STORY: Cindy's Torment
wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
Cindy's Torment
By Anonymous John
There are certain benefits to being an executive in a big
corporation. One of them became evident a few months ago. There
had been a nasty turf war between a couple departments. One of
them had won, resulting in the ouster of a bunch of the
lower-level people who had stayed loyal to the losing department.
I hadn't taken much interest in this until one day when one of
the losers came rushing into my office, in tears. (I have a rep
as a "nice guy," so she probably thought I could or would help
her out.) My secretary came running in after her, obviously
having failed to stop her. I rather liked the sight of a woman
in tears, so I waved my secretary away, and let the distraught
woman, who we'll call Cindy Lee, say her piece. My secretary
smiled as she left the room; she knew my particular interests
only too well. Oh, I fail to mention that Cindy is a very
attractive, petite woman of Chinese descent, about age 23 I would
say. She had a full figure with large, firm breasts and broad
hips. She was dressed in a beautiful red dress, with black high
heels. Her makeup was light and well-applied, accenting a pair
of beautiful, almond-shaped eyes.
Cindy proceeded to lay the predictable sob story on me. She
had no place else to go, she couldn't go home because her parents
wouldn't talk to her since she had once lived with a man. She
cried that none of it was her fault, that she desperately wanted
to stay, and could I please find someway to help her keep her
job. I calmed her down after a while, and then laid it on the
line. If she wanted her job, it was going to cost her. Her look
became troubled; it got even more troubled when I informed her
that she would have to be my obedient sex slave. She seemed to
be in shock as I laid out the details: she would always be
available to me, and could not complain about anything I did
to her. She protested, threatened to talk to the local employee
representative and the newspapers. I smiled and informed her
that the employee representative shared my tastes, and that if
she talked to the newspapers, nobody would believe her and
furthermore she wouldn't be able to get a job anywhere ever
again. To help her decide, I offered her double salary, and a
position in a different department. Eventually, her desire to
continue paying rent won out, and she capitulated.
Needless to say, I kept my end of the bargain, and she kept
hers. She was sent to a different department at a substantial
pay increase, and every day after work would show up in my office
to entertain me. For the first few days, I took it easy. After
all, I didn't want to freak her out so badly that she WOULD
report me. We kissed a lot, and I would run my hands around on
her body. I went further and further each time. Soon, I was
stripping her down to bra and panties, rubbing her cunt on the
outside of her panties, making her play with my cock. She clearly
didn't like any of this (she had only been with one other man in
her life), but she bit her lip and didn't complain.
Finally, we got down to business one day. I stripped off
all her clothing and laid her down on the desk on her back. She
had truly gorgeous tits, with large brown nipples. Her cunt and
asshole were small and tight. I ran my hands up and down her
body, pinching her nipples and inserting a finger into her cunt.
She gasped as I explored deep inside of her, feeling into her
most private nooks and crannies. I took out my finger and
pinched her clit. Then, lifting her legs and pushing them
against her chest, I dropped my pants and shoved my swollen
member against her cunt lips. I'm very largely built, about
as thick around as one of Cindy's ankles. It has caused my
girlfriends some pain in the past, and I figured that Cindy's
extra-tight cunt would be no exception. I stuffed my head into
her, and began pushing. Her dark almond eyes widened in
surprise, and she gasped again. She was dry, so I had to push
hard. I increased the pressure, moving my hips from side to side
in an effort to penetrate her. Her teeth clenched in pain, but
she didn't resist. Finally, my shaft began to sink into her
cunt, to the tune of some muffled groaning on her part. As I
sunk into her cunt, I grabbed her wrists, holding them down
firmly. Once I was in, I fucked her vigorously for the better
part of an hour, all of which she endured with little whimpers.
I finally pulled out and shot a wad of come that flew out to land
on her stomach and tits. Trembling, but relieved, she cleaned
up and left.
Over the next few weeks, I started indulging my real tastes.
