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Beatriz Rossi is a dear friend who went missing years ago. I thought she had been kidnapped or worse. Dedicating myself to her memory, I visited her ancestral home yearly. But that meant dealing with her aging mother, Lucia Rossi. She is a particularly promiscuous and lewd woman. She likes to write stories; naughty stories, and she finds it prudent that I review them for her. I am not a fan of them. They are always about some unnamed heroine who goes on some exotic adventure across fantastic lands. They start well enough, but her stories always end with some of the most extreme, fetish-engaging, and outright graphic content I have ever read. What is Lucia’s deal with monsters anyway?
During one troublesome year, I discovered the answer. There is a secret door hidden inside her ancestral home. A door that can show those who open it monstrous desires.

Sample:

In the positionthe heroine was in there was nothing she could do to stop them from mountingher. Ropes and vines had been used to tie her down in the most awkward ofpositions. Lying on her belly, she could do nothing about the discomfort of hertits being compressed beneath her. Her hands were tied behind her back – aswell as her feet. Her legs tied up in a torturous description that would allowany of the well-hung tribesmen to easily mount her without her feet kicking atthem. And mount her they did! One of the obsidian-skinned men jumped onto thealtar, squatted down, and then took her like an animal. Lucia described thepenetration as if a giant African python had slithered inside the poorheroine’s body. His thrusts were slow but forceful. Each one drove in hisserpent deeper than before. The beast of a man roared with a lustful war cryeach time he did. Doing this until his cock could go no deeper, he then let outthe most savage cry of all as his black serpent spit white poison until itleaked forth from the heroine’s body like the flowing river waters of theUbangi River. Lucia described that the heroine herself made quite the noisebegging for him to stop.

Lucia describedit as, “She was much like a female cat screaming at the Tom whose thorny penistore up her insides. It only made him want her more. And like a Tom that bitesdown on the tuft of skin and fur on the back of his mate, that beast of a manlifted her off the pedestal with great strength into his arms. There, holdingfor all the others to see he proceeded to thrust his hips again, forcing hisblack serpent upwards through the milky white venom it had spat out inside ofher. The darkness and flames conspired against her. The features on the facesof the others who watched were invisible even in the torchlight. Only theirglistening serpents shaking and stirring in their wide hands remained visible,as they always had been.”

This was only the beginning of the obscenitiesthat Lucia provided. It proved to be the most rank and perverted thing I hadever read. Usually, I would have stopped reading at this point, if not muchsooner. The story leading up to where the heroine had been captured; her questthrough the jungle, the dark mysteries she uncovered, all of it a fascinatingread and worthy of praise. In former years it would have been enough to critiqueand then be on my way. I suppose, After all these years, I must have finallygiven in to temptation. To tell the truth, I don’t know why I continued withoutskipping through it. Sometimes, I guess it is better just to bow down to theabsurdity of something rather than avoid it because it will eventually catch upto you anyway.  

The storycontinued from a scene of bondage and graphic pornography to one of shockingperversity I never thought possible. It took a special sort of twistedimagination to write what I read. The heroine wasn’t simply taken over and overagain, as I had anticipated. They took her all at once; a feat I don’t think ispossible and something that made me question Lucia’s kinks more than everbefore. One by one the obsidian-skinned men climbed and stood with theirbrother on the alter. Where the first one was still breeding the heroine frombehind, the second man penetrated her as he faced her. Both of their ‘serpents’,the term Lucia continued to use to describe their cocks, slithered against theother’s inside the same hole. The three lost their balance, maybeintentionally, leaving the heroine sandwiched between the two ceremoniouslybreeding her. Her guttural screaming and groining were not enough to stop morefrom climbing onto the altar with her. In the most impossible scene I haveread, not three but four men at one time penetrated the heroine with theirlarge, black serpents. Serpentine imagery used again. I knew little about themating habits of snakes. I never thought Lucia would be the one to teach methrough one of her dirty stories.

Serpents mate by ganging up on onefemale. There may be hundreds of snakes at a time coiling themselves togetherwith the female to form a sort of writhing ball. Each male takes his turn withher, fighting against all the other males with not one but two penises. Thefemale has no chance of escaping the prison of bodies that encapsulates her.This bondage can last for hours. Time enough to fill the female, overflowingher with white inseminating venom.  It isthick and gummy to make it harder for the less worthy males to penetrate her.This only leads to a sloppy mess of churning and bubbling that grows with everymale that releases his seed inside of her….. 

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