"Please help me please....."
Pooch continued on wailing and begging. She had no pride left.
For the first time in her life Pooch was totally naked for not only her
body had been striped
bare but so had her soul.
Pooch had lost.
Her mind had been replaced by a clean slate ready to be rewritten. She
would do what ever
she was told to do. Her enslavement was absolute.......
"And I bet you all thought that my little test was going to be the easy
one".
Greta had a huge grin on her face. She had barely started.
She slid of the love seat and sat on her heals next to the broken slave.
Gently Greta picked up Pooch's sweat drenched head and laid it down on
top of her lap.
Her graceful, manicured fingers smoothed the tangles from her hair and
wiped the tears from
her cheeks. Slowly Pooch grew quite, her ranting turned to sobs.
"You know there is nothing to be done about the burning dear", Greta
said in a soft
whispery voice. "Even if I pulled out the dildo the grease would stay
inside and your ass
would still burn. The only thing that would be accomplished is that your
chance to become a
real, true slave would be lost forever. You do want to be a good slave
don't you"?
"Yes mistress Greta, but it hurts so much".
"A good slave must learn to endure what ever her masters wish to subject
her to. I know
that sometimes it may be terribly hard and seem unfair but that's just
how it is for a slave. If
it was easy there would be no point. Now I am going to hurt you very
badly. Don't worry,
no matter how it may feel it will do you no damage and it will make me
feel very, very good.
Isn't that what being a slave is all about, pleasing your mistress
through your suffering"?
"I guess so mistress".
"You know how lucky you are?, Greta went on, "you were born for this.
It's a part of your
natural being you want to be a slave more than you want anything else.
Most of my
customers don't have that advantage. They've been sold by boy friends or
by their parents or
kidnapped of the street. For them slavery is very hard.
"Now be a good girl and bury your face in mistress Shandra's pussy and
spread your legs
wide for me while I attach these straps to myself. Now get Shandra to
climax, I'll take care
of myself. In a few minutes the worst will be over".
Pooch obeyed Greta's instructions.
She was starting to feel very different about herself. Greta was right,
she understood. Pooch
thought, "I was born to be a slave and my purpose is to serve the wishes
of my masters. I
can't keep thinking about myself or my fate, I have surrendered that to
others. All I have to
think about is pleasing my masters, nothing more or nothing less. If I
can do that everything
else will take care of itself".
Pooch buried her face in Shandra's snatch and it felt good.
It felt good because it was hot.
It felt good because it was very slippery wet.
It felt good because it smelled.
It felt good because it was hard to breath.
It felt good because it was so hairy.
It felt good because all the menstrual blood.
Pooch's face belonged there. It was its natural habitat.
Her tongue reached out to lap Shandra's pussy . She lapped it from her
ass hole to the top of
her mons. Pooch's lips found the tiny clit and quickly engulfed it, She
sucked it hard pulling
it into her mouth. It tasted salty.
Pooch winced a few times as the torture dildo moved around a bit as
Greta strapped herself
into the apparatus. She had simply kneeled behind Pooch and lifted up
her skirt. Greta had
worn stay ups with no panties.
Pooch gasped as Greta began to withdraw, Sharp pain enveloped her
insides. Her cut anus
felt like it was being ripped wide open. All of this additional pain
came on top of the inferno
that continued to burn the intestine. When Greta changed direction and
thrust in it was like
ten nipple clamps had been released and then snapped back all at the
same time. The effect
again exceeded anything Pooch could imagine. All she could do was go
rigid burying her
mouth in Shandra's muff. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. Would
she pass out
again? There was one profound change. Pooch felt no anger or resentment.
It was something
she had to endure, it was as simple as that.
A half minute passed and except for some muffled grunts Pooch remained
frozen. Shandra
pulled her head back by the hair.
"Don't you have a job to do"?, she asked gruffly then shoved Pooch's
face back into her
crotch.
Pooch slowly restarted her tongue.
By the time both women had an orgasm Pooch was a physical wreck with
still two more
tasks to go. The judge called a short recess. Ed led Pooch to the
washroom where she was
allowed to refresh herself from the toilet bowl and gather what little
strength she had left.
On returning to the living room Pooch's eyes bugged out and jaw drooped.
There stood the
two largest dogs that she had ever seen.