While I fucked her, I would start to do cruel little things to
her. I would pinch her nipples, twisting them around. Or, I
would pinch her clit while shoving into her, sometimes pulling
out some cunt hairs just for fun. As she got used to the abuse,
I increased it. I would force her to bend over with her legs
spread, while I slapped her ass with my hand. One of the best
days was when I tied her bent over a chair, her wrists and ankles
tied to the legs and her ass sticking up in the air. I took off
my belt and repeatedly smacked her round ass, until her
golden-bronze skin was a bright, bright red. She shrieked and
cried all the while. Finally, I slipped my cock into her cunt,
shoving hard. Before coming, I untied her and forced her to take
it in her mouth. She could barely fit in the head, but I shoved
anyway until most of my cock was in her mouth. Her full lips
were stretched to their fullest around my swollen member. With a
couple of strokes, I came, filling her mouth past capacity with
warm, sticky seed. I told her to swallow, and she obeyed,
gulping quickly. I made her lick me clean, and then let her go
for the night.
My little slave was proceeding so well, never uttering a
peep of protest, that I decided to quicken the pace a bit, to
really test her limits. I set things up with my secretary the
day before. When Cindy came in for her nightly workout, I told
her something new was in store. My secretary came in, carrying
the bag of equipment I had requested. I stripped Cindy and told
her to bend over a typing desk. Her stomach rested on the desk;
her torso hung over its edge. I tied her hands to each of the
front legs, and then tied her ankles to the back legs, making
sure to pull the ropes tight. Her ass protruded upwards, giving
me a nice view up into the cleft between her ass-cheeks. I got a
pair of vicious nipple clips out of the bag and clipped them onto
Cindy's tits. She yelped loudly each time. I then hung 5-pound
weights off of the clips, stretching her tender tits into pointed
cones. She moaned, her tits clearly smarting. I then grabbed
her jet-black hair, forcing her face up. I presented my swollen
cock to her mouth, and told her to suck. This she did, gagging
as I plunged the huge thing into the back of her throat.
Finally, I was ready for the real entertainment.
I walked around to her rear, opened her ass cheeks, and
placed my cock head onto her wrinkled little asshole. Next to
her tiny asshole, my cock looked absolutely monstrous; the hole
in its tip seemed to be as large as her anal opening. I began
pushing, and her asshole dilated the littlest bit. I shoved
harder, making her asshole gape. Cindy gasped loudly, then began
trying to thrash, managing to wiggle her ass just the littlest
bit. As my cock head dilated her asshole, she began to cry,
pleading with me that it hurt, to please take it out or I would
rip her in half. My secretary watched with amusement; I had only
half the head in. I shoved harder, forcing the head in; Cindy
screeched. Taking a deep breath, I gave a mighty shove, forcing
my large cock in all the way to the hilt. Cindy screamed in
agony, all her muscles contracting in a frantic effort to get
away. But, the ropes held her fast. I began pumping hard,
making her asshole push in and pull out. Every time I moved,
Cindy moaned and shrieked with pain. She looked like she was
impaled on a pole. Her entire body was taut with agony. To
increase my enjoyment, I began methodically slapping her ass hard
while I pushed. Finally, I came, pouring a gigantic gusher up
her colon. I pulled out, making her grunt.
I walked around to her front, signaling to my secretary to
begin her part of the fun. I presented my shit and come-covered
cock to Cindy's tear-stained face again. Cindy pulled back in
revulsion. I grabbed her by the hair and touched my cock lips to
her mouth, telling her she had better open up and clean me off.
She refused, shaking her head. I nodded to my secretary, who was
now standing behind Cindy with a riding crop. My secretary, a
strapping blond woman, lowered the crop down on Cindy's ass with
all the force she could muster. The SMACK! was so loud I jumped.
Cindy jerked and screamed, her tears starting afresh. My
secretary lashed out again and again, sinking the tough leather
into Cindy's unprotected flesh. The sharp smacks sounded like a
rifle being shot. Soon, Cindy's ass was a criss-crossing bunch
of welts; Cindy was crying continuously. I asked her once again
whether or not she would clean me off. She hesitated. I nodded
to my secretary, who took careful aim. Her arm jerked downward,
and the lash fell right between Cindy's ass cheeks, slashing her
tender abused asshole and cunt with a loud WHACK!!! Cindy
jumped, a wild look of fear in her almond eyes. My secretary
lashed again. Cindy screamed loudly. Another slash. Cindy
finally screamed that yes, she would do it. My secretary
stopped, and Cindy opened her mouth. My filth-encrusted dick
slid in, and she began sucking. Soon, I was clean again, to the
tune of a bit of gagging on Cindy's part. We untied her, and she
fell on the floor.
