Inspired by O @aanonymouse4o - Tumblr Blog

The Adventures of Tintin Cover art The Black Island Hergé

Before the Bath (1905) by Arthur Dampier May (British, 1857 – 1916), signed and dated 'A. Dampier May/1905.' (lower right) and further signed and inscribed 'Before the bath/by/***** Dampier May' (on an old label attached to the reverse), oil on canvas, 31 3/8 x 15 ¼ in. (79.7 x 38.7 cm.), Private Collection

o-1968

An Afternoon at Roissy: Part Seven

Meanwhile, both Cecil and Faustine were staring at the lavish décor in the Guest Dining Room at Chateau Roissy when they were approached by two women dressed in 18th century looking dresses – tight at the waist and very full below. A keen eye would also notice that the dresses were very low cut, so much so that the breasts would be entirely visible if it were not for a sort of lace that was attached above to a collar and below to the corset like part of the dress just below breast level. Both women appeared Asian, and both were slight and neither was very tall- one barely 1.4 meters.

The taller of the two women approached and said, “I Quy,” then nodding to her companion who was smaller she said, “Dis Binh. We your waitress today. You want some wine for start?”

Binh and Quy were somewhat of an anomaly at Roissy in that they were considered ‘free’ prostitutes but were not of European descent – at least not completely. None of the other slaves were sure how they ended up at Roissy and asking them usually ended up in conflicting stories that changed from telling to telling. Many of the valets and other slaves got them confused with each other. “We all look same to Europeans,” said Binh. Pierre, the senior valet, often got them confused and thought they might be twins or at least sisters.

But they were cousins instead. Binh’s great grandfather and mother had come to Paris when Dien Binh Phu fell to the communists in the 1950’s. Quy’s parents came a generation later. But despite living in France for decades the families never mastered the French language. This Masters and slaves alike had trouble understanding their heavily accented French.

But surprisingly old enough Cyril could tell them apart. While both girls were quite short with dark eyes and jet black hair, Quy was slightly larger and had some curves to her body. However, Binh was very flat chested. Both girls had dark brown nipples that stood straight out and very sparse pubic hair. In Roissy dresses they resemble children playing ‘dress up.,’ Perhaps because of this they were seldom chosen by a Master or guest for sex or abuse but were assigned to service duties.

Faustine was startled by the sudden appearance of Quy and Binh, especially by their dress. She started to say something, but before she could, Cyril said, “Yes. A bottle of your finest sauvignon blanc and three glasses.”

Hearing this, both Binh and Quy scurried off to fetch the wine. Then Faustine turned to Cyril and said, “Their dresses were certainly interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it in any restaurants Cecil has taken me previously.”

Old Cyril smiled and said, “I’m sure there is much about Chateau Roissy that you have never seen before…”

Before he could continue, Faustine, who had been looking around the dining room, interrupted and said, “Oh Cecil, look over there at that table. That girl goes to school with me. We even had a class together. Her name is Anais.”

illustratus

Summer night under the Greenlandic Coast circa A.D. 1000 (Erik the Red and his crew on board a Viking ship)

by Carl Rasmussen

the-looking-glasss

mey-rin-is-fabulous

Exciting news for shipwreck fans.

An ambitious expedition will use Canadian technology to revisit two legendary polar exploration shipwrecks. The goal: create detailed digita

The Terra Nova is off the coast of Greenland and the Quest is off Canada's coast.

So what they're planning on doing is creating digital copies of the wrecks/ships.

o-1968

Ari Tells Zoe about Doutzen: Part Three

Zoe really didn’t want to hear about how Doutzen was crucified, but Ari seemed to want to describe it or at least talk about it. And Zoe had learned that when a Master wants to talk to a slave, it’s best to quietly listen, so she lay there and listened as Ari spoke. “I originally sent Doutzen here to be trained – just as your Master sent you. I thought that after six weeks of physical and psychological abuse, she would become docile, agree to anything I wanted from her. And to an extent, it worked. Our sex was always great, but after being trained here it was superb. Once after a heavy bout, as she was lying there recovering, I asked her if now she would agree to share me with other women without making a fuss. I was shocked when she said, ‘No.’ She went on to say, ‘You may do whatever you wish with me – punish me in the most horrible ways, even to death, but I will never agree to share you.’