"I bet you can guess what the next test is going to be", said Marla in a
mocking tone. "These
beautiful animals are in greater need of relief than even their master
was. While Boner and
Clyde are guests in this house you are their slave just as much as if
they were human. As
long as you are my property you will never assume that your status is
above that of any
animal that might share this house, don't ever forget that. You are
going to service both of
these animals while we watch. You will give both oral and vaginal sex on
both animals until
they are satisfied. It could take a while. Showing enthusiasm is vital
since pain is much less
of a factor here. To make sure the dogs go for the right hole and don't
end up burning their
dicks on the hot grease in your ass you will wear this tail which Ed is
going to insert. The tail
has a coating that smells like a bitch in heat. It will help get Boner
and Clyde in the right
frame of mind. You will act like a dog throughout the session".
The scene before her caught Pooch unprepared. Nothing in her imagination
had ever
included her naked in front of total strangers wearing a but plug tail
and sucking on a dogs
dick while another dog is humping her from behind.
The dogs had no such apprehension. They were a couple of Newfoundlands,
very intelligent,
even tempered and very large, easily weighing fifty pounds more tan
Pooch. The dogs
belonged to Mark who often used them in films. Intercourse with human
females was the
only sexual activity these brothers had ever known. Their wagging tails
gave away the
feeling of excitement that they felt.
Pooch got down on all fours and spread her legs waiting for Ed to insert
the but plug. Ed
put a liberal coating of the peppered grease on this new toy and shoved
it up Pooch's rectum
which still gaped open from the previous treatment. Under normal
circumstances Pooch
would have screamed in pain as the thick end of the plug dilated her
dark hole and reopened
previous wounds but in the context of what she had been through this
pain was tolerable.
As Ed returned to his chair to watch Pooch began to crawl towards the
dogs. Her tongue
hung out of her mouth as she panted in doggy fashion. The dogs started
toward her. They all
met in the center of the room.
Boner, the more dominant of the pair, went straight to Pooch's up thrust
posterior sniffing
licking and growing increasingly more excited. In response Pooch spread
her legs wider
hoping to entice the huge dog to mount her. At the same time she slowly
crawled toward
Clyde. The stage was set for the slave girl to do what only hours ago
she would have rather
died than do. Her tongue thrust from her open mouth and began to lick
Clyde's flaccid penis.
As Clyde began to grow Boner 's forelegs landed on Pooch's whipped back
eliciting a gasp
from her. The dogs long pink penis searched for the hole then found it.
In the mean time
Clyde's shaft had left the protection of its sheath filling Pooch's
mouth.
Boner began to thrust into his new mate at a faster and faster rate,
much faster than any man
had fucked her. Her cunt hurt because of the earlier whipping, so any
real enjoyment was
impossible, yet as abhorrent as her actions were this wasn't nearly as
bad as she had feared.
Her mouth and tongue aggressively worked on Clyde feeling his member
stiffen and tense.
Both dogs came at almost the same time filling both of Pooch's ends with
copious amount of
dog cum. Pooch also faked orgasm in an attempt to convince the audience
that she was truly
enjoying the moment.
Pooch had to swallow twice to empty her mouth of the dog sperm. When
Clyde pulled out
she continued to lick the dogs cock and balls till the dog turned
around and started to lick
her face and mouth. Pooch was touched by the gentleness of the big
animal opening her
own mouth to French the big animal. Boner, in the other end, stayed put.
Pooch could feel
his penis grow larger as the dog knotted. In nature this action helped
to ensure that the
sperm wouldn't leak out thus increasing the likelihood of fertilization.
Five minutes passed
before the dog separated from his bitch. During this time Clyde regained
his masculine
strength and awaited his turn at the strange dogs pussy.
Pooch wondered whether animal love would be the only love she would
receive if she were
allowed to live in Marla's world.
After a couple more turns at Pooch's mouth and pussy the dogs lost
interest. Pooch was
directed back to her position on the coffee table.
Like Jasmine on the video screen Pooch felt more dead than alive. She
had endured more
pain and humiliation than she had ever thought possible. What more could
they do to her?
"I have to admit that I didn't think you would make it this far",
commented Marla. "There is
just one last task to go and then it's up to the jury. Bailiff, would
you please bring in the
chair".
Ed returned carrying a red velvet, high backed arm chair. It was a very
special chair it's
function was immediately understood by anybody that saw it. The chair
was missing the seat
cushion, instead an oak toilet seat took its place. There was also a
pair of wrist cuffs
attached near the top of the front legs.
"What do you think this last task is going to be Pooch?", asked her
mistress.
Pooch's face went red in humiliation, still she knew that she had
better answer.
"People are going to go to the bathroom on me mistress?", she whimpered.
