Dolly and Gaby were wheeling their wheelbarrow through the cornfields and collecting corn cobs. Later they would sell them to the villagers on the farm. An easy way to make money. None of the villagers liked to go to the cornfields because it was a cruising area for the “naughty”. Everyone who didn’t fit in with everyday life met here.
Dolly: I think I saw someone between the leaves!?
Gaby: that’s that weird assistant of Lord Marco, he hunts strangers
Dolly: are we strange too?
Gaby: to him yes, but not to us
Dolly: look there he goes! grab him!
They grabbed the assistant and pushed him to the ground, Dolly put her knee on him and Gaby came running with a few freshly picked corn cobs
A scream followed and was audible all the way to the villagers.
Further into the village Carlos and Miranda were walking with their pram and little Amanda who was now a week old was amazed. The colourful and fragrant flora and fauna had a great effect on the baby. Carlos brought them to the pond and saw the opportunity to visit Lord Herby..
Lord Herby: I have new crops for you..
Carlos: I actually came for something else
Lord Herby: what then?
Carlos: milk, I understood from Loco Mario that I had to come to you for this
Lord Herby: listen Carlos, one has already died because of me because he was caught and then crucified after first being tortured by the creation of Lord Marco
Carlos: but I have a plan
Lord Herby: at your own risk, because I will not guarantee you if something goes wrong.
Carlos: don’t stress, I know what I’m going to do
With three jerry cans on either side Carlos walked back to Miranda and the baby and they went to their lodge.
Miranda: ok, we have enough milk now, what’s the plan?
Carlos: we’re going to infect the whole village and lure the ghosts out of their tents, causing chaos and then Lord Marco gets stressed
Miranda: and then we can escape?
Carlos: sort of, but we need a few extra hands.
Miranda: maybe we can gather a few allies from the cornfield. There are some crazy people there I understand.
Carlos: they’re not crazy, they’reβ¦different..
The next morning
In his laboratory Lord Marco was busy defining his creation but he didn’t see Timothy anywhere. A little later he came in, badly bruised and with bruises.
Lord Marco: what happened to you?
Timothy: they molested me in the cornfield
Lord Marco: who?
Timothy: two girls they stuck corn in me
Lord Marco: oh my, and you couldn’t do anything back?
Timothy: there were two of them
Lord Marco (snapping his fingers): I don’t need you either!!
From all sides the other assistants came out and grabbed Timothy and pushed him into the oven..while Timothy was being roasted alive and was screaming in pain Lord Marco spoke up and addressed his assistants
Lord Marco: fellow gardeners! See here the weakness of this idiot. We will put him on the menu later and feed him to the people.
The gardeners formed took the burnt corpse out of the oven and cut him into pieces. The peanut sambal was also made and the atjar had already been taken out of the fridge. The smell of home-made kroepoek mingled with the charred corpse of Timothy. Everything was neatly draped on a plate. Special satay with a deadly hot touch!. And then loaded onto a cart towards the Grand Lodge. Lord Marco had also advised vegetables and he beamed with pleasure..
Lord Marco: dust to dust, ashes to ashes..
In the meantime, Dolly and Gaby had finished selling their corn cobs and went for the next catch. With their pink wheelbarrow they penetrated deep into the tangle of the almost endless rows of corn. Further on they saw someone sleeping on the ground.
Dolly: hey look that’s crazy Daisy
Gaby: Heyyy Daisy!!
The girl woke up and then put on her clothes. Crazy Daisy always slept naked. And here she could do that luckily.
Crazy Daisy: hey gurls! Any crazy experiences lately?
Crazy Daisy: how are you going to do that. The gardeners are all-powerful here on the farm.
Dolly: but they’re old-fashioned!
Gaby: they’re against nudity!
Dolly: they’re against gay!
Crazy Daisy: they’re against us!!
Dolly: they are too indoctrinated by bullshit!
Gaby: They need to repent! So we need to find a corrupt resident who’s going to help us.
Dolly: some kind of accomplice..
A rustling sounded between the leaves of the corn plants. Carlos was standing face to face with the three strange girls. Before anything else could happen he reassured the girls.
Carlos: calma..i’m on your sideβ¦
I secretly heard what you just said. Sorry about that but I want to offer myself as a collaboration. My wife and newborn daughter want to leave this area. So if you can help???
Carlos: Puta Madre! What!?!! But I have milk and we can exorcise the ghosts from our lodges. Then everyone will be safe again.
Crazy Daisy: but not about the troubles of Lord Marco and his assistants.
Carlos: the gardeners..
Gaby: Crazy things happen in the Grand Lodge. In the laboratory behind, people are prepared and made into recipes. Fed to our people during lunch during the meetings in the large reading room.
Crazy Daisy: and even exhibited during performances.
Dolly: that’s why we have to solve that as soon as possible.
The girls went with Carlos and met Miranda and the baby. The girls loved baby Amanda and promised to protect her for ever. In the Lodge their master plan took shape and form. It was brilliant..
The next morningβ¦
Dolly, Gaby and Crazy Daisy were out early. They had extra deliveries for the residents of the farm and brought them free corn cobs to the door. As a thank you for their loyalty. Carlos was also busy immediately after the daily briefing in the Grand Lodge. It was a clever plan and perfectly matched the girls’ plan.
Meanwhile, the gardeners gathered in the lab to hear what their chief had to say. The co-assistants were not alone. Lord Herby was there too.
Lord Marco: Dear gardeners, our friend Lord Herby has told me that there is a traitor in the village and that he wants to cause a commotion. Fortunately, we know who it is and it is up to you to fetch their wife and child..