“I asked her what she thought was the most painful way to die. She hesitated for only a moment, then simply said, ‘crucifixion.’ I guessed she thought of it from her Sunday School days as a young girl. I said, ‘If I said I would have you crucified if you don’t agree to accept that I must have other lovers, would you agree?’ The dumb bitch said, ‘No. You may hang me on a cross to suffer and die, but I will never agree to share you.’ So, I pushed her down and went to see Anne Marie.” Saying this, he moved Zoe’s small hand to the bulge beneath the sheet that covered him. She knew what to do.

Ari was quiet for a moment, actually more than a moment. Zoe massaged the bulge and it became larger and harder. He was quiet so long that Zoe thought he had perhaps gone to sleep. But then, he roused and continued. “I saw Anne Marie and asked her what she knew about crucifixion. She told me that when she was a young girl, she traveled about the Middle East. Once in Saudi Arabia, she saw a woman who had been convicted of prostitution and murder of a ‘client’ condemned to be crucified. She and her companion were guests of one of the Saudi Princes and he asked if they wanted to witness the execution. Anne Marie had said yes. She went on to say that while it was horrible, it was also the most erotic thing she had ever witnessed. It stuck in her mind so vividly that once she became the day to day manager here at Roissy, she incorporated it as a means to punish recalcitrant slaves.”

Zoe gasped out loud upon hearing this.

Ari chuckled and continued, “Of course here it is not used as a method of execution, but rather just as a terrible punishment. Rather than being actually nailed to a cross, the slave is merely tied. Of course, if left too long, it could be fatal. Just a terrible, humiliating punishment. And that is what I though I wanted for Doutzen. I thought it might bring her to her senses…”

Ari’s voice trailed off.

o-1968

A Dinner in Mons

Colonel Thomas James Grey, called T.J. since birth, paused on a side street in Ceuses, a suburb of Mons, and checked his watch. As he did so, he thought to himself, “It was very nice of Gudrun to invite me to dinner at her apartment. She said that I would be tired of the mess hall food and that she would cook me a nice schnitzel with rot kohl and spätzle. And she’s right; I’m tired of the mess hall , and Lord knows I’m no cook.” He paused, then, “But more importantly, it was a kind gesture. Even though I am technically her boss, I value her as a friend and confidant. Perhaps my best friend here at NATO/SHAPE since Paul has been transferred to his next CIA assignment and Chief Matthais has retired. Oh well, such is the nature of friendships in the military. You become close to someone, make a life-long friend, then you go your separate ways.”

He checked his watch again and thought, “As a German, she will expect me to be on time. Not early, not late. On time.” T.J. chuckled and walked across the street to the apartment building where Gudrun lived.

XXXX

A week previously, T.J. had received a letter from the Army Personnel Center. He had been at NATO/SHAPE Headquarters for over three years, and it was time for a transfer. The letter was brief and to the point, basically saying his next assignment would be at DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) near Washington, DC. If he declined the assignment, he would be retired. T.J. had hoped to be selected for command of the 525th Military Intelligence Brigade at Fort Bragg but understood his previous outspoken criticism of the war in Afghanistan and doomed that, especially in the hyper politicized atmosphere that he ‘new’ Secretary of Defense had brought to the military.

T.J. had wrestled with the decision of whether to accept the assignment to DIA or retire. So much so, that it affected the way he treated the staff of the Intelligence Fusion Cell, where he was the Chief. Normally, he was cheerful, encouraging and joking with subordinates, but the past week, he had seemed somewhat withdrawn. So much so that Gudrun, his secretary asked him what was wrong.