"Not quite", answered Marla. "It's much more intimate. Try again".
"People are going to go in my mouth, mistress", said Pooch in despair.
"That's better", said Marla. "Your mouth is going to be used as a
toilet and your belly will
be the receiving tank. After watching you clean up the playroom floor
earlier I think this will
be a breeze for you. You will, of course swallow everything put in your
mouth and keep it
down. I understand that your stomach has a limited capacity so if more
than two people shit
in your mouth you will be allowed to throw up in a bucket, otherwise you
will keep it all in.
Anybody shitting will squeeze off the turds into mouthfuls for you so
you better not let
anything fall on my carpet and you better swallow fast. I don't think
anybody wants to be
touched by your dirty, dog loving, shit eating mouth so there is a
funnel at the front of the
seat to pee in with a hose that you will put in your mouth to collect
the pee. Now go lie
down on your back under the chair and place your wrists on the straps so
you can be locked
in".
As Ed secured the slaves wrists to the chair legs the depth to which she
had fallen sunk into
her consciousness. Only a few hours ago she was Ed's slave lover,
comfortable and secure in
her position. Now she was the property of a woman that she hated with a
status below even
that of a dog. She was a human toilet and even that had to be fought
for.
Pooch could hear the jurors discussing as to who should go first, It
ended up being Mark.
He sauntered over to the special chair, pulled down his pants and sat
down on the chair.
Pooch had the best view of a mans ass that she had ever had in her
life. It was not a pretty
sight.
"I've been saving this just for you cunt", Mark said.
A thick hard dark turd began to emerge from Marks ass heading straight
for Pooch's gaping
mouth. As he squeezed off the first piece Pooch had somewhat more than a
mouthful of the
acrid shit. She extended her lips to surround the piece and keep any
from falling on the
floor. She bit of a piece and swallowed. Immediately her stomach reacted
trying to bring up
the vile turd. It took all of her concentration to keep it down.
Quickly, she knew` there was
little time, Pooch bit off the second piece and swallowed. The third
swallow finished the first
mouthful. It was just in time as Marks ass hole opened up again
expelling the next load.
Again her mouth was filled with excrement and again Pooch struggled to
move it into her
rebellious stomach. Mark dumped two more loads into her mouth, more than
a large meal.
Pooch's belly was nearly full.
"I'm going to piss now", Mark exclaimed.
A heavy stream of urine cascaded down the tube into Pooch's mouth from
Mark's beer
engorged bladder. It just kept coming and coming. The human toilet could
barely keep up.
Finally it stopped. Marked wiped his ass with toilet paper and shoved
that into Pooch's
mouth. She swallowed that too.
Pooch tried to relax her stomach and get it to convince herself that
what she had swallowed
was not a big deal but her stomach continued to spasm. How she would
handle the next load
she didn't know.
Shandra's naked ass hole stared at Pooch's face next. She was also going
to shit.
To Pooch this was an even more disgusting assault than Mark's. She was a
woman on her
period. Her ass smelled awful even before she shit. When her sphincter
opened out flowed a
loose, light brown mass that required almost no chewing. The shit just
oozed out of
Shandra's ample ass. It flowed like molasses out her hole and into
Pooch's waiting mouth.
The bitterness dried up any saliva that she left in her mouth. The only
way that this river of
shit moved down her throat was because she knew that if she didn't
swallow she would be
tortured to death. Pooch would have preferred red hot needles through
her tits to this. The
stream of urine that followed was almost a relief. The toilet paper that
went into her mouth
was also covered in menstrual juice. This coated Pooch's tongue in red.
Desperately she
tried to blank from her mind what she was doing in the hope of easing
the distress in her
stomach. If only her stomach wasn't so full.
Garret was next to step up to the plate. As his naked bottom stared at
Pooch's bottom he let
go of a major fart. Nothing followed from his shit hole but a long
stream of urine flowed
from Garret's beer filled balder. The stream seemed to go on forever
getting harder and
harder for Pooch to swallow as her belly distended from all the
excrement.
Pooch kept remembering that if more than two people were going to
defecate into her
mouth she would be allowed to puck into a bucket to make room. How she
needed that
bucket. It didn't come. What did come was another stream of pee from
Steve' dick. It
brought Pooch to her physical limit. The end of his stream just lay in
Pooch's mouth, there
was just no room to swallow.
Ed rested a large plastic bucket on the quivering slaves throbbing
breasts. its lip resting just
under her chin.
"Go ahead", he said.
