Alexis informed us of a woman trapped in a cage for a year who is forced to eat… er… poop…
Well, there is quite a backlog of victims of excessive bondage, we can’t help just any case that comes across our desk. (We enlist you all to fight human trafficking every chance that you can!) Alexis proceeded to tell us that the case is in Hawaii, so, you know, we just kicked that one up to the top of the queue. Because… Hawaii… So, yeah. Woman. Cage. Poop.
Apparently, the victim, Sammy, was being used as a display piece in long-term, extreme bondage art exhibits. Between shows she was housed in a small cage. We found our location and swung down from the roof of a tall building into the apartment where our sources suggested that we could locate Sammy. What we found was a naked woman draped over a another individual cocooned in a sleep sack. Both were still asleep, and since we saw nothing immediately evil about the situation (in fact, it all looked quite loving), we did not use extra sedation. Rather we restrained the naked woman (who became somewhat irate as she awoke).
To make a long story short, after the naked woman, Annie, calmed down we were able to suss out the situation. Yes. Sammy had been housed in the cage for a year. Yes. Sammy had been forced to eat poop on occasion. But it was actually 100% consensual. Indeed, Sammy was freed from the sleep sack and we all sat around and had tea and cakes (er… that were made in the traditional manner… and were quite delicious).
Turns out that eating poop for some is just a fetish. Heck! We don’t know why we enjoy bondage. But, we do! And we wouldn’t want it any other way. So, here is someone who, for some reason, has a scat fetish. What makes our bondage fetish any more noble that a scat fetish? Nothing really, as long as everyone plays safe. So, there are some images that we, personally, may choose to avoid, but that does not invalidate someone else’s preference for that fetish. We shall not judge. Annie and Sammy have a wonderfully loving and inspiring relationship. That's what really matters. Read all about it in the case file here. (Multiple parts!) Even Alexis came around after seeing Annie and Sammy's commitment to one another.
Needless to say, we apologized profusely and paid to fix the window that we broke while entering the apartment. Twice. Because we went back to deliver a fairly sizable gift - a large transparent block with a cavity inside that may hold a tightly bound woman with appropriate breathing and other input / output connectors suitable for long term use.
Annie even suggested that we can use their pool any time we stop through Hawaii.
i just realized i never stopped by to thank you. :) so super thanks!
ReplyDeletei'm close to getting up the effort needed to write the next bit or two, so hopefully they'll be up before too long.
tbh, though, i've never even actually used my building's pool. i occasionally hear people splashing about in it, and i've been down to look at it (and the sauna i've also never used). if you call ahead, you can just park in the guest area, and i can let you in through the back gate. :-P
love,
sammy
Oh! OK. Cool! Uh... by the way, there was this white Dodge Viper with fat racing stripes in your parking lot... the dude who drives it is an ass... well, Alexis, kind of wrote "u sux" on the hood... with a car key... I think that he might have seen Lilith vomiting on the trunk... she'd had a few too many b-52's, maybe. I hope he's not your neighbor. And if any of your neighbors have small kids, you might want to tell them to stay out of the pool until after the next "chlorine shock". 'Cause... well... yeah...
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to your new stories!