We were about to move onto the next phase of punishment when
my secretary asked to be excused to go to the restroom. I was
about to let her go when I had a wicked idea. I knelt down next
to Cindy, and asked her whether she would like to help us out.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, tears still staining her
face. So, I spelled it out for her. My secretary needed to
relieve herself, and here was a willing sex slave to save her a
trip. Cindy went pale and shook her head, saying that nothing we
could do would ever get her to consent. I smiled, grabbed her
hands and tied them behind her back. I hefted her onto my desk,
and tied her legs apart, attaching the ropes to the desk legs. I
looked in my drawer and found what I wanted: an electric wire
with two ends split apart and laid bare at one end, and an
electric plug in the other. I pushed the plug into a wall
socket, and touched the two wires to one of Cindy's tits. She
jumped convulsively and screamed. I smiled and told her to stop
me whenever she agreed to what we wanted. Over and over, I
applied the ends of the wire to her tits, leaving little marks on
her nipples and all over her breasts. Finally, I moved down to
her cunt. I applied the wires to her clit, holding them there
for a couple of seconds. She screamed shrilly and strained
against her bonds. I ran the ends of the wires up and down her
swelling cunt lips. I could see little sparks burning her tender
flesh. Her legs were extremely tense; her whole body was covered
with sweat. After thoroughly shocking her cunt, I finally moving
to her asshole. I held the wire ends to her asshole for a while.
Her screams got loud and panicky. Getting tired of waiting, I
finally shoved one wire into her asshole, and one into her cunt,
leaving it there. Her body went rigid as the current flowed
through her. Her teeth clenched. I asked her again whether she
would do what we wanted. Finally, she shook her head yes.
We untied her and let her rest for a minute. Then, we
retied her onto the floor, on her back. I told her to open her
mouth wide. She obeyed willingly, fearful of a repeat of my
shocking performance. My secretary slipped off her panties and
squatted down over the gaping mouth. She carefully positioned
her pisshole over our slave's mouth. She began to piss; I again
warned Cindy to swallow or else. A yellow liquid stream fell
into Cindy's mouth. I watched as it began to fill her mouth.
Cindy grimaced in disgust, but realized that she had to swallow
or begin to lose the urine. She began gulping. My secretary
held back, wanting this punishment to last a while. For what
seemed like minutes, my secretary inundated Cindy's mouth. Cindy
swallowed and swallowed, tears streaming down her eyes. Finally,
my secretary ran out of piss.
I walked over to the bag and pulled out another toy: a large
(repeat, large) black rubber dildo. The shaft was immense: it
was probably the size of a baseball bat. I made my secretary
take off her skirt, and strapped the dildo onto her so that it
stuck out straight like a man's cock. My own cock was quite
stiff by now. We jerked Cindy up to her feet, and I shoved my
cock into her asshole again, pushing hard to force my dry rod
into her even drier anus. She screamed in pain; the shocking of
her asshole and its previous rape had left it tender. When I was
finally sunk in deep into her bowels, my secretary positioned
herself in front of Cindy, kicking her legs apart. She bent her
knees a bit so that she could begin to insert the tip of the huge
dildo into Cindy's tiny cunt. She got the tip in, and began
shoving. Cindy's eyes widened with agony and her mouth gaped
open; the dildo was far larger than anything else she had ever
had to take. Her hips bucking hard, my secretary shoved and
shoved, making Cindy rise up on her little brown toes each time
from the force. Finally, the monster was all the way into
Cindy's tender cunt. Her head was thrown back in pain, her teeth
clenched; she moaned loudly. My secretary and I started a
rhythm; while she pushed in, I pulled out and vice versa. We
sawed away at poor Cindy for a long time, making her groan in
pain with each thrust. Finally, I reached around to her burnt
little nipples and began pinching, pulling and twisting. Cindy
shrieked, and I came, followed a few seconds later by my
secretary. We pulled out of Cindy; I forced her onto her knees,
and made her clean me up one last time.
Cindy was beginning to look exhausted, so we gave her a long
break. While she rested, I decided to let my secretary have some
fun on her own. After all, she had been a loyal servant for a
long time, once having to endure many of the same things that
were befalling Cindy. While Cindy whimpered and sobbed on the
floor, I pulled my secretary aside and talked to her in low
tones. She gave me an evil smile and a kiss. We turned back to
our slave.