Up came the most horrid mixture of chunky shit, liquid shit, piss and
stomach acids. Ed's
stomach turned as he caught a whiff of the odor that began to permeate
the room. He felt
sorry for the poor girl. Marla didn't.
"That's enough", Marla said. "She's made enough room. Close the bucket
before we all get
sick".
Ed dragged the edge of the bucket over Pooch's chin and lower lip
scraping up some of the
vomit that had landed there. He placed the lid back on the pail and
quickly carried it out of
the room.
Jordan was in no rush to head over to the special chair. He really
didn't have to go. The fact
was that he just didn't want to deprive himself of this opportunity to
defecate directly into a
woman's mouth. Eventually his big black butt was parked over the slave
girls face. Jordan
strained to release his load.
Pooch felt relieved after emptying most of her stomach's contents into
the bucket though her
stomach was still uneasy. There was the added misery from some of the
vomit having
entered her nose and sinuses. The awful fluid was all she could taste
and smell.
Jordan succeeded in only producing a small stool that Pooch managed to
consume in a few
swallows. The stream of urine that followed was far more copious, but
the newly made
space in her stomach handled it easily. Jordan's small deposit had saved
Pooch's life.
Only Greta remained. She pulled up her tight skirt, spread her
magnificent cheeks apart with
her hands and sat down. Her skin was clear and unblemished. The buttocks
were
simultaneously firm and yet soft and inviting. The luxuriant fur
surrounding her sex begged
to have someone's face nestled in it. Her brownie was small yet well
defined and dark.
Pooch couldn't understand what was going on inside of her. What she felt
was not revulsion.
as she looked up at the dominatrix's posterior, but eager anticipation.
Was it because her
ordeal was almost over, or was it something else.
Greta's small puckered ass hole began to open up exposing the tip of a
large, well formed
chocolate brown turd. The slaves eager tongue came out to great it and
help guide it past
her eager lips into her mouth. As Greta squeezed of the first piece
Pooch's lips extended out
to surround it. Her tongue caressed the sides feeling the semi firm
texture and tasting the
sweet bitterness which was somehow no longer revolting. Pooch didn't
even notice that her
stomach had stopped churning. She did notice that all the awfulness of
the previous deposits
had been replaced by the taste of Greta. She was able to swallow her
with no more difficulty
than she would have had swallowing a banana.
Greta mentioned to the audience that she believed in a high fiber diet
so she generated turds
that were very substantial. The load being ejected from her bottom
seemed to go on and on
more than making up for Jordan's small deposit. By the time she was
finished Pooch's belly
was once again filled. The stream of golden urine that followed once
again brought Pooch to
the bursting point only this time she felt satisfied instead of sick.
Watching Greta clean
herself with the toilet paper Pooch found herself wishing that she could
perform the task
herself using her own tongue.
None of Pooch's behavior was lost on Marla.
"Bailiff would you please hang the slut from the ceiling in the playroom
while the jury
deliberates it's decision. I don't want to take any chance of her
escaping or killing herself",
ordered Marla.
The other day I found an amusing and informative text file on
some BBS or other, explaining how to make a lifelike, artificial
vagina "out of common household products."
Hey, I thought, I've tried that. (Bet you have, too. Be honest.)
I was intrigued.
The guy who wrote it calls his device Porta-Pussy. It involves a
mailing tube, a string, and a balloon. Basically, you lower the
balloon into the tube, stretch the neck of the balloon to overlap
the outer edge of the tube, then use the string to stretch the
balloon down the length of the tube.
He suggests taping the tube to the edge of a table, kneeling down
and licking it for a while, then standing up and fucking it.
I just tried fucking it. It wasn't bad. I decided not to try the
advanced applications, though, which include sticking a dildo up
your ass and drinking the cum as it leaks out of the tube. Another
time, maybe.
But I did admire his imaginative design; simple to make, reasonable
facsimile, easy cleanup (throw away the balloon). His description
made fun reading, too; "How I Spell Relief." I encourage others to
download his file (called IWACK1.ZIP).
So, in a spirit of sharing, here's my technique. It doesn't look
as authentic as his, and it takes more preparation, but I think
it feels MUCH closer to the real thing. Close your eyes and the
PseudoCunt (this name just occurred to me; snappy, huh?) feels
just EXACTLY like a warm, wet, tight pussy.
You think I'm kidding, right? Nope. Read on, if you're so inclined.
