EXTREME WARNING. This is intended for persons of 18 years of age or above. If you are not 18 then go away. EXTREME WARNING. This story contains descriptions of violence, snuff, eroto-cannibalism and sexual acts. Do not read if these subjects are likely to offend. EXTREME WARNING. In no way do I condone any of the anti-social behavior described in the story. This is an erotic fantasy, not to be confused with reality. Please reply by preference to the newsgroup, or failing that to grim_williams@my-deja.com The Feast of Purim By Grim Williams Series One, Part Five "Go and stand by the pool." "Please, Guy. Don't do this thing." Esther backed away from her older brother nervously. She had dressed in a green top and black shorts courtesy of one of their dams, and they were now ready to accompany Ruth to the butchery. The dams had been herded into a line; eight naked tits all strung out in a row, three brunettes, and one redhead. Of course they were also now tagged, just as Esther was tagged. Guy had taken them from the cage one by one, and had laid them over his thighs, pinning them down, and then, spreading their legs, had mercilessly inserted one of his little devices into them, pushing it deep into their cunts. It was a job he'd enjoyed doing. It had taken his mind from the awfulness of the task ahead of him. Especially the redhead, he'd enjoyed her. He'd left her until last, and then with the tag inside her, he'd turned her over, laid her on the floor, and holding her down, he'd taken her hard. He'd enjoyed that; and she'd enjoyed it too, he thought. Of course she'd enjoyed it. She was Aquarian: that was the way they were made. Aquarian's always enjoy being fucked. "Sister," he repeated with an icy bite. "Go, stand by the pool." Esther wasn't looking so smug and haughty now, Guy observed with wry satisfaction. She was nervous, scared. He could read it in her eyes. Ruth stepped up to his side, taking his arm possessively within her own. She leaned against him demurely, pushing her long brown hair back from off her face. "Guy," she said softly, shifting from one bare foot to the other. "Give your sister a break. I'm sure it can't be easy, readjusting to being a dam." "Fuck, easy," Guy snapped back, shaking off her arm. "She was born an Aquarian, she grew up and Aquarian, how can she ever be anything else? It's in her nature! It's what she is!" Then to Esther, anxious little Esther, he growled, more menacingly: "Get over by the fucking pool or I'll zap you. Do it, Esther. You know what I can if I have to. Now. Do it! Move!" "Please, Guy," his young sister begged him again, beseeching him, pleading from the depths of her being. She'd guessed as soon as Guy had tagged her what he was planning to do, but the thought was impossible to accept. He was going to sell her to the Butchery along with the others, betray her for a handful of shekels. After all these years, she was no more than a piece of meat to him, just one more dam. That hurt. It really did. She'd sat down on her own in a corner behind a wall and had balled her eyes out. She felt betrayed, humiliated, dishonored. He was going to sell her for money, as food. God. She didn't understand what she could possibly have done to deserve this, how she could have offended him so. To be hunted down in the desert by strangers was one thing, but to be betrayed by her very own brother was quite another. And yet, when she'd finished crying, with her emotions spent, when she'd had no more left to give, she'd come to an unshakable conclusion. She'd decided that, if this was what Guy wanted for her, if this really was what he thought was in her best interest, then she couldn't resist him. She couldn't fight. And so she'd bathed and perfumed. She'd washed her hair in the pool, allowing it to dry naturally to its great untidy spikes. And she'd dressed. Just in case. He was a man, her man. Despite all their teasing and taunting through the years, she'd spent her whole life listening to her older brother, following his direction. He was her life. So how could she fight him now? It was no more possible than her left hand stabbing the right. She was prepared to go with him wherever he might take her, to be sold by him to the Butchery, if that were truly his desire. But was it? How could it be? After all they'd been through together, a lifetime of joys and challenges, how could it have come to this? "Please Guy!" she begged for a final time, her palms coming together in prayer. It was so unnecessary. It was so embarrassing: to be treated as of no account, to be ordered around as if she were the lowest of dams. Did he have to take her dignity