My secretary slipped off her clothes and made sure that
Cindy's hands were fastened securely behind her back. She pulled
Cindy into a kneeling position and forced her legs apart.
Running her hands up and down Cindy's body, my secretary
tongue-kissed her deeply. Finally, she stood up and presented
her cunt to Cindy's face, telling her to lick and to make it
good.. Cindy had clearly never eaten cunt before and was
revolted by the idea. However, our previous displays of cruelty
convinced her to comply without any protest. She stuck out her
tongue and gingerly began lapping at my secretary's dripping
cunt.
Cindy's face wrinkled with disgust as she tasted my
secretary's musty nether lips. Soon, my secretary got impatient;
Cindy was doing a poor job in spite of being equipped with full
sensuous lips and tongue. Pulling back, my secretary grabbed
Cindy's hair and pulled hard. Calling her a lazy little bitch,
she slapped Cindy's face hard, first on one side and then the
other. Cindy issued a loud cry, her eyes squeezed tight. Her
tears began again. My secretary presented her cunt once more,
but Cindy's fumbling still brought her no satisfaction.
My secretary walked angrily back over to the bag of
equipment, and pulled out another dildo. This one was not quite
as massive as the one she had just used on Cindy's cunt, but it
was still big. She strapped it on, using as a harness a device
that had a tongue extending to her cunt; exerting pressure on the
dildo would cause pressure on her clit. Towering threateningly
over Cindy, she told her to open her mouth. My secretary shoved
the dildo in, making Cindy's jaws gape wide. She started bucking
her hips with a strong, steady rhythm. Each time she thrust
forward, the dildo sank deep into Cindy's throat, ramming into
the back of her throat, making her gag, and blocking her
breathing. This punishment continued for a while; the pressure
against the dildo made my secretary more and more excited. She
was developing a positively feral gleam in her eyes. Finally, she
pulled the dildo out of Cindy's full-lipped mouth and slapped her
face again. As Cindy opened her mouth to cry out, my secretary
jammed the dildo into her throat as far as it would go. She held
it there, pushing hard against Cindy's throat, blocking her
breathing. My secretary began rotating her hips, thus making her
harness rotate and causing the tongue to rub against her clit.
Cindy began to struggle for air, her lungs heaving convulsively,
her almond eyes widening with alarm. With obvious pleasure, my
secretary watched her, and rotated her hips even harder. Just as
Cindy's eyes glazed over, preparatory to passing out, my
secretary orgasmed and pulled the dildo out. Cindy gasped
loudly, sucking breath in desperately. When she had recovered
somewhat, my secretary slapped her face again and shoved in the
dildo. Once again, she held it there, rotating her hips to
orgasm. Once again, Cindy narrowly avoided passing out. This
scene was repeated several times. Finally, the edge taken off
her lust, my secretary withdrew, letting Cindy slump to the
floor, breathing heavily.
While Cindy recovered, my secretary walked to the bag and
pulled the dildo off of her harness. She replaced it with the
much larger dildo she had used to torment Cindy's aching little
cunt, lubricated it, got some rope, and walked back over to her.
Cindy was curled up on the floor in a tight ball, shivering,
obviously afraid of what was going to come next. Kneeling down,
my secretary pushed Cindy onto her back, put the rope under her
back, and tied one end to her right knee. She pulled hard on the
rope, drawing Cindy's right leg back near her tormented chest.
My secretary then pulled Cindy's left knee back similarly, and
tied the other end of the rope to it. This splayed Cindy's legs
wide apart, totally exposing her cunt and asshole. Her hands, of
course, were still tied behind her back. Losing no time, her
lust rising again, my secretary positioned herself over Cindy,
mounting her as a man would. She positioned the tip of the dildo
over Cindy's ravaged asshole, and began pressing. I was
astounded at her cruelty. She was smiling fixedly, a wicked,
toothy smile as she pressed the tip on Cindy's asshole. Cindy
shrieked and began pleading, telling her that the dildo felt like
it had ripped her cunt apart and that in her asshole it would
surely kill her. My secretary ignored her and shoved harder,
bucking with her hips. With each buck, Cindy's body slid on the
carpet. Slowly but surely, the tip of the monstrous dildo began
dilating Cindy's asshole. With each buck of my secretary's
strong hips, the hole got a bit bigger. Cindy began screaming in
earnest, kicking her lower legs (which weren't tied down) and
whipping her head back and forth. She was clearly in more pain
than she had ever been in her life. This only served to increase
my secretary's lust; she began bucking harder. With a final hard
shove, the monster dildo head pushed its way into Cindy's
asshole, making her pass out.
