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Subject: {ASSM} Black Rose #1 (Mf, inc, rape, nc, mc, goth, bdsm)
Date: Tue,  1 Jul 2003 06:10:03 -0400
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This post is sexual. Make up your own mind if you want to read it.

This story has been placed in the public domain. Do with it as you 
will. You are requested, but not required, to credit me as the author.

I am Julian Morrison, <julian@extropy.demon.co.uk>

New chapters will follow if and as I write them.

--,--`-- Black Rose-`,-@

-<( 1. The Story of Luci and her Brother )>-

We are the secret people, the minions of the moist darkness. We are the 
servants, creations, and warriors of an idea, fighting a secret culture 
war under the noses of a blinded public, which fears us when it 
percieves us at all.

I am one among many alike, but also individual. I am the essence who 
names myself Black Rose. I am not an embodied person like you, in my 
base state. Instead I move between bodies as you change clothes, thus 
do I fight my part in the silent war.

What is the war? If I told you, you wouldn't understand. You would hear 
my words but misread my meaning. Even to call it a war is misleading, 
because our opponent is not a deliberate enemy, but the inertia of an 
idea. To call this "the culture war" is appropriate, because we are the 
culture of a possible future, which has reached back into its past, 
your present, to give birth to itself.

I speak to you through this page, through one who thinks he types 
fiction, though he does not. It matters not, it is enough to be heard, 
I do not need to be believed, for I believe myself. I shall couch my 
message in the form of stories.

So now I speak to you of a girl whose form I shared, she names herself 
Luci.

I came to her in an orgasm. She was being raped, and suffering, and 
wishing to be frigid to the one who was raping. She was feeling shamed 
that she could not even resist her own body's lustful response. It was 
unbearable, so she threw her boundaries open, giving up control, and I 
entered. That was when she orgasmed, for it was the subtlest and 
deepest penetration she had ever felt. Her brother who was raping her 
laughed, he thought he was the cause.

When I enter into a body, the previous occupant is not thrust aside. 
Rather we work out some level of sharing. I can force control, 
especially easily in those who are riven against themselves, but I 
rarely do. I prefer my tools to share my goals. Luci my new partner was 
longing to withdraw and be a passenger, so we decided that I would take 
the lead, and the mergence of us would define our intentions, while the 
essence of her watched and experienced passively. So I became LuciRose.

My first act was to enjoy the raping, while I reviewed her memories. I 
love sex, and Luci loves it, but she has taboos that make it hard for 
her to take pleasure when she is being raped, and especially when it is 
her brother who rapes her. These are taboos I lack, and my pleasure 
also served my purpose.

My brother, Stan, found his penis welcomed inside me, found my vagina 
wet and opening to him and gripping, and he was confused. The nature of 
the act of rape is to lash out at another by stealing control. Happy 
compliance turns back the attack upon the attacker.

Secretly he understood, and he responded, as I expected, with violence. 
A stingingly hard slap, which I also enjoyed. I am of the darkness, and 
pleasure in pain is core to my nature.

"Fuck Stan, hit me again, I love it when you hurt me, I'm your whore, 
hurt me!"

The angry beating he gave me was thorough and cruel, and I luxuriated 
in it. Luci was terrified in me, fearing death, but I consoled her, I 
know human bodies far better than nearly all humans do, and I was 
healing the worst of the damage as quickly as I suffered it.

It took five minutes of kicks, punches and slaps, while I squirmed in 
ecstasy begging him for more and even Luci learned a little to enjoy, 
for the crisis point I had expected to emerge. When rape fails and 
violence fails, the attacker faces a final choice: to murder, or to 
swallow defeat. And, as I had hoped, Stan could not kill. He stopped 
then, and realized what he'd done to his sister. He broke down weeping, 
collapsing onto his knees on the floor beside me, asking me was I okay? 
I told him yes, and hugged him close and dried his tears with my 
bloodstained sleeve.

He was pleading for forgiveness, and I was forgiving him and asking him 
please not to worry. Now I truly meant this, but it was also cunning 
psychology. In the mind of one who seeks forgiveness there is always 
the small part that seeks retroactive justification instead. If I had 
been in the least smallest part cold towards him, he would have siezed 
upon it and built up a wall of resentment, behind which his self-anger 
would pile again.

Then, I realised the solution to their dilemma.

"Please may I ask you a favor Stan?" -- now this was more what he had 
been expecting, and I felt the subtle muscle tensions in him that 
anticipated resentment, and also the eagerness in his voice, as of one 
who knows the road now, where before he had been lost.

"Anything you want, Luci, I'm so sorry, I'll do anything, please tell 
me what to do?"

"I want to be your slave, Stan, please say yes, I want you to own me 
and use me and do anything you want to me. I give myself to you. Please 
accept me!" -- got him again. He's confused, but he can't say no, and 
he can't resent such a selfless gift.

"Please? Master? Oh my god please don't say no" I beg some more, bowing 
my head against his chest.

He sighs, and I can feel his cock twitch as he thinks of the 
possibilities. "Alright Luci-sweet, yes I will take you as my slave."

"Thankyouthankyouthankou oh master I love you so much" and I hug him 
close, glowing with joy, and it is real joy, because this is the right 
thing for both of them. I can feel Luci reach understanding at last, 
and surge with love and lust and pleasure and a desire to take back 
control of the body, and I cede it to her as she joins her new owner in 
a tearful heartfelt kiss.

 From then on I was the passenger, being led around inside by Luci's 
whim even as she was led at his, comforting and encouraging and sharing 
her awed exploration of slavery, and helping sweep away her old taboos. 
She has learned pleasure-in-pain, and now it is her brother who is 
reluctant to beat her even as she begs for more. And she has learned 
how to heal herself, too, so she is fearless in her explorations.

When finally I decided to leave, she was asleep naked beside him in his 
bed, a dog collar locked around her neck, her hands gently tied behind 
her with silk rope, and her head pillowed on his chest.

The name tag on her dog collar reads: "Rose". It is a gift from her in 
which I take much pride.

----

Expect more from Black Rose coming up in chapter #2, "Susan and James"

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