subalternus succubus

subalternus succubus subalternus succubus

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A 24/7 sub is abused by her Master and finally breaks free before he tortures her to death

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A 24/7 sub is abused by her Master and finally breaks free before he tortures her to death

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Submitted: April 13, 2013

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Submitted: April 13, 2013

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Freeze into stone

Then moan-that I may grow
my moss upon thee
i complied
 
Meek lamb-lay down upon my alter
unloosen your chastity belt and garter
That I may enter you with my sword
i obeyed
 
On my knees
i became a vase, an ark
an urn for his ashes
dispossessed-yet possessed
a cage and zoo for all his wild beasts
 
Unbeknownst to the host
twas i who rose up holy
a Priestess who ate
both of his gifts and my own body
survived by my own blood
 
Love was a word
He left me with in comely tombs
His arrows ready
His guns packed for next practice
 
He forgot the natural rules
That the Eve brings both forth light and dark
wrong and right
That the apple is a star
cut open to it's core
It contains both words and worlds
both dreams and both desires
 
He remembered not
The throne  sat upon too long
becomes but a dead gold alter
a stone overturned
That is banished by it's own predicaments
and starved by its own worms and wounds
 
Once barren wombs
may still hold seeds
That greed is the cause of it's own resistance
Loyalty is not a game
to punish for it's persistence
 
Thus he became an worshipless monument
to his own empty forgetfulness
A cave no longer lit
with the jewels of her benefits
 
Time slipped away into distance
and still- i was less than
a grain of sand- a blade of grass
a sigh of foam
upon his dry lips
 
The silence weighed heavily
As he wore my unfurred cloak
around his neck-no penalty
Yet he choked- upon the forgotten story of Lazarus
The walls of his rooms turning blue-crumbling
 
Until a fairy appeared from the midst
of her own shroud-her own wound-her own cocoon
with wet and nearly formed wings
her flesh rose like a brilliant hot sun
Her breasts formed like moons
ever changing
 
She breathed upon the dew
stepped forth from her dead skin
Left behind the replica of her depleted body
He too withered and blind to see
The snake is not the skin it wears
Nor the snail its own shell
 
He never knew the difference
His stiff joints and wrists
Separated from his upper hand and hips
The ticket to her freedom
blew away in the wind
 
She needed not to pick it up nor claim it
Nor run away nor chase it
Not speak of it nor name it
She needed simply to be
all she already was that which he could never see
trailing behind her the chains of her own destiny
She now travelled the world free
 
Vashti Puls


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