I obtained some smelling salts and held them under Cindy's
nose. As soon as she came around, she began crying again, and my
secretary began shoving. The rest of the way was easier: after
another minute, the shaft had disappeared into Cindy's taught,
immensely-stretched asshole. Here almond eyes were wide with
panic and agony; each little movement made her clench her teeth
and shriek. My secretary began pulling the dildo out,
preparatory to thrusting; Cindy gave a long, drawn-out wailing
sound. When the head was almost all the way out, my secretary
shoved again, driving it in one long thrust. The sudden
re-dilation made Cindy pass out again. Once again, smelling
salts were applied, and the real fun began. My secretary began
pumping in a regular rhythm, pulling in and out. Cindy's
asshole, stretched to the limit, looked like it was being pulled
off her body when the dildo was withdrawn; when it was shoved in,
she looked like she was having a tree shoved up her ass. She
sounded that way too, screaming constantly. To increase her pain
(if such a thing was possible) my secretary began thrusting
harder. She held Cindy's head still, and kissed her screaming
mouth deeply, over and over. This muffled, but did not stifle
Cindy's screams. My secretary then reached down and began
pinching and kneading Cindy's brown little nipples, quite hard.
She pulled at them, wrapping them around her finger and yanking
so hard I thought she would pull them off her body. Finally, my
secretary, thrusting harder and harder in her approaching orgasm,
took one of Cindy's nipples between her teeth and bit down hard.
Cindy's shrieks increased in volume and pitch. Pulling back with
her head, holding the agonized nipple, my secretary began bucking
wildly. Her orgasm must have lasted for a full two minutes,
interrupted only by her letting go of Cindy's nipple and taking
the other one in her teeth.
When my secretary was finally done, she thrusted hard and
buried the dildo in Cindy's asshole. Unharnessing herself, she
left the dildo in and found the camera. She took several
pictures of Cindy with the monstrous dildo in her asshole, tears
streaming down her face, her nipples bitten and burnt. Finally,
she reached down and yanked the dildo out of Cindy. Her asshole
gaped wide open. Cindy lay sobbing on the floor for a long
while. My secretary stood over her, enjoying her pain and
humiliation, recharging her batteries for one final act of
cruelty.
It wasn't long in coming. My secretary knelt down and ran
her hands over Cindy's body a couple times, stopping to lightly
pinch her nipples and clit. Then, with one hand she grabbed
Cindy's dark little tuft of cunt hair and held on fast. She
pulled her other hand back and made a fist, aiming it for Cindy's
wide-open, exposed cunt. She drove the blow home with an
awful-sounding SMACK! In spite of her trauma, Cindy yelped and
jumped. Again, my secretary reared back. SMACK! Her fist
seemed to bury itself in Cindy's tight little cunt. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She pounded away like a sledge hammer.
Cindy let out a half groan/half scream with each blow. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! Giving her cunt hair a final pull, my secretary
finally stopped. She went over to the equipment bag and pulled
out some lubricant. Walking back over to Cindy, she asked me to
turn the slave over almost onto her side so that one of her tits
would be on the floor. I did as my secretary asked, whereupon
she lifted her heel and planted it squarely on Cindy's tormented
nipple. While she lubricated her fist, she ground her heel from
one side to the other, mashing Cindy's little brown nipple into
the carpet. Cindy screamed and screamed. Finally, my secretary
stopped.