While he was speaking, an assistant interrupted him to go to the toilet. His stomach was playing up. And.. then another assistant and then another! The toilet was occupied so some assistants ran outside to relieve themselves there..Some even puked and the fluids were literary coming out of everywhere of their bodies
Everywhere in the village there were sounds of flushing toilets. How strange thought Lord Marco. What is going on here. It seemed like an epidemic. The entire farm was literally shit!
As if that wasn’t enough, the sprinklers in the gardens suddenly turned on. And explosions took place.
It rained rubble and..milk. Lord Marco went outside and saw chaos taking place. He had lost control and didn’t know what he was seeing when beams of light from the ground escaped from the farm like ghosts. His territory had been contaminated with sheep’s milk!
Further on, Dolly, Gaby and Crazy Daisy reunited in Anome Sinned. Carlos also just came in.
Gaby: It worked! They ate the corn..
Dolly: it was baptized in sheep’s milk..
Crazy Daisy: …which caused everyone to have stomach problems afterwards..
Miranda: aha..and because of that the drains underground were contaminated with their feces and vomit and the ghosts went berserkβ¦
Carlos: and in the meantime I sabotaged the sprinklers in the gardens.
Crazy Daisy: I have a secret, I did something too
Dolly: what then?
Crazy Daisy: a note written for Lord Marco in my menstrual blood
Gaby: that’s my girl!
Miranda: well done girl!
Carlos: dear ladies now attention. What are we going to do now. What will be the next steps.
Gaby: we have to take over the farm now, the ghosts have been released so we can now win over a number of residents.
Carlos: not everyone can be trusted so first a lot of tests to check if they are reliable for a possible collaborationβ¦.
Miranda meanwhile stroked Amanda on her head and pondered along. From her window she saw a group of gardeners. They came closerβ¦.
Further away in the lab Lord Marco was reading the letter Crazy Daisy had written:
Dear leader, With my cunt blood I curse your fucking Lodge that we will soon take over. Your absurd behavior is sick to our stomachs. You are a dirty pedophile and a bastard who will be punished with death. We are on the hunt for you and you are going to die π
Then we will expose your corpse naked in the gardens until it decays. But also as a symbol of freedom. with sweet love, C D.
Lord Marco felt anxious and felt a strange feeling for the first time in his life. A feeling of irritating uncertainty and fear took possession of his body. Lord Marco was afraidβ¦
Let Us Make Mankind in Our Image, in Our Likenessβ
Genesis 1:26
December 1988 Anome Sinned
He stood in front of the window stretching with his firm erection. Until Miranda quickly removed him from the window frame…
Miranda: what…the…fuck..are you doing ? There are children walking outside the farm!!!
Carlos: sorry I didn’t see them…
Miranda: Fuck them anyway, …It doesn’t matter, honey, come here and hold me…
His naked body against Miranda. Firm grip. Carlos was ambitious to raise their future child. But Carlos and Miranda wanted a better place for their child and that should not be here at the Lodge. Certainly not with the horrible noises that were heard underground at night… Were these the spirits of the deceased on the farm? Or souls from long ago? It remained a mystery. There was no one who thought to shine the light when the spirits called. People remained hidden in the blissful darkness…
The only one who knew was Lord Marco, as a laboratory scientist he was the only one who dealt with the mystical arts and sciences. Together with his assistant Timothy, he sat in a tractor, lurking for lost souls from the city. Mostly they were foreigners who did not speak the language…
Lord Marco: look at these motherfuckers
Timothy: fucking disposables..
A screeching sound and the rotating tractor tires unceremoniously knocked over the three refugees. Timothy got out of the tractor and with his shovel he gave the final blow to one that was not yet completely dead. Then the tractor drove into the yard and parked in the garage of the lab. The bodies were carried away and prepared for preparation
The lab was optimally lit for his upcoming experiment. He had taken three bodies from the highways. Stripped naked, shaved and smeared with honey. And if there was a little too much honey, Timothy would lick away the excess honey. The genitals were also cut off from the male and female corpses and placed in strong water, again for their exhibition space at the back of the lab.
A special scene to see the naked corpses lying next to each other. He cut off a limb or part of each corpse and built a new one. Then the newly formed being would be blasted with the sayings from the Bible. Eventually the being would reveal itself as a Cherubim. Lord Marco had great plans to make his own creature from his own hands and given by the force of the light.
A cherubim was a supreme being as described in the Bible. But this was the purest idolatry to simulate creation in this way. Lord Marco knew he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to do. Not from moral issues and certainly not from the universe. Yet he did it. After all, the farm had its own rules and laws. And Lord Marco sees a guard who should not be human but heavenly and preferably according to his wishes. Lord Marco became God himself.
Outside the laboratory the population gathered pace. The residents gathered their daily crops from the gardens. And the children walked outside with their homemade oil lamps. A series of bright spots passed the lodges. When they arrived at the large lodge, where the reading room and meeting place was located, songs were sung. An immense cross was on display in the reading room.
In the garden, the flowers and plants stood proudly in the dim light of the decorations. This also includes the special tent where Lord Herby maintained the crops. Jose helped with cutting and packing. Lots of orders for special tea for the residents. Carlos of course took a bunch of tea leaves with him and thanked Jose. But before leaving Jose notified him about the special harvest. Carlos took the note serious.
On the way home he also stopped by the reading room in the Grand Lodge and watched the performances and singing of the people on the farm. In the middle of them sat the village idiot, this man was really crazy and had already been sentenced to nudity and isolation several times. He was also required to attend the exhibition in the museum behind the lab. This made him even crazier. Loco Mario was well known on the farm, but no one preferred to talk to him. He told secrets and things that the residents were not allowed to know. And then he spoke to Carlos..
Loco Mario: I discovered something!
Carlos: what then?
Loco Mario: they can’t stand it, sprinkle them when they wake up at night and the light will conquer.