CONTENTS:
1- Registration
2- Materials & Ingredients
3- Construction
4- How to Use
5- Hints & Techniques
6- Troubleshooting
7- Why I Created PseudoCunt
REGISTRATION:
Ha, ha. Get it? It's software. Real soft. If you figure
out who I am, send me some money. PseudoCunt is not
shareware, by the way. It's recommended for use alone.
MATERIALS & INGREDIENTS:
* Cylindrical container (see below)
* Large pot (3-4 quart capacity)
* Butter or margarine (2-3 tablespoons)
* Vegetable oil (just a drop or two)
* Saran Wrap or equivalent
* Spaghetti or fettucini (lots; two boxes)
* Sturdy rubber band
* Several big, firm sofa cushions (optional)
* Your favorite masturbation fantasies in magazine, video,
gif, or virtual form
CONSTRUCTION:
1- Find a suitable container. This is the tough part. The
best one I've found is an overlarge Mason-type jar (about
11" tall), though these are hard to find. Second choice
would be a length of PVC pipe sealed at one end, or a
mailing tube, but it should be at least five inches in
diameter. A half-gallon cardboard milk carton might work,
with clever modifications.
2- In a large pot, bring two or three quarts of water to
full boil. Add a tablespoon of vegetable oil and a pinch of
salt. Boil spaghetti to aldente texture (about 8 minutes).
Any pasta will do, but I find spaghetti and fettucini most
satisfactory.
3- Drain spaghetti, but do not rinse. Mix in A FEW DROPS of
vegetable oil (be CAREFUL not to use too much; use just
enough to keep the spaghetti from sticking together) and
stir well. Set aside in colander until cool enough to handle.
4- While spaghetti is cooling, melt some butter (not much; about
1/3 of one of those little butter pats you get with toast in
a diner is enough). Don't let it boil; 15-30 seconds in the
microwave should do it.
5- Stuff spaghetti into the container described in Step 1.
Really pack it in tightly; as tight as you can cram it in.
This is crucial to success. I use wooden cooking implements
to tamp it down. When the jar is about 3/4 full, bore a hole
down the center with something long and moderately thin (I
use the long handle of a wooden stirring spoon) and continue
packing spaghetti around it, up the brim. Remember to pack
tightly; spaghetti will compress a lot more than you'd think.
6- At this point, remove the rod or dowel or whatever, and
pour a SMALL amount of melted butter down into the little
hole to lubricate it. (By the way, I've found that butter or
margarine feels much more like the creamy inside of an
aroused cunt than any kind of oil; and I've tried quite a
few). Stick your finger in and work the lubrication down
into the little hole. Feels interesting, doesn't it? Close
your eyes and probe, slowly; does that feel just EXACTLY
like a wet pussy hole, or what?
7- Now, use something wider and slightly tapered to widen the
mouth of the surrogate vagina (I use the neck of a wine or
beer bottle). Do this gently, and don't widen it to your
full dick diameter; you want it to be nice and tight.
8- Cut a generous length of Saran Wrap and stretch it tightly
over the mouth of the jar. Fasten it tightly with the
rubber band. Now punch a hole in the Saran Wrap in the
obvious place. (Use a pencil, or a spoon handle, not a
knife; a sharp cut will make the Saran Wrap tear.)
HOW TO USE:
1- Pile two or more big, thick sofa cushions on top of each
other. Make an identical pile next to the first, leaving a
12-inch space between the two piles.
2- In the space between the cushions, spread a towel (or
newspaper) on the floor. If properly constructed, your
PseudoCunt should not make a mess unless you really get
carried away, but it's a good idea to protect against this
possibility.
3- Position the PseudoCunt jar on the floor between the two
cushion piles.
4- Lie across the cushion piles, chest on one, thighs on the
other, dick dangling in the space between. Now, gaze lovingly
at whatever fantasy object you prefer, tease the head of your
dick against the warm, slick mouth and begin fucking.
HINTS AND TECHNIQUES:
* Before you get started, check with your finger to make
sure your PseudoCunt has cooled to the proper temperature.
You don't want to burn yourself. Optimum temperature should
be obvious if you're a reasonably sexually active person.
Push your finger in as deeply as you can; the bottom of the
jar may be too hot even though the mouth is a nice, warm,
cuntlike temperature.
* The PseudoCunt is not recommended for quickies. Choose a
time when you're absolutely certain you'll be alone and
undisturbed. PseudoCunt takes some time to prepare, and a
fair amount of what's called in cinema and theater circles
'suspension of disbelief.' It can't be fully enjoyed if
you're worried about your wife or girlfriend walking in and
finding you fucking a jar of spaghetti.