My secretary knelt down again, once again quite excited. She
thrust a slick finger into Cindy's cunt, and began churning it
around. Cindy wailed loudly at this new intrusion. When my
secretary pulled it out, there was a bit of blood on it, probably
from her long, sharp nails. She then put in two fingers and
churned again, pulling them in and out. Ever time she pushed in
hard, Cindy yelped. Her fingers came out a bit bloodier. Next,
she shoved in three fingers. By now, the pain of having her cunt
stretched again was combining with the pain of the razor-sharp
nails. Cindy began moaning loudly, begging us not do hurt her
like this. Oblivious, my secretary put in a fourth finger,
churned for a bit, and began shoving. Soon, most of her fingers
up to the knuckle were buried in Cindy's stretched cunt. My
secretary made a fist, and Cindy let out a scream that was
deafening. With lust in her eyes, my secretary began to shove
her fist in. With a few brutal jabs, she got it in up to the
wrist. Cindy's cunt lips were stretched to the limit, wrapped
around my secretary's wrist. Pulling almost all the way out, she
punched hard again. When she hit the back of Cindy's womb, all
the poor little slave could do was arch her neck, her mouth
gaping open, her eyes squeezed tight in agony. My secretary
pulled out again, and punched. Her tempo increased.
Unfortunately, my secretary was getting excited but could not
easily stimulate herself, due to her clumsy position. I decided
to help. Kneeling down, I parted my secretary's ass-cheeks, and
found her well-worn asshole with the tip of my cock. I thrust it
all the way in with one movement. My secretary screamed in pain
and pleasure. Her fist buried itself in Cindy's cunt once again.
I began fucking my secretary. The harder I fucked, the harder
she punched up into Cindy's ravaged womb. Cindy had regained her
breath and was screaming loudly. Soon, my secretary's screams
joined her in a combination of asshole-torment and orgasm. When
she finished coming, I pulled out of her and knelt down over
Cindy's open, screaming mouth. As my secretary delivered a few
final punches, I jerked a huge load of sperm into Cindy's mouth.
Spurt after spurt of come coated her tongue. I aimed some at her
face, making it dribble off of her nose and lips. Finally, when
the last spurt died down, I stood up. I told my secretary to
keep her fist in Cindy's cunt. I took a few pictures for
posterity, whereupon we finally untied poor Cindy and told her
that she could leave. It took her some time, she was so
traumatized. There were whip-marks on her ass; her cunt and
asshole were terribly stretched and bleeding; her nipples were
bruised, bitten, and burnt. Finally, whimpering and trembling,
she dressed and left.
And that's what I like about being an executive in a large
corporation.
--
Please *don't* post tests or personals here. To use this service, send EMAIL to:
Anonymous posting: wi-...@wizvax.methuen.ma.us (yes, a dash)
Anonymous reply: <user's alias>@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
Test path/get alias: wi-...@wizvax.methuen.ma.us (yes, a dash)
ACS administrator: wi-a...@wizvax.methuen.ma.us (yes, a dash)
Donn Pedro
Well, there go a couple of a.s.b. feeds.
Donn Pedro ....................a.k.a. uunet!nwnexus!mcgp1!brat!donn
else: uunet!uswnvg!dfpedro
"You talk the talk. Do you walk the walk?"
Matthew Harelick
Timothy Burleson
>
>Well, there go a couple of a.s.b. feeds.
>
>
> Donn Pedro ....................a.k.a. uunet!nwnexus!mcgp1!brat!donn
> else: uunet!uswnvg!dfpedro
Yeah, but it was fun. What a way to go! :)
--Tim
Paul Davies
It is amazing how intolerant suposedly tolerant people can be. The
traffic on the newsgroup concerning this story dissapoints me. I can
almost imagine some posters supporting censorship. Censorship is bad in
all forms because although sometimes we really believe that we are
protecting someone/something we are opening the door to greater and
greater depravtion of freedom.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
| "The effects of technology do not occur
Paul Davies / Synthetic Man | at the level of opinions or concepts, but
pda...@alchemy.chem.utoronto.ca | alter sense ratios or patterns of per-
pda...@intacc.uucp | ception steadily and without resistance."
| - Marshall McLuhan
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
P Scannell
It is amazing how intolerant suposedly tolerant people can be. The
traffic on the newsgroup concerning this story dissapoints me. I can
almost imagine some posters supporting censorship. Censorship is bad in
all forms because although sometimes we really believe that we are
protecting someone/something we are opening the door to greater and
greater depravtion of freedom.
What you're missing here is that the price we pay for disallowing
censorship is eternal vigilance. If we admit (for example) that
neo-Nazis have the right to deny that the Holocaust ever happened,
then it falls on *someone's* shoulders to rebut them every time they
say so. That's a lot of work for *someone*.