too? And yet even now, she couldn't fight him, couldn't curse him. Even with Ruth watching on, and their dams enjoying her humiliation, she couldn't do it. For she was Aquarian. It was in her, deep down, somewhere. Perhaps, he really did know best. She could feel the familiar twinges in her nipples and in her groin as he ordered her about. That, surely, was her Aquarian heritage. Anxiously, she twisted the material of her top into a tight knot, stretching it across her small little breasts. His voice hardened. "You heard what I said, sis. Do I have to get nasty? There were still a few women around, filling their jars with water. But it was now almost dark, and most had now gone their way back to their masters. Esther trembled. She walked over and then stood self-consciously with her back to the pool, her hands by her sides. "I don't understand," she implored with wild agitation. "What have I done? How have I upset you? Why have you tagged me? Why?" Guy turned towards his sister with a lascivious smile. "Esther," he said maliciously, remembering the way she used to be before she started wearing clothes. "I don't care any more what you do or don't understand. It isn't important. I don't even care overly much to look at you. After all, your body sucks." The lie rankled and cut her deep inside. He knew that that it would. Her whole body drooped under the weight of the insult. "What are you? How old?" he continued viciously, wrapping his arm around Ruth's lithe little waist and holding her tight. "Nineteen? But look at you! You've got the breasts of a twelve-year-old! They're so small you need a magnifying glass to see them!" Esther's bottom lip was quivering with bewildered humiliation. Her fists were clenched tight. Why was he doing this? What reason could there be? She watched enviously as he reached inside the gown of the young Virgo and cupped her breast with his free hand. She saw the surprise when his hand settled upon bare flesh. At once she realized that Ruth wasn't wearing the undergarment that had covered her bosom that morning. Such jealousy she felt. "Guy!" Ruth protested with firmness, removing his hand from inside her gown. Yet her expression told Esther that she was quietly delighted that he had discovered her surprise. "Guy. This isn't right. Poor Esther. This isn't fair." Poor Esther. "So let's see them!" Guy jeered, ignoring Ruth's rebuke. "Undress! Come on, you bitch! Take off your things. I want to see you naked. I want to compare you with the rest of my dams! Come on. We want a laugh!" There were tears in Esther's eyes. "Guy! Please!" "Come on. Get 'em off! Do it sexy. Do it now!" Esther was very conscious of the tag and what it could do. She'd been told that it was the worst pain imaginable. Dams could easily be driven to the point of suicide simply through their Master playing with the settings on a tag. Her hands fingered the front of her shirt. She saw the dams, staring at her, sullen, gloating, and unsympathetic. God. The degradation she felt. She would soon be as naked as they were. It made her tremble. "Off, off, off," Guy chanted. Yet despite his outward cruelty, he was forcing the words across his lips. They didn't want to come. There were unseen tears pricking at the back of his eyes as he jeered her, but he hardened his heart to them. Affection and compassion were his enemies now. She wouldn't thank him for it; he was doing this for her. Slowly, she undressed. She pulled off her cotton top, and then, self- consciously, she unfastened and lowered her tight little shorts. Her bra came next, ill fitting, overly large - it never had been a good idea - and then her briefs: well worn, cotton, the deepest red. She pulled them off, dropping the crimson undergarment onto the hard, solid soil near the water's edge and there she stood, shaking visibly, her hand shyly covering her pussy, with its thick spike of short black hair, and her arm drawn awkwardly across her breast. God, Guy thought with a start, surveying her voyeuristically. Where the devil had this modesty sprung from? Esther had never been one to be coy. Was this simply a reaction to the wearing of clothes? She had changed! She had changed a lot. She would never have tried to cover herself like that in the old days. He recalled one or two of the countless times she'd stood and let him look at her, quite unashamed. He remembered her with the snake, smiling provocatively, with her legs parted and her puffy young cunt gaping open, while that hideous beast wrapped her in its coils, squeezing, tightening its grip, poking its long dry tongue into her most secret parts. He was hurt, disappointed. She