Carlos: what?!
Loco Mario pushed a jerry can into Carlos’s hands. A jerry can filled with liquid, milky. When he left, Loco Mario pulled him closer and then said;
Loco Mario: I tasted it and drank it and they no longer come to my underground hahahaha
Carlos was amazed and went back to his lodge where his wife was knitting and enjoying the lights outside and especially the singing children with their oil lamps.
Miranda: What did you get?!
Carlos: I don’t know, but they’re leaving with this, said Loco Mario
Miranda: really??
Carlos: I don’t know, but we can try
When night fell and the farm slept, the sounds reappeared. This time many times worse than before. As if they knew that there was something that would give reason to their cries…Carlos took a jerry can, took off the cap and sprinkled the milky substance between the cracks in his floor…as if a fire was being put out, what was under there? ? two beams of light shot out and then flew away. And the sound disappeared…
Miranda: oh my god, this isn’t just any milk, this is sheep’s milk!
Carlos: they can’t stand it!
Miranda: shhh. Not so loud keep it quiet
Together they crawled back onto their straw bed and drifted away in silence into the night hours… The next morning the farm was shocked by a large pyre on which two people were burning, …alive. Carlos couldn’t recognize them, but the moaning and screaming matched exactly the ghosts of last night. He didn’t think much about it. The residents went over and stood in a circle singing songs. Some were cheering and celebrating the burning of the screaming bodies
When the bodies were smoldering, everyone went back to their daily activities. The farm was still lighted and the meeting had just taken place in the Grand Lodge.
There were rows of tables with delicious food and drinks. Vegetables, fruit, fish and cows and pork. Spaggethi, rice, potatoes Jerrycans with water and fruit juices. Homemade cookies and cakes. . And the gardeners told the population that a new year was coming and that brought with it the necessary festivities.
Further back in the Lab, the creature was being assembled. A homemade creation from loose human parts. An intact head without eyes was finally placed on the composite body parts. Dressed in their cloaks, Lord Marco and his associates cast a number of spells. It was necesarry to make sure that a certain beam of light would enter the creature’s body. The water from the big saucepan was boiling. Jose threw his hands in heaven. A beam of electricity and clouds of smoke flew through the lab. So much energy was released that the entire yard on the farm suffered.
The lights went out in the Grand Lodge, the sprinklers on the fruit and vegetable plants stopped. Lord Herby came running outside. Loco Mario was dancing crazy when he stood in front of the lab and saw the light escape. Inside the laboratory, the creation came to life…beams of light shot from its empty eye sockets and a montrous sound emerged from the mouth of the creature.With bloodshot eyes it looked at Lord Marco. The head gardener felt an immense connection with the creature, His own made creationβ¦He was proud.
The next morning there was no meeting in the briefing room. Those who had overslept or would arrive just too late were lucky. But daily life did go on as usualβ¦. Behind the large gardens with the flora and fauna was a large park with a small lake. It was a demarcated area with barbed wire and high fences. A breeding ground for mainly the children of the farm. A little girl with huge bunches of curls stood out to you amidst the normally playing children. The curly-haired girl played a little differently than the other children. Dolly was a child who did not age. at least that is how she was perceived on the farm. Nobody liked to play with Dolly. In fact, Dolly was sometimes very aggressive and had once bitten off the nose of another girl when she was thrown into the water. Since then, no one dared to fool around with Dolly. She had only one friend and that was Gaby. That’s because Gaby also had curlsβ¦
Dolly: they don’t even dare to look at me
Gaby: better …, fuck them
Dolly: hey I saw yesterday that the boss of the farm was busy hey in his little kitchenβ¦.
Gaby: no kitchen , laboratory
Dolly: but he uses pots and pans
Gaby: yes he does and also a lot of magic
Dolly: he can do magic, that’s why everyone is affraid of him.
Gaby: I heard he plays with lights, he’s good at that.
Dolly: yes he is, he can blow light into someone
Gaby: but he can also blow it out
Dolly: if only he could do something about the noises under our house.
Gaby: they say those are the ghosts of his experiments
Dolly: ghosts of the dead people?
Gaby: yes light remnantsβ¦.
.Dolly slumped down and laid her head on Gaby’s lap, who stroked her through her full head of hair. She gave her a kiss on her mouth. The ladies were thinking about something they wanted to do. A brilliant plan was forged in their little heads. Gaby whispered her plan into Dolly’s ear
Dolly: breaking and entering?
Gaby: yes , when they are at the briefing then no one is in the laboratory
Dolly: I went once ..secretly and saw the exhibit in the museum
Gaby: awesome, all pieces of bodies in jars and bottles
Dolly: yeah so fucking cool
Gaby: shall we go tomorrow then?
Dolly: yes that’s good, we will!
Meanwhile, Lord Marco was busy in the laboratory again. The creature that consisted of various human parts and smelled like honey was connected to a light system that provided powerβ¦.
Timothy: lord, your creature looks immensely diverse
Lord Marco: my creation is neither male nor female. therefore it can give birth to anyone.
Timothy: Then we can test it immediately with our deliquent we caught in the lab in the morning.
Lord Marco: What do you mean�
Timothy: Loco Mario was in our lab for at least an urr he has since confessed in the punishment room
Lord Marco: verhip! then he knows our secrets!
Timothy: he needs to be punished!
Lord Marco: bring him here!
While Loco Mario underwent his punishment, life continued stoically on the farm. At Carlos and Miranda’s lodge were cans of paint. The lettering of the nameplate got a new lick of paintβ¦Miranda was not very happy with both the color of the nameplate and the name of their lodgeβ¦But they had to make do with that
Miranda: watch out the letters are a little loose
Carlos: yes I know, but it is still attached.
