Post by vastrix on Oct 4, 2023 22:12:56 GMT -5
Erick Duncan III, heir to a horse breeding fortune, sits in his big house and behind his desk. His grandfather, Erick Duncan the First sold frozen horse sperm of his prized horses to begin the family fortune. Now, the company, Duncan Genetics, has a rich assortment of prized breeds that are milked daily for their sperm to be frozen and sold around the world.
At least that’s one income stream that he counts upon…
He sits in his desk chair with a snifter of brandy and a fine cigar. He takes a sip of his brandy and opens up a laptop that’s sitting on his desk. He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag of it before turning the computer on and smokes while the computer boots up. He flicks ashes into an ornate horse ashtray and gets a USB drive out of his pocket. He nudges a bottle of lotion before putting the USB drive into the side of the computer. He puts the cigarette butt out and takes another sip of brandy before opening up the USB drive to a file folder that says “Unreviewed New Videos”.
“Before you open your pants up, dahling, you might want to consider swallowing that drive.”
Erick’s eyes go wide and he opens a drawer on his desk to reveal a revolver. Before he can reach it, an upholstery needle is embedded into his hand. His reaction is to shut the drawer and holler in pain.
Esmeralda von Krauss in a black bodysuit steps out of the shadows of the room with another needle in hand. She smiles as she regards the young man who might be in his mid-twenties.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Erick Duncan the Third. Couldn’t just stay in the horse jizz business, could you? You just had to branch out.
Erick Duncan III: I don’t know what you might be talking about! You need to leave before I call the police!
Esmeralda von Krauss: Uh huh. And wouldn’t the police be interested in what’s on that USB drive? I know I am. Why don’t you play it and we can watch together, dahling?
Erick licks his lips, building up a bit of nervous sweat on his brow.
Erick Duncan III: There’s nothing that would interest you on the USB drive. In fact. What drive?
He tries to sneak a hand out to grab the drive, but gets his other hand impaled with an upholstery needle for his efforts. This time, his hand is pinned down to the desk.
Erick Duncan III: Fuck! Stop doing that shit!
Esmeralda reaches down and pulls the needle out of Erick’s hand and the desk so that he can pull his hand back.
Esmeralda von Krauss: So what you’re telling me is that this drive does not contain videos of women being tortured and taken against their will? Sometimes by your horses? I mean, dahling, you were set to play with yourself while watching the new videos that you had made for your disturbed website. How is it that the federal government hasn’t taken you down yet? Ah yes, you paid the women off or made them vanish. Tsk tsk, Erick. You have found yourself right in the sights of Justice.
Erick begins to hyperventilate as he watches Esmeralda take the other needle from his other hand. He lets out a heartfelt “Fuck!” as he feels the pain of the needle being ripped out of his hand.
Erick Duncan III: There is nothing of the sort on the drive. I can show you…
He reaches for the computer, but Esmeralda slaps his hand.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Don’t think that I don’t see through your plan. You think I’m not computer literate and will stand by as you format the drive. No, I think I will start the drive. Thank you very much.
Erick swallows hard as Esmeralda reaches for the computer and lets out a “Noooo!”
Erick Duncan III: Fine! Yes there are videos of women being taken against their will, tortured, and sometimes mating with horses. I have young women tricked into coming to film “normal porn” and spice things up a bit. Sometimes the women take bribes to keep quiet and sometimes they have to vanish. Oh god. There’s something wrong with me! I need help!
Esmeralda gives a predatory grin as she puts away her two upholstery needles into the holster on her thigh. She gets out a razor thin silver blade, walking behind Erick and seizing him by the forehead to draw his head back.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I, Esmeralda von Krauss, in the name of Justice do find you guilty. Your penalty is death. Your family will know your dark secret. They will mourn your death and hate you at the same time.
Erick Duncan III: No! Please, let me take the site down and erase all of the content. Let the secret die instead of me.
Esmeralda stands behind Erick with the blade in one hand and Erick’s shoulder in the other.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You did the crimes. Your family will be crushed. Ruined by your secret.
She stabs the blade down and into Erick’s heart. She rips the blade out to splatter a fountain of blood across the computer screen. He leans back in his chair and cries silently as he breathes his last, spraying his heart’s blood everywhere.