Ditto for this story. The more times it gets reposted, the more
times people have to stand up and repeat that non-consensual sex
and/or pain is evil and unacceptable (and not what a.s.b is about)
the more sick and tired and angry they're going to be about having
to do it. But surely you agree that they must do so, and continue
to do so? And surely you see that this is not censorship, but the
free exchange of ideas? Silence is death, as they say.
As for the story itself, it was clearly written (1) purely for shock
value or (2) by someone who really hates women. Certainly it was
written by someone sorely lacking in literary talent. It owes its
repeated postings simply to the fact that it is shocking, vicious
and therefore infamous. Do you really believe that the people
who continually repost it truly believe that they are thereby
improving the lives of those who will read it? I don't.
--
Copyright 1991, Patrick D. Scannell
Paul Davies
>In article <1991Nov6.2...@alchemy.chem.utoronto.ca> pda...@alchemy.chem.utoronto.ca (Paul Davies) writes:
[ stuff i said deleted ]
>
>Ditto for this story. The more times it gets reposted, the more
>times people have to stand up and repeat that non-consensual sex
>and/or pain is evil and unacceptable (and not what a.s.b is about)
>the more sick and tired and angry they're going to be about having
>to do it. But surely you agree that they must do so, and continue
>to do so? And surely you see that this is not censorship, but the
>free exchange of ideas? Silence is death, as they say.
I agree whole heartedly. But, the sentiment attached to the bulk of
critism of 'Cindy...' was "get it out of here"; not, "that is wrong".
I would much rather have to be vigilant than not have the choice of
expression.
>
>As for the story itself, it was clearly written (1) purely for shock
>value or (2) by someone who really hates women. Certainly it was
>written by someone sorely lacking in literary talent. It owes its
>repeated postings simply to the fact that it is shocking, vicious
>and therefore infamous. Do you really believe that the people
>who continually repost it truly believe that they are thereby
>improving the lives of those who will read it? I don't.
I agree that the people that post the story are probably posting it to
shock/offend (which I imagine amusses them). But, things that shock
require us to ask questions (of ourselves) and that is always good.
That which shocks often stirs debate which has an undeniable value. (And
hopefully it doesn't start a flame.war.)
I want to end this post by saying that I am *not* attacking anyone for
for saying that the ideas express by the Cindy story are wrong, but I do
think that it is very easy to go from saying that something is wrong to
saying that such material should not be posted. I think there is a fine
difference between those two things and in a group such as this it
should be appreciated.
Donn Pedro
> When will people forget about Cindy's Torment already?
When we stop bringing it up?
Donn Pedro
>
> It is amazing how intolerant suposedly tolerant people can be. The
> traffic on the newsgroup concerning this story dissapoints me. I can
> almost imagine some posters supporting censorship. Censorship is bad in
> all forms because although sometimes we really believe that we are
> protecting someone/something we are opening the door to greater and
> greater depravtion of freedom.
You know, Paul, I have yet to see somene call for the censorship
of this story. Some do not care for it and do not want to read it.
Some lament on the trouble the story may bring. Some do not
save it to disk, or pass it on to others.
Not a single one of these acts, or all of them for that matter,
qualifies as censorship.
Nice try though.
D. Glenn Arthur Jr.
Posts after this made it, so I'm trying to post this again. If it
shows up twice, 'twas not intended to. Thanks.]
In article <7...@brat.UUCP> do...@brat.UUCP writes:
>You know, Paul, I have yet to see somene call for the censorship
>of this story. Some do not care for it and do not want to read it.
>Some lament on the trouble the story may bring. Some do not
>save it to disk, or pass it on to others.
>
>Not a single one of these acts, or all of them for that matter,
>qualifies as censorship.
I have seen posts that strongly suggested that posting the story
was an incorrect thing to do. I have seen posts that announced
a refusal to cooperate on another, unrelated matter, with the recent
reposter allegedly on the grounds of hir reposting the story.
Maybe these things have not yet crossed the line to attempted
censorship, but we've certainly seen censUREship take forms that
make _me_ quite uncomfortable. It's starting to sound (to me)
like people are trying to find ways to censor "Cindy's Torment"
without being censors.