Miranda: I am going to prepare dinner inside
Carlos: See you later!
Endive stew with delicious kale and bacon. Meanwhile they kept looking at the floorβ¦but the sounds stayed away.
Miranda: If we tell the others we can escape.
Carlos: Yes, but who can you trust here! We prefer to keep it to ourselves.
Miranda: How many people know about the milk here on the farm?
Carlos: Just us and Loco Mario.
Miranda: if he doesn’t tell on us, we’re fucked!
Carlos: he is crazy, nobody believes him
Meanwhile, evening arrived and Dolly and Gaby had finished playing in the park and were walking along the paths to their parents’ houses. They lived next door to each other so they could always run into each other. Gaby was startled and then pointed to the cornfield they were walking past. A new scarecrow. This one was still very fresh because you could smell it. Both girls wanted to take a closer look at it. The eyes of the scarecrow had been put out by the crows and boed was streaming out of the eye sockets. And he was naked and smelled of honey.
Dolly: What a big penis this scarecrow has.
Gaby: wow then he could enjoy sex quite a bit
Dolly: haha but not like us
Gaby:our sex is much better
Suddenly the scarecrow made a sound. He was still alive!
Dolly: what is he saying!
Gaby: he’s talking about milk or something, milk is the weapon
Dolly: milk? weapon? what is he talking about?
Gaby: let’s put him out of his misery
Dolly took a pocket knife out of dr pocket and without pardon cut off the scarecrow’s penis and then she stabbed the food scarecrow several times in his pubic area, The scarecrow bled out and blew his last breath. The reflection of his death was seen in the pupils of the curly-haired girls who became completely euphoricβ¦.
Gaby: yaaa die!!! stab even more!
Dolly made a hissing sound as she continued to molest the corpse, further away Carlos and Miranda looked out the window and were startled. But didn’t interfere. Loco Mario’s naked corpse in the cornfield was now stained red by the blood that had steamed out. Miranda let out a cry but held her hand in front of her mouth so as not to make a sound.
Carlos: shtt, don’t say anything , he was crazy anyway
Miranda: but why like this then?! So freaking evil!
Carlos: it’s no other wayand this way we have assurance that we can forge our plans for the escape
Miranda: for that we have to plan this really well Carlos, we can’t do it alone!
Carlos: I know honey, but again we can’t trust anyone here! you know that right!
Miranda: still there has to be a solution right?
Carlos: there will be, believe me, we will find the right one to work togetherβ¦I promise you that!
Exciting moments were ready to take place. Carlos and Miranda intended to leave the farm. But at the same time wanted to save the rest of the residents. With just the two of them, it would be difficult for them to escape. Especially with the regime of Lord Marco and the gardeners, this was going to be difficult. Then Carlos suddenly had an idea. Miranda could tell by the twinkle in his eye. But then that would be a risk. Miranda gave in and dared. Not only for her own sake, but also for the sake of the other residents and especially because she is pregnant and wants to give her child a better home. She had no other choice then doing an evil act. Carlos talked her to sleep and promised she would be fine. Miranda trusted and her mind calculated the plan they would perform the next dayβ¦.
She came bleeding like a bovine and Carlos quickly caught the blood with a tissue. And put it in a test tube. A gust of wind blew into the lodge. And made the windows rattle. Outside, the cows lowed to the sounds of the evening. The lodge provided shelter for misfits from the nearby areas. Everyone could find shelter there. But not everyone was able to stay there. Rumors spread that the lodge was cursed and ghosts haunted it. The gardeners who worked on the farm surrounding the lodge during the day did very strange things at night. And especially underground.
“Beneath the lodge where shadows creep, The gardeners wake the eartlings from sleep”
was a well-known quote in the vernacular of the townspeople. You didn’t just go to the lodge, only if you really had no other optionβ¦
Carlos: soβ¦this one goes to the lab, dear Miranda
Miranda: I want a girl⦠is that possible?
Carlos: the gardeners can arrange that for us, don’t worry
Miranda: is there enough material in the tube now as requested?
Carlos shook the test tube and looked affirmative
Miranda: take it to the lab… quickly, sweetheart!
The lab was behind the pig stables so you had to walk a bit to get to it. Carlos put on his boots and walked the stretch between the flower fields and the corn. He looked behind him and saw the sign referring to the name of their inn section : Anome Sinned, the letters had faded considerably over time and he noticed that they needed a new lick of paint. But that was for later. He hoped he had collected enough fluid for the experiment. When they arrived at the lab, the gardeners were busy dissecting a body. A previous resident of another inn who had passed away. His corpse had been shaved and smeared with honey. For the presentation for the analysis, he heard from the gardeners. Some limbs were then put in strong water in a display case for the exhibition. In the meantime, they received the tube. Lord Marco had the overview and knew that the new residents did not ask so many questions and quickly adapted to the rules of the inn. They wanted shelter and did not interfere with what the gardeners did.
Lord Marco: Do ββyou have a preference for a certain gender type?
Carlos: Female… if possible
Lord Marco: We can arrange that
The contents of the tube were emptied into a large saucepan. The other gardeners joined in and cast a spell. A magical scene followed. Carlos wasn’t allowed to get too close. one of the gardeners stirred the mixture in the pan with a soup spoon and tasted it a bit. It was just the right taste!
an applause followed and the lid went on the pan that was gently simmering. After a while, a little of the mixture was poured into a jerry can.
Lord Marco: drink a little of this every day for a week, only after it has cooled down
Carlos: drink it?
Lord Marco: yes, both you and your wive and then the child will develop and eventually become a very beautiful adorable girl
Carlos: eh, thank you very much Lord Marco!
Lord Marco: will you come and celebrate in the pub tonight, there are some fun performances planned in honor of the celebration
Carlos: I’m honored, I’ll be there!