Esmeralda cleans her blade upon his clothing and puts it away. She gets out her own USB drive and plugs it in another slot. A yes/no question to run the program pops up and she clicks yes. Everything that has been uploaded to secret sites, everything on his computer, and the USB drive of new files is exposed to the public and mailed to everyone in the family, all of their horse customers around the world, and all the major news agencies. Ruining the family name almost instantly and showing that Erick Duncan the Third is complicit in several murders beyond the sex crimes.
Once that has run, Esmeralda smiles as she takes out her USB drive and exits the room the way she came in.
*****
In a limo someplace, Esmeralda von Krauss sits in an expensive gown that she will only wear once and then give away. She lights an imported Egyptian cigarette in an ornate foot long holder that matches her dress. She takes a long drag from the cigarette and blows smoke into the air.
Esmeralda von Krauss: End of Days round two. I made it through the first round successfully. I will say that I feel like it is quite the accomplishment to have made it through and to have taken the first fall in the match to allow the others to fight over the leftovers. I see that my would-be baby daddy took the other fall, but I do not envy him as he takes on Jesse Jamster, one of the most hardcore men on the planet.
I get to face Jason Long in the next round. I do find myself proud that I get to have a better challenge than the likes of Alexander von Blankenship in the coming match. As his profile says, Jason Long has seen and done it all in the play fighting business. He has won the championship titles, the awards, and accolades of an accomplished play fighter.
You get that’s what it is right? Play fighting. You go out there in the ring and play fight until someone can’t quite kick out of a three count or taps out because they don’t feel like taking the pain anymore. I lower myself into this playing with people who would call themselves warriors. I am capable of murder you, Jason Long, within thirty seconds of the sound of the bell, but if I did that…the police would come and take me. So I pretend to fight just like you. I dumb down my skills just so you stay alive.
And I’m sure your response would be to “fight me with all that you have”. I wouldn’t be able to go on in the tournament if I really killed you in the middle of the ring. It is tempting to do so however. You have an arrogance about you that doesn’t play well with others.
So, dahling. I will do what I can. I will defeat you in the middle fo the ring as quickly as possible without murdering you. This will prove difficult, but I am more than capable of the job. I mean it is a no disqualification match and so my kleine Nadeln will get to come into play. I think you know how they work and what they are about. I’ll enjoy defeating you in the ring, dahling. You can count on that.
At least that’s one income stream that he counts upon…
He sits in his desk chair with a snifter of brandy and a fine cigar. He takes a sip of his brandy and opens up a laptop that’s sitting on his desk. He lights the cigarette and takes a long drag of it before turning the computer on and smokes while the computer boots up. He flicks ashes into an ornate horse ashtray and gets a USB drive out of his pocket. He nudges a bottle of lotion before putting the USB drive into the side of the computer. He puts the cigarette butt out and takes another sip of brandy before opening up the USB drive to a file folder that says “Unreviewed New Videos”.
“Before you open your pants up, dahling, you might want to consider swallowing that drive.”
Erick’s eyes go wide and he opens a drawer on his desk to reveal a revolver. Before he can reach it, an upholstery needle is embedded into his hand. His reaction is to shut the drawer and holler in pain.
Esmeralda von Krauss in a black bodysuit steps out of the shadows of the room with another needle in hand. She smiles as she regards the young man who might be in his mid-twenties.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Erick Duncan the Third. Couldn’t just stay in the horse jizz business, could you? You just had to branch out.
Erick Duncan III: I don’t know what you might be talking about! You need to leave before I call the police!
Esmeralda von Krauss: Uh huh. And wouldn’t the police be interested in what’s on that USB drive? I know I am. Why don’t you play it and we can watch together, dahling?
Erick licks his lips, building up a bit of nervous sweat on his brow.
Erick Duncan III: There’s nothing that would interest you on the USB drive. In fact. What drive?
He tries to sneak a hand out to grab the drive, but gets his other hand impaled with an upholstery needle for his efforts. This time, his hand is pinned down to the desk.
Erick Duncan III: Fuck! Stop doing that shit!
Esmeralda reaches down and pulls the needle out of Erick’s hand and the desk so that he can pull his hand back.