had changed. She had changed a lot. But he would remind her of what she was, that she was nothing but a shitty Aquarian. She was nothing. Less than nothing. A nonbeing. He placed his hand into his pocket, his fingers trembling, and touched the controller. He pressed it. This would teach her. This would be a lesson that she'd never forget. The result was instantaneous. Immediately, she doubled over, her arms clutching her stomach, creased up in pain. "Oh God!" she gasped, sinking to her knees. Her focus jerked to infinity. "Shit. Oh, Shit!" Her hands held her belly, praying for the misery to cease. Her mouth was open, drawn into a prayer of silent anguish. He zapped her again, doubling the wattage. "Ughh!" she grunted, collapsing into an inarticulate shaking jelly. It was as though someone had struck her with a hammer in the groin. She rolled around on the ground, sobbing, grinding tits and suffering pussy against the soil, a pitiable, degraded mess. "St.. Stop! Stop it!" she finally managed to beg. "G... God. Please. F... For fuck's sake!" "Guy!" Ruth interceded quietly, tugging at his arm, assuming the role of his frippery. "That's enough, Guy. Enough." Guy ignored her, watching his little sister with quiet amusement. Her boyish little butt cheeks were quivering with her pain. Her legs were slightly spread. She wasn't concerned about modesty now. No, that had been quickly and easily forgotten, he observed wryly. Tags were created for Aquarians, and this tag was certainly bringing out the Aquarian in Esther. "So who wants to be next?" he said harshly, turning to address his anxious dams. They stood in a line facing Esther, their heads all bowed impressively low, watching with a worried tremor in their own bellies, coming from deep within their cunts where their tags forever lingered. "Nobody?" Guy taunted, wandering along their line, fixing each in turn a steady glare. The one at the far end, one of the brunettes, began to weep uncontrollably. She was shaking with fear. Indeed, all four were frightened and shaking. "Then you'd better behave," Guy continued freely. "Hadn't you? Because this is just a little demonstration of what happens to those that upset me. Do you hear? Any little protests, then I will zap you." He paused, and then spoke directly to the brunette who was crying. Her face was red and blotchy. "If you don't keep up with me, then, again, I'll zap you." He began to walk back down the line. "If I don't like the expression on your face, same goes. You've seen me zap my own sister, Esther. I'm just itching to do the same to every one of you. Does everyone understand that? Is it clear?" No one answered. Instead they looked down at Esther, curled up now into a ball and moaning on the ground, twisting and turning in her efforts to escape the never-ending pain. It was clear. They had learned the lesson. He wouldn't need to bind any of them. They wouldn't fuss or try to escape. They would follow his every command to the letter. Guy nodded to himself, satisfied. He touched the controller again in his pocket, releasing Esther from her agony. It took several minutes for her to recover. And even then she was still quietly whimpering with a confused, humbled posture. She kept her head bowed, unable to look at anyone directly. "Stand over there, with them," Guy said brutally when she was back on her feet, pointing at the dams. "And keep your hands at the back of your neck like the bitch you are. You're a lousy dam. Not a woman. A nobody. Never forget that." Heaving with misery and despair, Esther dragged herself across to join the end of the line, sobbing quietly, wanting to hold herself where it still hurt, and yet too fearful to do it. She placed her hands reluctantly behind her head, at the base of her neck, clasping them together, her fingers entwined. She was bewildered and confused, and yes, now somewhat embittered. She felt the beginnings of hate as poison in her belly. If only he would reach out and comfort her, then these feelings would evaporate in an instant. But he didn't. He couldn't. "Okay, let's go," he said, addressing them all, but with his heart reaching out desperately towards his sister. Her breasts and her stomach were stained with dirt. Tears dripped from her chin and snot from her nose. He wanted to take her in his arms, to love her and then to fuck her. She was so incredibly sexy. His cock ached with lust. But he couldn't, he mustn't, he knew that. He must be strong: for Esther. "You must never waste it," his mother had said, stroking his cock. "Not on your sister. Never on your sister." Those words haunted him now. End of Series One, Part Five