When he returned with the jerry can, Carlos crawled into Miranda’s bed of straw. They saw from their window how some of the dissected corpses were thrown outside on the field and served as food for the pigs. They enjoyed watching the corpse being torn apart and eaten. Every evening someone died on the farm from one of the logdes throughout the farm. Based on the corpses they could know exactly which lodge was now free and where there was room for a number of newcomers.
Miranda: what if no one dies on the farm, where do they get the bodies from?
Carlos: They steal them from the city’s hospital mortuary or they run over refugees and immigrants standing along the highway.
Miranda: how original!
Carlos: yes, well, the gardeners are very resourceful and creative, And o I am invited to the pub tonight
Miranda: I’ll stay here, You drink too much there
Carlos: it’ll be fine dear, it’s all part of it, just participate, remember, we live here for free and we’re still alive
Miranda: yes, that’s true
The next morning the briefing was given to everyone from the farm, which took place in a large room where you could also read books. Every inhabitant from the lodges were present The briefing was mandatory. If you could not make your name heard when it was called, you had to leave the farm or else you would be killed. A simple choice that was clear to everyone. There were times when someone was late, then there was another punishment and that was walking naked on the farm all day. That was terrible and everyone preferred to arrive on time. The rules of the gardeners were disciplined and strict.
Through a back room you came to a courtyard that turned into a large field. The large garden, an immense area with bulbous plants, colourful flowers and amazing trees, where fruit and vegetables were provided every day. Potatoes, endive, radish, carrots and exotic fruits. The apple trees and pear trees together with the orange trees and lemon trees were also neatly maintained by the gardeners.
Fish were caught in the canals that flowed through the gardens and for meat the cows and pigs and chickens were sacrificed. Strangely enough, there were no sheep or goats. That was forbidden on this farm.
Because of the milk , the gardeners couldn’t cope very well. They get sick of it. Diseases of the city it was called by the gardeners. Carlos didn’t really care, at least he had shelter, food and water. Miranda thought the same way as Carlos. After all, she was pretty much done with the townsfolk. Here on the farm it was real life. And they were no strangers to pork. In Mexico before they fled the country it was on the menu almost every day. While Carlos filled his basket with food and drinks for the day, he walked to the covered tent further in the large garden. Crops were also grown here.
Plants and herbs with a medicinal effect. Against restlessness, or to sleep well. Lord Herby was the designated gardener here. On request you would sometimes receive a plant for tea or to smoke. Carlos took a big bunch with him and went back to his lodge..
Miranda: What name should we give her?
Carlos: who?
Miranda: our baby of course, is the tea already working yet or something?
Carlos: new cultivation from the large garden, sorry my thoughts were elsewhere for a moment, what did you say again?
Miranda: our baby, what do we call her?
Carlos: I was thinking of a Dutch name that could also be Latin
Miranda: it is a gift we have received, will you take that into consideration?
Carlos: I think we should thank our lord for that
Miranda: I want to give her a bibical name
Every lodge on the farm had a Bible as standard. This was mandatory reading because on Sunday they sang in church and people gathered. Miranda had been reading since she got here. There was no TV or radio on the farm. That was also forbidden. Newspapers and other influences from the city were banned. The Bible was the only thing one was allowed to read for relaxation.
Carlos: puta madre! I know!
Miranda: what then?
Carlos: I know what we will name our daughter
Miranda: and??
Carlos: We’ll call her…
Miranda: Amen! that fits exactly
Carlos: that means ”gift from God”
Miranda: what a good idea from you Carlos, you are so original!
Miranda: our daughter will take over this farm later,believe me it will happen one day..
Carlos: don’t say it out loud, the gardeners won’t like it
Miranda: well nobody knows yet
The wind was blowing hard outside and the clouds were getting darker. Carlos and Miranda peeked out from their window. A fancy scarecrow was set up as a defense against the cocky behavior of the crows. It was the corpse of the previous resident who asked too many questions and was then murdered, dissected and then placed near the corn.
It had an effect because the birds stayed away. And none of the residents even thought of entering the field at night.
Miranda: there’s something about that scarecrow
Carlos: Too bad he couldn’t keep his mouth shut then
Miranda: oh yes, one man’s death is another man’s bread
Carlos: Very good, conjo!
Mianda: I can already feel the baby growing a little bit in my belly, just look and feel
Carlos placed his hands on her stomach and a tear fell from his cheeks. This is what he had always dreamed of, to become a father. As night fell and they lay asleep on their straw bed, the sounds became audible from beneath the farmhouse. Miranda snuggled close to Carlos and held him tight. Even though they knew it would go away after a while, it was something that made Miranda curious. “Not our problem”, Carlos whispered softly to her and stroked her sweat-wet hair from her face. He gave her a kiss. Together they dreamt about Amanda..