Esmeralda von Krauss: So what you’re telling me is that this drive does not contain videos of women being tortured and taken against their will? Sometimes by your horses? I mean, dahling, you were set to play with yourself while watching the new videos that you had made for your disturbed website. How is it that the federal government hasn’t taken you down yet? Ah yes, you paid the women off or made them vanish. Tsk tsk, Erick. You have found yourself right in the sights of Justice.
Erick begins to hyperventilate as he watches Esmeralda take the other needle from his other hand. He lets out a heartfelt “Fuck!” as he feels the pain of the needle being ripped out of his hand.
Erick Duncan III: There is nothing of the sort on the drive. I can show you…
He reaches for the computer, but Esmeralda slaps his hand.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Don’t think that I don’t see through your plan. You think I’m not computer literate and will stand by as you format the drive. No, I think I will start the drive. Thank you very much.
Erick swallows hard as Esmeralda reaches for the computer and lets out a “Noooo!”
Erick Duncan III: Fine! Yes there are videos of women being taken against their will, tortured, and sometimes mating with horses. I have young women tricked into coming to film “normal porn” and spice things up a bit. Sometimes the women take bribes to keep quiet and sometimes they have to vanish. Oh god. There’s something wrong with me! I need help!
Esmeralda gives a predatory grin as she puts away her two upholstery needles into the holster on her thigh. She gets out a razor thin silver blade, walking behind Erick and seizing him by the forehead to draw his head back.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I, Esmeralda von Krauss, in the name of Justice do find you guilty. Your penalty is death. Your family will know your dark secret. They will mourn your death and hate you at the same time.
Erick Duncan III: No! Please, let me take the site down and erase all of the content. Let the secret die instead of me.
Esmeralda stands behind Erick with the blade in one hand and Erick’s shoulder in the other.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You did the crimes. Your family will be crushed. Ruined by your secret.
She stabs the blade down and into Erick’s heart. She rips the blade out to splatter a fountain of blood across the computer screen. He leans back in his chair and cries silently as he breathes his last, spraying his heart’s blood everywhere.
Esmeralda cleans her blade upon his clothing and puts it away. She gets out her own USB drive and plugs it in another slot. A yes/no question to run the program pops up and she clicks yes. Everything that has been uploaded to secret sites, everything on his computer, and the USB drive of new files is exposed to the public and mailed to everyone in the family, all of their horse customers around the world, and all the major news agencies. Ruining the family name almost instantly and showing that Erick Duncan the Third is complicit in several murders beyond the sex crimes.
Once that has run, Esmeralda smiles as she takes out her USB drive and exits the room the way she came in.
*****
In a limo someplace, Esmeralda von Krauss sits in an expensive gown that she will only wear once and then give away. She lights an imported Egyptian cigarette in an ornate foot long holder that matches her dress. She takes a long drag from the cigarette and blows smoke into the air.
Esmeralda von Krauss: End of Days round two. I made it through the first round successfully. I will say that I feel like it is quite the accomplishment to have made it through and to have taken the first fall in the match to allow the others to fight over the leftovers. I see that my would-be baby daddy took the other fall, but I do not envy him as he takes on Jesse Jamster, one of the most hardcore men on the planet.
I get to face Jason Long in the next round. I do find myself proud that I get to have a better challenge than the likes of Alexander von Blankenship in the coming match. As his profile says, Jason Long has seen and done it all in the play fighting business. He has won the championship titles, the awards, and accolades of an accomplished play fighter.
You get that’s what it is right? Play fighting. You go out there in the ring and play fight until someone can’t quite kick out of a three count or taps out because they don’t feel like taking the pain anymore. I lower myself into this playing with people who would call themselves warriors. I am capable of murder you, Jason Long, within thirty seconds of the sound of the bell, but if I did that…the police would come and take me. So I pretend to fight just like you. I dumb down my skills just so you stay alive.
And I’m sure your response would be to “fight me with all that you have”. I wouldn’t be able to go on in the tournament if I really killed you in the middle of the ring. It is tempting to do so however. You have an arrogance about you that doesn’t play well with others.
So, dahling. I will do what I can. I will defeat you in the middle fo the ring as quickly as possible without murdering you. This will prove difficult, but I am more than capable of the job. I mean it is a no disqualification match and so my kleine Nadeln will get to come into play. I think you know how they work and what they are about. I’ll enjoy defeating you in the ring, dahling. You can count on that.