Gudrun Degner was a German National working for SHAPE Headquarters. Fluent in English, French, Dutch and, of course, German, she had been offered the position, not long after her husband, Major Alfred Klaus Degner, was killed while supporting NATO operations against the Taliban. And Gudrun had been T.J.’s secretary for his entire tour. She was also very perceptive, often acting as a sounding board for him. She had asked T.J. what was troubling him. When T.J. told her that he was weighing his decision to either retire or accept the transfer, she had suggested he come to have dinner with her. “I’ll cook you a good, hearty German meal, and we will talk. You bring a nice bottle of wine.”

T.J. knew it was more than a suggestion.

o-1968

Ari Tells Zoe about Doutzen: Part Two

Ari shifted his weight so that Zoe was lying across his belly with her head above his crotch. Ari reached down and took a handful of Zoe’s honey colored hair in his hand and said, “I thought the abuse would break Doutzen’s spirit. That she would become more compliant and accept the fact that as a man, especially a Master of Roissy, I couldn’t be expected to be faithful to one woman.” He paused and turned Zoe’s head so that he could see her face, before continuing, “You’re a slave to your lover. You understand what I am saying, don’t you?”

Zoe, still holding Ari’s member in her tiny hand answered, “Sort of. I guess.”

“But Doutzen was stubborn. After I had her branded I went to the cell where she was being kept. I told her that she must surely understand that I truly loved her. After all, I cared enough about her to mark her. I had her labia pierced so that she could wear a ring with my insignia hanging from it. And I had her rear branded with my initials. I had never done that for another woman. I told her that I loved her, but I must have other women. That makes sense, doesn’t it?”

Zoe didn’t answer.

Ari continued, “And do you know what she told me. She said that I could do anything to her. Even to the point of death. She would always love me. But she would never agree to share me with another woman! I became angry with her. I said, ‘You said you would die rather than agree to share me with other women. Well, let’s see if that is true!’ Stubborn, thick headed Dutch bitch!”

Zoe could feel the anger n Ari’s voice, but wasn’t sure what to do, so she began to lightly stroke his member and said, “So, what did you do?”

“I asked her what she thought was the most painful way to die. She hesitated for only a moment, then simply said, ‘crucifixion.’ I guessed she thought of it from her Sunday School days as a young girl. I said, ‘If I said I would have you crucified if you don’t agree to accept that I must have other lovers, would you agree?’ The dumb bitch said, ‘No. You may hang me on a cross to suffer and die, but I will never agree to share you.’ So, I pushed her down and went to see Anne Marie.” Ari paused, then, “Weren’t you here at Roissy when this took place?”

Little Zoe shook her head and said, “I only remember seeing Doutzen a couple of times. It was about five years ago. Axel had sent me here for training, and I only saw her in the slaves’ dining area. She was alone. Naked. With two valets guarding her. I was too afraid to ask anyone who she was. My valet only said that her name was Doutzen. She was condemned and not to ask any more questions. Shortly afterwards, Axell was told he had to go to Indonesia to run his family’s rubber plantation, and he took me away. We were there for four years. I was only returned to Roissy a little over six months ago.”

Ari sighed and said, “So, you missed the show.”

artmialma

Vita Di Milano

married-to-a-redhead

o-1968

Ari Tells Zoe about Doutzen: Part One

Zoe lay there in the bed beside Ari and was too frightened to speak. But when she heard him say that he had his former lover/slave Doutzen crucified, she blurted out, “Crucified! Surely not!”

Ari continued to absent mindedly circle Zoe’s erect nipple with his finger, and answered in a matter of fact voice, “Yes. I thought that if I brought her here and had her mistreated and abused, she might become less jealous.” He paused, then, “And we would be happy together. I would continue to have other women, and she would accept the fact that no man is truly monogamous. But no. Silly bitch that she was, Doutzen continued to fuss, fume and create scenes whenever she found out about my other lovers. You probably read about the time the police had to be called after she attacked another woman I was with. It was in the papers – made the ‘Paris Match.’ I think it was on one of those television shows, also.”

Zoe, now both horrified and fascinated by the thought of a girl being crucified, replied, “No. I didn’t know any of that. I must have been with Axel in Indonesia. We were there for four years.”