* Size of the container is important. Make sure it is at
least two inches deeper than your dick is long, and wide
enough so that your dick is surrounded by a generous cushion
of pseudo cuntflesh. You don't want to bang up against the
hard sides or bottom of the thing at a crucial moment.
* Shape of the container is important, too. I like the jumbo
jar configuration because the "shoulders" of the jar where
the neck narrows help to keep the spaghetti in place when
you withdraw on the out-strokes.
* Don't use too much butter. A very small amount should suffice.
Remember that your own secretions will increase the lubricating
effect. It's not generally recognized that grease and oils
actually DE-sensitize erectile tissue. A thin coat of oil on
your dick is like wearing a condom. I find that the absolutely
perfect effect is achieved by adding just a *tiny* amount of
butter, then slathering saliva all over my dick just before
first penetration. The combination of butter, saliva and natural
lubrication that leaks from your dick feels closer to authentic
vagina arousal than any oil I've ever tried.
* Make adequate preparations. Arrange your favorite magazines
on the floor in front of you, or display a particularly
fascinating GIF, or make sure the VCR is cued up and the
remote is handy. One of the real joys of using PseudoCunt is
that it leaves both hands free to work the VCR remote or
languidly browse through magazines, savoring the tight cunt
sucking wetly at your dick with each slight movement of your
hips. With careful preparation it's a damned comfortable
position, and you can just lie there for as long as you please,
indulging as many fantasies as your self-control will allow.
* For best results, fuck slowly and gently on first
penetration. This allows the PseudoCunt hole to adjust to
the proper diameter.
* Don't ram your dick in to the bottom at first. Go slowly,
and try to restrain yourself as long as possible, fucking a
just a little deeper at a time. Each time you stroke a
little deeper, the PseudoCunt is a little tighter, and
incrementally warmer. The sensation is fabulous if prolonged.
I like to keep the last inch or so unpenetrated until I'm
just at the point of cumming, then grunt and howl and plunge
to the bottom and blast my sperm into the tight warmth deep
down inside.
* Sound effects, if authentic, can really heighten the effect.
Porn videos just don't do it for me. Too contrived. I have a
few audio tapes that do, though, and once in a while I'll put
on the headphones while fucking my Pseudocunt. One is a tape
I made by concealing the microphone in the headboard of the
bed before fucking my wife doggy-style (you should consider
trying this; it's incredibly arousing to hear the rutting
grunts and screams of a woman you know). The rest are
recordings of phone-sex conversations with two former
girlfriends -- one in particular, whose panting and gasping
and whimpering as she masturbates is truly phenomenal.
* Shed all inhibitions. Admit to yourself that, while this may
seem truly bizarre behavior, it feels incredibly good. Get
hedonistic. Get totally naked. Or wear leather, or panties
and a bra, or clothespins on your scrotum, whatever makes your
dick throb and ooze.
TROUBLESHOOTING
If you experience problems with your PseudoCunt, the fault most
likely lies in your choice of materials, or lack of attention to
proper construction techniques.
Commonly experienced problems usually have simple solutions:
Too hot for comfort
If too hot, allow to cool at room temperature. Don't get
impatient and put it in the freezer, or outside in a
snowbank. If it cools unevenly, you're in for a very
unpleasant surprise.
Not warm enough
If too cool, place jar in a pan of water on the stove and
simmer for at least 30 minutes. To spread heat more evenly,
make sure the water covers at least 2/3 of the jar, and
place a wire rack beneath the jar to raise it off the bottom
of the pan. If a glass jar is used, you can heat it in a
microwave oven for a minute or so. [This procedure is not
recommended if using a waxed cardboard milk carton.]
These heating techniques, by the way, are handy for repeated
use of your PseudoCunt between washings, unless you're too
squeamish for sloppy seconds.
It's also occurred to me that a hair dryer might be a quick
alternative, but I haven't tried this. I'm not sure I could
maintain a hardon or a straight face kneeling there naked
and blow-drying a jar of spaghetti.
Bits of greasy spaghetti cling to your dick on withdrawal
This is normal. While the problem cannot be eliminated
entirely, the effect can be minimized by several means:
1- Make sure spaghetti is packed in VERY tightly.
2- Use a high-shouldered jar (see above) to help keep
the spaghetti in place on the out strokes.
3- Make sure hole in Saran Wrap is not too large.
Punch, do not cut, this hole to prevent tearing.
