Last Man Standing: Happy Foxy Goddesses within the Palaces of Pleasue

STRANGE TALES > The Way of Brightness

I forgot I wrote this. Sorry, I was going through cancer and was on a lot of medication. WTF?

Two women whom I respected a lot, told me to leave them alone. One ghosted me and the other made a request that I never contact her again. I wish them well. From those events, this story came about.

It starts with love. . . A Dystopian Fantazy

Beware: Sexual Content with Violence

Pagoda of Pain: Bondage,  Beatings in the Queendom

We worship Pungwoldo, 風月道, the “way of brightness.” We are made of light. The war to end all wars finished with my execution.

Within the patriarchal pagoda of pain, as the women hybrid beasts tore me apart, sucked my entrails, biting into my heart, licking my raw liver, and drinking my red blood

The women continuing to lust for various parts of my flesh as a raw sushi flesh of a man.

My screams only duplicated the sounds of the kotodama, word spirits, the sacred duality of the earthly orgasmic mixed with equal parts hellish world of the demonic flesh. Is was hot in here as they enjoyed my murder.

How can a race of women multiply without men and rule without men as their sex slaves ? We do not care even though I was the last man standing alive.

Though I was hunted him down and finally, found him. Strangely, not what we expected, for I had mutated into a hybrid of flesh of animals and those undead spirits of the night.

Instead, of contempt for this creature of pestilence, we laughed and cherish my doomed demise and enjoyed my final sexual moments.

Back track, I had entered their city of doom, their capital of murder, torture, and beatings, thinking they would never find me.

Walking about the women rulers, I too dressed as a woman, talked as a woman, and thought like a woman, so as not to be discover, uncovered, and dismembered by them.

However, I knew, for we watched and set up the trap and as I walked into their custody. We were patient.

Keep in mind, that the last prison of men closed long ago. They were all freed and fed to the sex starved women rulers for sexual favors and were tortured and made into fresh slaved sushi flesh.

That is why at first they were a bit confused as I walked into their domain acting like a woman, talking like a woman, and smelling like a woman. I almost fooled them.

Yet I noticed that they began to notice the spies that were sent, and that their ninjas were following me closely. Therefore, I knew that they must have figured it out.

Yet both side acted like everything was normal as we both pretended to be fooled. However, we are not fools, ever.

Sex Death Matches!

Such battles were not with normal martial weapons between a protagonist and an antagonist, but with sexual toys. Many died daily, only to be reborn in virgin births that we have perfected.

Remember, the sons of Jesus and the sons of Buddha were virgin births. It remains more common than people think. Now we can give birth to more women. We will not have the mutant males that our ancestors had.

Basically, we would be murdered this final mutant piece of shit during a series of sexual tortures in a ordered and controlled BDSM manner.

Pain before pleasure, while shining in a radiant brightness because light is the orgasmic energy as we spray and squirt our love juices into the air and onto his face as he swallow and tastes our purity.

Never yellow urine but our romantic ejaculation of lust explodes outward as he enters deeper into our ass and ejaculates there.

Coming. Coming. Coming.

He would pleasure us, eat us, rub us, kiss us, bite us, be eaten by us, rubbed by us. . . then the feast began as we bit it off, as we cut it up and off, as we penetrated into his liver, heart, and brain . . . yummy.

Speaking in Tongue within the Rape of Rapture!

Finally, orgasms becomes the acts of procreative deaths, from which we experience re-birth and re-awakening. Except, as queens, we would crush his weak patriarchal spirit and not allow that mutant gender to be reborn ever again.

His final moments became my feat of grand obscene obsolescence. A death cake was almost brought out as we sang.

Happy Death Day to You!

Then they grabbed to his cut off my penis and blew on it to put out all the candles. They clapped and laughed. As I slowly died, the last man standing. They sang, Happy Rebirth day. . . . to me. Smiling, dancing, and screaming joyously in the luminosity of my death. . .

For them, the male gender role remains but the ultimate illusion of patriarchal power. Death to such delusions.

In actuality, only a woman’s spirit is real. Power is not about the Almighty from Heaven.

Only women can create true power, born within the center of the body where the organism originates.

Since love remains might. Lust is even mightier. Love is, thus, the right of passage when riding the wave of light energy and to experience purity of the heat.

Our bodies are full of shit, but our loves are infinite. Gender is relative. Never factual. Sex remains our only act of unity. Not a mere act of pleasure, a union between two sources of brightness. And explosive super nova!

Basically, all beings possess three feminine goddesses or spirits. From these original first feminine souls are born the infinite spirits of all beings. Only women can create life.

Only a goddess can create a god.

Everything is alive, for nothing is dead. Men are mere mutations of the original bonding spirit.

Level of Sexual Temptations: The Chimes of Pain, Zombie vs Vampire Warriors

A variety of shapeshifting spirit warriors along with strange mutant male zombies, and even a Bi An or tiger dragon waited for the action to begin.

No touching is allow in the first level of temptations. Just watching, which is to slowly build up the tension of coming torture. The zombie beast’s clothes were taken off.

All past men just accept it, signing a blood contract, and enjoying the pains of penetrations. Then the sounds of bells and chimes started to sound off as a prelude to coming excitement.

Various whips, chains, and weapons were brought out along with the bells of the mystical music. Daddy nods approval.

The vampire female rulers start to circle. The master queen of pain smiles. Madame controls the initial excitement, but the beauty of the art of lust and art of music are explored.

Skin will be sliced mixed with the dripping blood while commandments are agreed upon. I enters various orifices and pretends to be a Daddy.

Daddy knows that Madame is the Brat who must punish. Madame smiles and stands before her man. Eye to eye. Heart to heart.

We, the vampire demons, willingly allow this, pretending to be fooled that he is a lady pretending to be a male.

Moment by moment we are pulled in the safety of the silence.

Finally, the mutant male reaches to stairs and begins to walk up to the second story.

Forgive me, this has no characters. haha. All in my mind. I will fish them out and bring them here. I have told this story many times. It has an oral life. The written needs development.

I work on the voices of my audience. Hard to hear here, HAHA!

Writing is funny at times. Strange.

All Gods come from the Womb of all Goddesses

Thank you for reading.. . always help others and be kind. Give more and take less. . . a version of this appeared on Medium.

It starts with love. . love every one forever and a day. . .