“Oh yes. I forgot,” said Ari. He sighed and continued, “It’s an interesting story. And a cautionary tale for a young slave like you. Let me tell you about it.” As he said this, he moved his fingers from Zoe’s breast, took her small hand and moved it to his member, which was partially erect. “Caress me some while I tell you.” Zoe did as she was told. Ari leaned back against a pillow and began.

“Originally I brought Doutzen here to Roissy to be trained as a slave. She did so willingly, of course, in order to show how much she loved me. And things went well. She was trained like you were -a combination of the physical and psychological. Whippings, humiliation, sexual assaults. And Doutzen became compliant. Then we resumed our lives outside. I was sure she wouldn’t be jealous when I was with different women. But no. It was then that she created that scene. I didn’t need the publicity. It could lead to scrutiny by the government, and I had things that didn’t need to be discovered. Afterall, one cannot become super wealthy without breaking a few laws.

“But I digress. Anyway, after that scene, I brought Doutzen back here. I had her treated more brutally. I remember Valentine’s Day. I made her fellate me while I had Margaretta, one of her friends from modeling, sit astride me. I fingered Margareta to orgasm with Doutzen’s face only centimeters away. I could see the jealousy on her face. I even had her branded that day. Beaten and branded with my initials on her ass. One would think that got the point across to her.”

Zoe noticed Ari’s member becoming harder and more erect as he told her this. And Zoe became more interested in what he was saying. And was horrified that she, too, was becoming aroused.

o-1968

Previously: Part Two

Therese approached the table where Gerard and Anais were seated. She said, “Good afternoon, Monsieur and Mademoiselle,” as she handed the menu to Gerard. Then. “May I get you something to drink?” As she said this, Therese stealthily looked at Anais and thought to herself, “My God! This girl looks so young! She has no business being here.” And indeed, Anais did look young. She was of medium height, a coltish figure, although with a round face that looked as if it still had some baby fat around the jowls. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore hardly any make-up, just some eyeliner around her brown eyes.

Gerard, not as brutally handsome as his brother Etienne, but still nice looking in his corduroy jacket, looked up at Therese and said, “A bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and two glasses, please.”

Therese thought to herself, “If this were a regular restaurant in Paris proper, I would ask to see this girl’s I.D. to make sure she’s of legal age, but here in Roissy it’s different.” Out loud, she said, “Certainly, Sir.” and scurried off to get the wine. Upon her return, Therese overheard a snippet of the couple’s conversation. She heard Anais say, “I swear Gerard, she’s not wearing a bra; I could see her nipples.” And Therese smiled, thinking, “Of course, you did, Dear. Our Roissy dresses are designed that way. Even though, when we are on duty in the restaurant, we are required to attach a veil to the collar around our neck and the center of our corselets that form the top of our dresses, so our breasts are covered, the veils are made of a material so fine as to be almost transparent. With my fairly large breasts being pushed up and out by the corselet, there is no doubt my nipples are on display.”

Therese made a show of bending over as she poured the Sauvignon into Gerard’s glass and then stood by Anais while he tasted the wine, so she might see the outline of her breasts. Gerard nodded and then said, “It’s good. Pour some for Mademoiselle. We’ll each have the trout and Brussels sprouts. I’ve had them before. They’re quite good. I think Mademoiselle will enjoy.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Therese. Then, again making an exaggerated show of bending over, she poured wine into Anais’ glass, as she thought, “Here, Dear. Get a good look. If you do, maybe you can figure out what this man is really interested in, and it’s not whether or not you’ll like the trout. Flee while you can, Baby Girl.”

From a discrete distance, Therese watched them drink the wine. She noticed that the young girl appeared nervous and drank the wine too quickly. Soon, most of the bottle was gone. As she approached the table, Therese noticed a glazed look in Anais’s eyes. Therese said to Gerard, “Would you like another bottle? Your trout will be out shortly.”