Sometimes i wish i could dissapear, because i am queer together with variations of gender identities and sexual orientations as a pioneer i feel home overhere being part of amazing sensations A long time before it brought me frustatrations battling the enemies of my own creations i was always different...but never to myself in this nation
to myself i wanted to be honest, pure and real and so i wrote myself letters and stories to feel I gave myself no reasons to make the best of all seasons new years's eve, christmas or halloween i just felt pretty to play a tomgirl or dragqueen
meanwhile brainwash methods, repair tactics were desperatly practiced by conversion-therapy fanatics smashed by insults, profanities and misplaced opinions i became very isolated in weird conditions
from head to toe labeled, categorized, given names lost in darkness, the free spirit thrown in flames thou shall not wear the garments of females was being told when i colored my nails
losing yourself in thoughts of terror while sickened by those same malfunctional thoughts fear dissappears as you become yourself evil horror i just rejected the stigma's and the lines and dots
realisation became to powerful to understand and i sensed a deliberating feeling in my hand a glowing radiation, a tremendous force in my soul it gave me peace in my mind and mutual acceptance of the whole i never did like gender, because i love persons whether you are religious or from the freemasons
provocative thoughts, mentioned crazy and sick but so strange, because you have support from the mystic and public after a while it is quite easy to detect the toxic it will boost your inclusivity, and not the tragic
you just realize that you have mastered to become your own boss your body, your life, you are in charge of your own profit and loss this wicked sensitive body contains a non judgemental sexy hotty
to be able to be strange, odd and remarkable is apparently seen as a heroic act and declared incredible but it is possible to define unstoppable thinking out-of-the-box, being sceptical it brings minds together in territories of musical
already flavoured by so many colors with vibrant sights delicious urges leading to my inner lights i embraced my inner lovers of my discovery and it feels good to express myself in all diversity an unique creative thought for the same frequency it tells nothing more to hide in secrecy
former tensions channeled into reflection for them to question maybe it is possession but the progression ultimately reveals the real face of your expression
Do you remember when we were here eight years ago? Direct question from my two besties. In the same place where we first met. Summer of 2015. Uncertain times, where? what? who? Which direction? Where to go? What to do? What is the plan? What plan at all? These two romping bitches have adored me ever since. And claimed me. The relationship has become more friendly than sexual over time. Good thing, too. As if I had forgotten them. Had I really become so deeply entrenched in my passionate drive for my dreams and goals? The end justifies the means, the saying goes. Have I really driven the rest away? Or is it still part of it? The perspective aspect of my way of thinking gives Tomboy stress. She rebelliously kicks her feet off the sand and blinds me with sprinkles of water from the sea. Her angry way of looking at me brought me shivers.Β
Because they were curious. As protectors, it was their noble duty to watch over me. I didn’t like this freaky approach of Tomboy and Sheeba at all. How many were the counters and whether any relationships had emerged. Sheeba predicted the number exactly. Tomboy went into more detail. She was very good at that. I told them about how much fun I had here on the beach. And no time for other for a while. That was clear by now as I no longer paid any attention to them. But they were happy because I am happy. Because they knew anyway. We are friends forever. What started then in 2015 is now being done again, but in the right dimensions. With structure and love. Lots and lots of love. Love in all facets. Love that suits me.Then Tomboy asked me why we dont get sick like other people. Thats true we dont fall ill anymore. Very weird. People around us suffer from obesitas, diabetis, corona, depression and whatsoever. But we dont get sick.Β Tomboy told me that we are already sick in our minds. That is why we dont get sick by natural things. These fucking puta’s really can bring things in such a weird way sometimes yo. It added a heavenly sound as they both rode away on their scooters. My besties were right. In the new year we will meet. And until then we are friends…forever. Crazy loco friendsΒ
It was almost the end of July again and it was only about two months before it would end. Then the beach clubs stop and close during the winter. After the “deflowering” in the hotel I went to the disco with Iris. It wasn’t actually a disco but more of a karaoke bar. Smell of sweat, beer and tobacco steam was normal here. Fortunately, you could also climb the stairs to a higher floor. A small balcony provided some more air. It was Iris’s regular bar. She didn’t really have any friends. In her own words, she is a bit shy of people. And moreover because she doesn’t trust people. She rather trusts animals and plants. Fuck humans. Iris also does not eat meat or fish. She does not drink alcohol and only smokes herbal things. 420 is that a term for marijuana user or something? More of a fanatical lover of unspoiled nature. A natural lifestyle. Her description was convincing. Pretty relaxing and chill lifestyle. No worries. No stress β
I took a drag from her rolled joint. I had to cough. Fucking hell is this totally pure or something? That’s how she always smokes it. In fact, she has never used tobacco to mix. I recommended damiana to her as a mix to keep it milder. That wasn’t necessary. Then just do longer with the joint was her answer. After taking a few puffs, she put the still smoldering joint back in the tube and replaced the cap. For later of course. First do a few karaoke songs in the bar. I thought it was no wonder that Iris can’t make friends here in this bar. These are not significant people that you can do anything with. Iris had a great time but wanted to do something different. Or had the party ended so quickly in this bar? Iris said this is how it goes in these bars. There are sometimes occasions in the hotel, but they are also not spectacular. She asked me what it was like at the beach restaurant where I worked. It’s always a party there, I told her. Parties are really well organized here. The pure essence of pleasure, satisfaction and love is what reigns on the beach.
Iris found her job quite boring. It’s lonely. It’s only fun if Bella checks into the hotel once in a while. Since then they have become best friends. Best friends forever. Here on the beach in the summer that can have multiple meanings. Iris lived further away. Her parents’ house was about a ten-minute walk away. Situated a bit deeper. Between the tall buildings. Super large house. Fireplace balcony with hammocks. And 5 bedrooms. Iris is American and can look after the house for a whole year. Her brother comes by every now and then. Then there is FaceTime day with the parents. Birthdays, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day and even the parakeet’s birthday are celebrated online. That’s pretty cool. A close family bond. Living so far from each other still so connectedΒ
In her office she showed me some drawings. Naked sketches of women and men. Friends and acquaintances who posed for her. Iris knew I was a model because Bella had already told her that. And she had already looked at both my portfolios. Also the more explicit ones. She thought I was very photogenic and an ideal model for art. Not overly muscular and not too normal. A bit sexy. And certainly not sweet. But not too naughty either. Like there’s a layer of weirdness on me. She delivered her words in a funny, jumpy way. I didn’t know what to say. She positioned me in her studio and took a seat behind her easel. She grabbed a piece of charcoal and did some quick sketches. Unbelievable, she had accurately drawn my face. They are different stages, she said. From quick sketches to ultra-precise details. She found it interesting to make something that is transient eternal. She could do that by drawing it. I looked at her. Her pupils widened in ecstasy. She was completely into it. I understood her completely… I wanted her to draw me. Absolutely. She asked me to undress if Im ready for it. But of course .