Am I overreacting? Maybe. But the point remains:
Where do we want to draw the line? And what lines do
we want to draw?
--
D. Glenn Arthur Jr., The Human Vibrator, gl...@bessel.umd.edu
"Being a _man_ means knowing that one has
a choice not to act like a 'man'."
(From the "So You Think You're a Man" workshop at Starwood, 1991)
You can send me mail anonymously at wi...@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
Lothie
>I have seen posts that strongly suggested that posting the story
>was an incorrect thing to do. I have seen posts that announced
>a refusal to cooperate on another, unrelated matter, with the recent
>reposter allegedly on the grounds of hir reposting the story.
>
>
> D. Glenn Arthur Jr., The Human Vibrator, gl...@bessel.umd.edu
I was one of the persons that announced a refusal to cooperate, etc.
I feel that my reasons were valid. My logic was as follows:
1) Though I have read Cindy, and have a copy, I do not feel that it needs
to be reposted again; anyone who wants a copy will be able to get it
from one of the many people who have it.
2) It's been stated that every time Cindy is reposted, more sites lose
access to alt.sex.*.
3) The person who reposted Cindy is the same person who announced a new
alt.sex.bondage.survey.
4) This person did not state what the survey was for or what sie would
do with the data once received.
5) My feeling was, then, that this person was suffering from a disctinct
lack of judgment, and might misuse such data. Therefore, I announced my
intention to refuse to answer the survey.
Perhaps this is censureship, Glenn. I prefer to think of it as standing
up for what I feel is right, but as my friend the cannibal says, "One
man's meat is another man's person."
Feeling hungrier every day,
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Lothie: The Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Excellent Taste in Lingerie.
"But the greatest of these is Love"
* * *
kor...@wam.umd.edu lot...@popeet.acs.com
Fave Bondage Quote: "No! Ouch! No! This time I REALLY mean it!"
*** You can mail me anonymously at wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us ***
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Donn Pedro
: [It looks like a few of my posts via ucbvax went into the bit bucket.
: Posts after this made it, so I'm trying to post this again. If it
: shows up twice, 'twas not intended to. Thanks.]
:
: In article <7...@brat.UUCP> do...@brat.UUCP writes:
: >You know, Paul, I have yet to see somene call for the censorship
: >of this story. Some do not care for it and do not want to read it.
: >Some lament on the trouble the story may bring. Some do not
: >save it to disk, or pass it on to others.
: >
: >Not a single one of these acts, or all of them for that matter,
: >qualifies as censorship.
:
: I have seen posts that strongly suggested that posting the story
: was an incorrect thing to do.
That is not a call for censorship. I agree that it is not a
'good' thing to do. Every time that flame bait shows up, another
machine drops a.s.b. from it's feed.
: I have seen posts that announced
: a refusal to cooperate on another, unrelated matter, with the recent
: reposter allegedly on the grounds of hir reposting the story.
That I have not seen. Interesting.
: Maybe these things have not yet crossed the line to attempted
: censorship, but we've certainly seen censUREship take forms that
: make _me_ quite uncomfortable. It's starting to sound (to me)
: like people are trying to find ways to censor "Cindy's Torment"
: without being censors.
I guess it depends on how thin your skin is. If you want to
see Cindy then get it via e-mail. I strongly recommend that
it not be posted due to the bigoted little lurkers who
are provided ammunition by it's appearance. With that
ammunition they call for censorship at thier local feed.
: Am I overreacting? Maybe. But the point remains:
:
: Where do we want to draw the line? And what lines do
: we want to draw?
We draw the line at actual censorship. I have no power over
what you choose to say. I have every right to disagree
with you. If you cannot take the disagreement, then that
is not my problem.
The problem is that too many people think that they have
been censored because someone has said, "shut up."
Brett G. Lemoine
thanks,
}----------------------------------------------------------------------->
}-IvArch-> }-Brett G. Lemoine---------------->
}-Texas A&M University CSC - Remote Micro Facilities--->
}-Internet: bgl...@zeus.tamu.edu Bitnet: bgl6000@tamzeus->
}-Compu$erve: 72531,3241 America Online: IvArch---------->
}----------------------------------------------------------------------->
}----"Don't tell me how to think, and I won't tell you how to think."--->
}----------------------------------------------------------------------->