Gerard smiled and replied, “Yes. Please.” But as Therese turned to go get another bottle, Gerard said, “Oh, upon your return would you please bring the album. I think Mademoiselle would be interested in seeing it.”

o-1968

Previously: Part Three

Therese returned with another bottle of wine and the album Gerard had requested. She placed the wine in the cooler standing beside the table and handed the album to Gerard, but he said, “No. Give it to Mademoiselle. I think she might be interested in seeing it.

Each girl who came to Roissy – whether as a personal slave or one of the free prostitutes had her photograph taken – in fact several photos – for the ‘Album’ as it was called. Each girl had a ‘page’ in the album with a photo of her face and one or two others showing her figure, partially unclothed or more likely completely nude. Most of the photos were in relatively good taste, but some were quite obscene.

As Gerard had directed, Therese placed the Album beside Anais without saying a word. Then she retreated to the other side of the restaurant where two more guests had just been seated. “Go ahead, open it and look,” said Gerard to the young woman sitting across from him.

Anais opened the book. There on the first page in four languages were the words: “Welcome to Chateau Roissy. Following are photos and text about our slaves. If you wish one to be your companion, just ask. She will not refuse.” After reading this, she looked over at Gerard and said, “It refers to slaves. Are the women here really slaves?”

Gerard replied, “No, of course not in the sense you mean. No woman is being held here against her will. All the women here came willingly.”

Hearing this, Anais thumbed the pages. Suddenly she stopped at one page. “Why, there is the woman waiting on us. She is quite pretty.” She looked at the nude photo of Therese below the headshot and continued, “And has a great figure for a woman her age.”

Gerard replied, “All the women here keep physically fit.”

Anais turned the page from Therese and said, “And there is the girl standing by her over there.” She read out loud, “Jeanne, personal slave of Louis Valmont-Waingro. What is a personal slave?”

Gerard said, “Let’s ask them.” And he waved for Therese and Jeanne to come over to the table. They approached and Gerard said, “Jeanne, Mademoiselle has a question for you.”

Jeanne replied, “Of course, Sir. What is it?”

Anais looked at Jeanne through eyes slightly glazed from the wine and asked, “Why are you listed as a personal slave and your companion is not considered as such?”

Jeanne replied, “I belong to my lover,” She paused and began again, “My Master. Poor Therese does not belong to anyone.” Hearing this, Therese shot her companion a dirty look. But to herself, she thought, "Thank God! I belong to no man."

“Yet, you both came here willingly?” said Anais.

“Yes, of course,” replied Jeanne and Therese in unison.

Anais looked down again at Jeanne’s page in the Album. She looked up and said to Jeanne. “That ‘thing’ at your sex – it looks like an instrument of torture.”

Jeanne smiled and replied, “It’s where my labia has been pierced.”

“Didn’t that hurt?”

“A little at first, but it hurt way more when Anne Marie enlarged the initial hole, so that a larger, heavier ring could be inserted. One big enough to hang a medallion bearing the family crest from.”

“It looks heavy and like it hangs a third of the way down your thigh.”

Jeanne responded, “Yes it does. That way I am constantly aware of it.” She paused, then, “And that way I am reminded of who I belong to, especially when I see myself naked in a mirror.”

Anais took a big gulp of her wine, then suddenly closed the Album and turned to Gerard, saying, “I think I may have had too much to drink, and I really need to get back to study. Can we leave now?”

Gerard replied, “Are you sure?”

“Quite sure. Can we go now?”

Gerard, said, “Okay,” then looked at Therese and Jeanne and said, “Please put our lunch and wine on my brother’s tab.” Then he and Anais got up from the table and left the restaurant.

Jeanne and Therese watched the young couple leave. As they did so, Therese turned to her friend and said, “Maybe you scared that young girl into never coming back. I certainly hope so. She’s too young for all of this.”

She paused, then added, “Sorry bastard, he didn’t even leave a tip.”

howieguja

Little Plains Beach in January

artmialma

Apollonia Saintclair

Room 69

via X: Savage Comics@SavageComics

balkanparamo

Bonnie Tyler: "Living in the powder keg and giving off sparks..."

Total Eclipse of the Heart

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Inspired by O