Β Once again she looked at me attentively. Her eyes just went straight through my body and from head to toe. It looked like rays of light were coming out of her eyes. She made some sketches of me. I loved it even though she had drawn my pubic hair a bit more exaggerated. But it was beautiful. When I wanted to get dressed she stopped me and pushed me towards her. Now it was his turn. While she was undressing she apologized for her breasts. She thought they were quite small. The first woman I met who cares about her breasts. I reassured her that it doesn’t matter for the shape and certainly not for my ideal image. I don’t have an ideal image of breasts. Every type and variant has its own charm. What she actually wanted to hear was that I do not associate her breasts with sexual expression but simply as anatomy. I was approved… She took off her shoes and socks and a pair of beautiful feet emerged. Pale feet and natural nails. Exactly right. Once she was naked I looked her up and down. She had a piercing in her clit. A piercing with a smiley button.Β
She enjoyed how I looked at her. She swiveled her hips a little and showed me her buttocks. Beautiful! Light pink welts from her underwear showing on her skin. I didn’t use charcoal but saw a case with pastels. The crayon broke and shot at Iris. She rolled it towards me with her feet. I suddenly had an idea. I took the crayon and colored her feet with it. Curling with her instep so I could get good access. Even more colours. And Iris also grabbed some crayons and used my body as a coloring page. It’s special to touch each other with just chalk. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and marveled at the beauty. Another layer needs to be added, she said. She walked to the back of her studio and took a can of paint with her. She dipped a brush into the bright green paint can and painted a diagonal stripe on my chest. Uhhh cold I was shaking. She stroked her brush further down and painted my penis green. She giggled. I took the paint roller and slid it from the inside of her ankles towards her inner thigh. I could already see her smiley glowing… The paint dried quickly and stuck to our naked bodies. Here and there it pulled the skin a little tighter. It gave an extra dimension to the whole. It was as if we were clothed while still being naked. Iris grabbed her Polaroid camera and took a few snapshots of me. Looked nostalgically beautiful. She wanted to stand on the balcony and take a few pictures of it. I also felt this vibe with the orange-red sky with blue tones. It was a really beautiful picture with Iris in front of it as a body-painted model. A these colors! This was just too beautiful to describe.
The great thing about water-based acrylic paint is that it not only dries quickly but is also easy to wash off. We soaped each other with some sort of blend of organic soap and raspberry shampoo and rinsed off in the shower. Barefoot and naked we walked into the room and reviewed the Polaroids. She gave some to me and copied some with her copy machine. She liked them. On the one hand I felt appreciated but on the other hand a bit distant. Iris didn’t want sex. Iris actually didn’t want sex with anyone at all. This was not done in confidence. No, this was something different. Iris is asexual. She had sex several times beforeΒ but didn’t liked it to get attached to it. She prefers to have sex with herself. She wouldn’t mind it if someone watched her while she was busy. The fact that she was already naked in front of me was exciting for her. So Iris is not only a naturist but a bit of an exhibitionist. According to her, it is allowed because she is primarily a naturist and therefore her primary goal is not to show herself, but simply because she enjoys being naked. A bridge to an innocent exhibitionist thought, but only because it has a purpose. That’s the only reason it’s allowed. I agreed with her. Because i understand.
It’s because we are so saturated in our nakedness that we no longer experience the shame of it. And that’s why it’s wonderful to be able to “exhibit” yourself at sameminded. Because only among people who are of one mind can this feeling be a sensation. But also to be proud of your naked body. It is your own body Your own beauty packed into that combination of flesh and mind. present it how you like it. And be proud of it! Iris’s speech was of a high standard. This friend of Bella’s was one of those. I was curious how she got her name. I think Iris means the part around the pupils of the eye. According to her mother, she saw the universe in her eyes when she came to earth. She was the center of attention and because she was so shy of people, people always stood at a distance around her. As if she was standing in a circle.
Β Just like the pupil is surrounded by the Iris…
A special girl to be with. She lit another joint by the fireplace. Leaning one foot over the edge of the couch. Her bathrobe fell open and a flashing light flashed. Her clitoris piercing reflected the light in every way. She saw me looking. My bathrobe also fell open, causing me to sink a little onto her couch. She handed me her joint and…her Polaroid camera. Wait… she first need to put on her sunglasses for the glamour effect. I took a few quick puffs. Inhaled deeply and tapped it into the ashtray. Iris grabbed her vagina. I saw the flashing light slowly flashing less and less. She beamed and moaned with pleasure. I returned my appreciation in the form of my rising erection. There was nothing I could do but just watch. Because that is what Iris wanted. I like it too. It was also good for once. I noticed the essence of the jonko was catching on. Ow yeah!
Because wasn’t it the whole thing from posing to painting each other to taking the shower and now actually having sex on the couch? Is this sex with asexuals? Sexual attraction without touching each other? No penetration of any kind except her own fingers. Or no limbs at all. Just mental sex. How about sexual pleasure but no nudity. Is that possible? Dreaming and fantasizing about sex. But then what kind of sex will you be dreaming about? And then only having sex with herself. This is actually a kind of shy sneaky sex. Auto sex. “Go fuck yourself”, literally!Β What a fantastic time I am having this entire summer. An asexual person is the total opposite of me. How and where are the connecting dots with this person? My mind kept wondering in the clouds of the nice smelling weed. Iris planted them on her balcony. Next to the flowers and other herbs. Does it mean she actually gives design to her growings? Her dedication to nature really impresses me…
Iris interrupted my space by putting het sunglasses on me. My whole scenery became vintage sepia colored. She asks if I wanted it now. Fine. Can I watch you play with yourself? The question and how she asked it sounded so natural. It’s like asking if someone would like to have a drink with dinner. Hmmm was Iris doing an upsell or a cross sell overhere? At least we had a deal. It was now just after twelve. Silent outside. The crackling of the fireplace had stopped and the TV turned on. A French sultry film. Absurd camera techniques and lot of nudity. There was no plot to be seen in the story. Or was I too stoned to follow it? Iris also sank deeper into her couch and took out a suitcase from under her bed and threw some blankets on the couch. She took the robes and threw them in the washing machine.She then took a bottle of Prosecco on her way back.