PseudoCunt makes distracting slurping noises
You used too much butter, or oil, or both. Or you've gang-
banged your PseudoCunt one too many times and you need to
clean it out and start over again at Step 2.
Of course, if you want to fantasize about oral sex, this
could be regarded as a design feature rather than a problem.
Greasy stains on sofa cushions
My wife responds to greasy stains on upholstery by
immediately dumping a big pile of talcum powder on the
spill, letting it sit for a while, vacuuming it off later,
then calling in a professional furniture cleaner to finish
the job.
I try to avoid stains by making sure the Saran Wrap is
tightly secured with the rubber band, and by spreading a
towel over the leading edge of the sofa cushion pile. I'd
rather not have to explain PseudoCunt stains to my wife.
Fetid stench
Throw away the spaghetti and wash the damn thing. Unless
mold and bacteria growth play an essential role in your
sexual fantasies, repeated use of the PseudoCunt is not
recommended beyond, say, 24 hours. Refrigerate after use.
WHY I CREATED PSEUDOCUNT
No, I'm not a social outcast or a phobic recluse. I have a
normal sex life (pretty fabulous, actually) so I should
explain why I continued to experiment with masturbation
techniques in adulthood, long after abandoning the clumsy
remedies most teens invent to draw off excess spunk.
One reason is simply that I'm a very sensuous person with a
vivid imagination. I've found that I can occasionally attain
amazing heights of sexual arousal when I masturbate. At the
risk of sounding immodest, I've induced some of the best
orgasms I've ever had.
Another reason is that I am aware of absolutely no physical
or psychological reasons not to masturbate, and can't help
wondering if the world might not be a better place if more
people did. Whether they use fists or balloons or spaghetti.
Finally, it provides a fabulous way to indulge certain sexual
fantasies that just can't be shared no matter how skilled and
understanding one's lover may be. Know what I mean?
If you're inclined to give this thing a try, I hope it
enhances your own secret fantasies as much as it does mine.
If you have a technique of your own, write it up and post it
for others to share. If you find the whole concept disgusting,
why did you read this far?
Unfortunately this post was disparaging of Slashcode. Any post that is not wildly enthusiastic about the turd shat out by CmdrTaco upon the toilet of the Internet, should be modded down accordingly.
Thank you and God Bless America!!!
Window Mangers in generals are pretty gay. They're the Linux equivillant of the Christopher Lowell show. Real men use the command line. I myself don't use the command line because I'm fruitier than CmdrTaco in a sailor's outfit in Hawaii, bringing me a frosty glass of Zima!!!
Thanks. Its nice to be back. I'm spinning off that whole VB thing into its own troll. Keep watching for it!!
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PS: It might be a few days before it gets posted because the homosexual cabal of devil-worshipping Slashdot editors keeps bitchslapping me for posting the truth
Hey I was a little nervous that night, and questioning myself. But I want you to know that I'm all man!!
Robert Fro57 lies! I never licked his penis. I only gave him a quick handjob in the men's room of Daddy's.
GTK has ceased work on 2.0. It was posted a week or so ago on Slashdot. I'll find the article if I can. Apparently GTK decided that C++ was too slow compared to C, so they've decided to work with the KDE team and make KDE shine!!
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
thank you.
Hello. I'm a troll, but this post isn't. Basically here's what'll probably happen. You'll release your compiler (and I have enormous respect for anyone who can code a complier. Pointers still make me cringe) after a lot of people here encourage you to do so.
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However, none of them will purchase it. Most Linux users expect to get their software for free. Someone got modded down as a troll for this, but really its true. Observe how many posts a story involving MP3s gets! No one wants to pay for their music. What makes you think they're going to pay for your software when they can either use GCC, or pirate it.
So when you decide on how far you want to go with this project, don't really listen to Slashdot comments. Everyone will want you to release it, but then no one will pay for it. Instead do what any real business does and do surveys of potential clients. I'm sure someone with more business experience than I can help you out with this.
MOST OF ALL DON'T LISTEN TO SLASHDOT! IT WILL ONLY LEAD YOU TO RUIN!!
The Hidenburg's problem was that it was powered by a weak and ineffective Open Source OS. Had it been run by Windows, or even the MacOS it would not have crashed. But thats what you get for trusting something to a project written by hobbyists in their spare time.
I expect to be able to configure Linux as I configure Windows2000. When properly changing Linux to work as I need it to do causes it to crash, its clear that Linux lags far behind.
