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Bonnie & Clyde
There once was a castle. It had been built by a young king who was incredibly rich and bored and wanted to explore every form of pleasure. The castle was to have a hundred rooms, each one honoring a different pleasure. It was to be built in a giant spiral that mounted on top of itself so it would rise steadily up from the land, higher and higher, ending in ten turrets. This king traveled the world to furnish and perfect the pleasure rooms of this castle. It took 60 years to build and over that time many rumors and fables had sprung up in the surrounding countryside...tales of the pleasures that could be found there, of the strange contraptions people had seen entering the gates, of the mysterious foreigners who had accompanied them. But before the castle was completed the king had suddenly disappeared. It was as if the castle had swallowed up the whole court. Nobody was seen entering or leaving the castle and the final turret was never completed.
Many years passed and a new family had taken over the castle. By now the stories of the castle and the original king had taken on there own lives. The new king thought himself an intellectual and spent his days surrounded by books and maps. He had no time for superstitious nonsense about "pleasure rooms." "Bah" he would say and wave his hand in the air to show his complete dismissal whenever he heard even the slightest hint of a tale. His wife was equally uninterested, happy instead with the constant reorganization of her jewels and fine dresses. But their daughter was another story. She had been enthralled by the fragments of tales she had overheard from the servants. She had taken to wandering the castle, going from room to room, trying to guess what could have gone on in each one. Now when I say pleasure I am of course including all manner of pleasure...so there had been rooms for music and for food and scents and color...for the pleasures of all the senses. But what interested the young princess was a certain form of pleasure. She was young and innocent...and a princess after all...but she had begun to sense that there must be a sort of pleasure that could cut through the boredom of having everything. She hungered for this pleasure.
So the princess went from room to room. The rooms were mostly empty, but the walls still displayed large frescos and tapestries that hinted at what the room had originally been intended for. They started off quite innocently. As the princess went further up the ever winding passages, the rooms became more and more nerve jangling with brighter colors and disturbing scenes woven into the background of the tapestries or painted almost subliminally into the frescoes. They showed all manner of debauchery, naked people in the throws of climactic agony, of women being tortured with nipple clamps, their cuntlips parted, exposing openings being fingered and jammed with all manner of instruments. Men were also shown being misused, their cocks hard and swollen, painfully being manipulated by hands and mouths, kept on the edge of coming until the final climax was so pent up that they writhed in agony as they shot their loads. And both men and women were shown with their arseholes painfully distended as large rods were inserted and played with. The princess looked at these images and felt her body respond. Room after room she stared at these visions of pain and ecstasy and her appetite grew stronger. She was almost mad with sexual longing. She eventually came to the tenth, unfinished turret. She climbed up the last winding staircase and she arrived at a door.
From the ground outside, this turret looked unfinished, as if a third of the wall had not been built. The roof was also partially undone. So the princess almost didn't open the door, assuming she would just see a barren room and a rather alarming view of the land for miles around... but not opening the door would end her adventure there and then, and that would be quite a let down...so she grasped the doorknob and turned it. The door swung in. The room was dark. There was no daylight. The princess took a few steps into the room, trying to make out what must be covering the opening in the wall. She had gone in just far enough for the door to silently swing closed behind her. She tried to open it again but the knob wouldn't turn. She didn't panic, her mind was too full of other thoughts, of the excitement at the possibilities.