Furthermore, Linux desperately needs to convert to VB. C is a slow and outdated language that is used only be script kiddies and whatnot. Most serious programmers prefer to use VB. I would not be suprised to see a VB-coded kernel run, in some functions, up to 10x faster.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
thank you.
I suppose if you look long and hard enough you might be able to find a case or two to say otherwise, but Windows 2000 is vastly superior to Linux in most everyway. Its more reliable, infinitely more userfriendly, better supported, etc. I could keep going on and on but instead I've got to figure out why my window manager is all fucked up.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
thank you.
Millions of dollars. Combatting mindless Slashdot groupthink is tedious and expensive. I've worked previously as a cult deprogrammer and the parallels between many religious cults and Slashdot are frightening.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
thank you.
Thanks for last night. My toes are *still* curled, sailor!
Xs and Os
VB was written in VB. GCC is written in C. Same thing.
WTF does this mean, anyways?
Word. Be sure to read my follow up on the superiority of VB. I should spin that off into a troll of its own, I think. Hmmm...maybe when I finish my "WHY PYTHON IS BETTER THAN PERL" flamebait I might just do that.
:)
I haven't had this much fun since the alt.syntax.tactical days.
Please don't even think to comment on my knowledge. Its clear by your post how little you really do know. VB an interpretted language? Hardly.
VB is the langauge of choice for programming professionals world wide. Not only is Windows coded in VB (at least Windows 2000 and XP. I think older versions were still coded in the antiquated VC++) but Quake III, Diablo, most Adobe apps and most high-end 3D renderers are written in VB.
As soon as Linux begins to be coded in VB instead of the slow and inefficient C, you'll see it begin to be accepted by more real companies.
Good day.
I like that one, but I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL. is my favorite. Someone always falls for that one and works themselves into a frenzy. I should mail this to RMS sometime.
I work as a consultant for several fortune 500 companies, and I think I can shed a little light on the climate of the open source community at the moment. I believe that part of the reason that open source based startups are failing left and right is not an issue of marketing as it's commonly believed but more of an issue of the underlying technology.
I know that that's a strong statement to make, but I have evidence to back it up! At one of the major corps(5000+ employees) that I consult for, we wanted to integrate Linux into our server pool. The allure of not having to pay any restrictive licensing fees was too great to ignore. I reccomended the installation of several boxes running the new 2.4.9 kernel, and my hopes were high that it would perform up to snuff with the Windows 2k boxes which were(and still are!) doing an AMAZING job at their respective tasks of serving HTTP requests, DNS, and fileserving.
I consider myself to be very technically inclined having programmed in VB for the last 8 years doing kernel level programming. I don't believe in C programming because contrary to popular belief, VB can go just as low level as C and the newest VB compiler generates code that's every bit as fast. I took it upon myself to configure the system from scratch and even used an optimised version of gcc 3.1 to increase the execution speed of the binaries. I integrated the 3 machines I had configured into the server pool, and I'd have to say the results were less than impressive... We all know that linux isn't even close to being ready for the desktop, but I had heard that it was supposed to perform decently as a "server" based operating system. The 3 machines all went into swap immediately, and it was obvious that they weren't going to be able to handle the load in this "enterprise" environment. After running for less than 24 hours, 2 of them had experienced kernel panics caused by Bind and Apache crashing! Granted, Apache is a volunteer based project written by weekend hackers in their spare time while Microsft's IIS has an actual professional full fledged development team devoted to it. Not to mention the fact that the Linux kernel itself lacks any support for any type of journaled filesystem, memory protection, SMP support, etc, but I thought that since Linux is based on such "old" technology that it would run with some level of stability. After several days of this type of behaviour, we decided to reinstall windows 2k on the boxes to make sure it wasn't a hardware problem that was causing things to go wrong. The machines instantly shaped up and were seamlessly reintegrated into the server pool with just one Win2K machine doing more work than all 3 of the Linux boxes.
Needless to say, I won't be reccomending Linux/FSF to anymore of my clients. I'm dissappointed that they won't be able to leverege the free cost of Linux to their advantage, but in this case I suppose the old adage stands true that, "you get what you pay for." I would have also liked to have access to the source code of the applications that we're running on our mission critical systems; however, from the looks of it, the Microsoft "shared source" program seems to offer all of the same freedoms as the GPL.
As things stand now, I can understand using Linux in academia to compile simple "Hello World" style programs and learn C programming, but I'm afraid that for anything more than a hobby OS, Windows 98/NT/2K are your only choices.
thank you.