It seemed like the movie was endless. Or was it mounted in such a way that it looked like it was open ended? The combination of Prosecco and weed then triggered something in Iris. She leaned forward a bit and focused her sights on my penis. She brought my hands to it…I didn’t have to ask because I knew what she meant. I played with my cock until it slowly got harder. I jerked off. I put a little Prosecco on my penis and slid my hands up and down. Iris went crazy. I was masturbating while Iris was looking at me.Together we are in this. Her pupils dilated and her Iris came into sight.Β
It was as if time stood still when I saw “the universe” in her eyes….
We had fun until the seagulls were circling around on the balcony in the early morning. How many times did we masturbated together? Dammit we Iost the count. Iris was very impressed by my endurance and stamina. During the covid area i masturbated a lot i told her. I mastered different hand techniques and massaging methods. She was also not loosen at wrist . Iris had online competions with other girls and boys from her secret network. In the morning i covered her naked sleeping body with a blanket. What a nice body she has. Looked slightly different as she is more vulnerable. It had something of a quiet peace. Beauty isβ¦ in the eye of the beholder. While still covered in some dips of paint. I gave her a goodbye kiss. Goodbye Iris see you soon in the hotel again…
After then i went to Bella’s club and I ordered a chicken schnitzel sandwich with curry sauce and fresh chopped onion. Bella’s grin showed that there had been conversations. Obviously. The news already travelled with speed of light to the whole boulevard area. I didnt realize that some were living across the balcony Iris was posing on. But the girls all liked it. And the boys too. And they want more. They will get more. I guaranteed them. The pleasant vibe with the beach clubs employees are of of a million. Its all fine and okay. Because they exactly know how things are. And that gave me a feeling of trust. Phoebe came also to the club and with her a girl. Her arm was in plaster. It was in a cast because she had an unfortunate fall while surfing. There were a few scratches on her face. It gave her a attitude of danger. An attractive kind of danger. Her sunglasses hid her eyes. But her smile betrayed her state of mind. I threw a virtual kiss in the air. And then i put on iris’ sunglasses…and welcomed Abigail….
sceamed Sheeba hysterically from out the showers βthe curfew has been implemented!’ “What…. the…. fuck!!! ”How can we go out now into the nights”, she complained. Sheeba was not very amused about the regulations. The Corona outbreak has seized the world. A virus is floating around that is life-threatening to human society. And there is nothing else the media is talking about. Amidst the tumult and overload of information, it is no longer possible to distinguish between what is still real news or fake news. It is becoming a trend what makes ordinary people think. Because as with anything, you will always have both supporters and opponents of the news we are presented with in the media. And certainly during a time of this lockdown, people have started to live more in anxiety. And where there is fear there is suspicion. People are no longer so quick to trust and believe things. This is what the world is facing.
A splintering of communities and groups.Extreme measures are being taken. Governments from all over the world are flinging rules and impositions. Not everyone can cope with this as it restricts people’s daily freedoms. Special regulations come from how to handle hygiene like washing hands and sneezing into your elbow. Staying home will become a standard thing. Stay Home Stay Safe became a trendy slogan. Only essential shops like supermarkets and pharmacies may stay open. But limited to certain times. Disco’s and bars are closed. Party celebrations are not allowed. People are advised to keep their distance from each other and this is enforced and adhered to, wearing face masks in public transport and actually in all public environments is mandatory. Curfews are becoming a well-known phenomenon that formerly free people suddenly have to deal with. Getting vaccinated against the virus is recommended. These and more rules can be intense for some people.
But not everyone was affected. Most were enjoying themselves. It was actually quite fine like this. Few people on the streets, this made it easier to hear the birds and hear the crickets on the sides of roads. Nature was revived. It seemed like the wildlife was very happy. The air was remarkably much cleaner as there were also fewer cars outside. The fellow residents of Eden and myself found it very thrilling to witness it all. A real lockdown situation. During these phases, then, the residents’ most diverse aspirations emerged. It is winter anyway what do you want to do in the evening outside during winter. Staying comfy with your loved ones, watching movies, listening to music, playing games. Watching porn (all kind of..) and doing porn (also all kind of..) were the main things to do during the lockdown. As a good friend of this building i was totally endorsed by them already a long time ago. My bondage with them was of a different level. A level only we could understand. My being receptive triggered their curiosity. And their transparency made me more genuinely curious about them. It was as if it was meant to be…
She was constantly screaming in my ear Tomboy as i mockily call her always likes to make fun of me and want to hurt my feelings at times. It gives her a feeling of pleasure and a feeling of dominance. Her so called funny approach doesnt fit me. And therefore i try to avoid her as much as possible. Actually more because she is a dangerous girl. I’d rather avoid confrontation than deal with it. despite this contradiction, I can still deal with her well. It’s hard to explain. It doesn’t need to be explained either. βWhy cant you open your mouth further?” Sheeba asked me. “I have inflamed tonstrils and gums”, i told her politely. “And due the swollen gums my back tooth has been drawn so it can heal.” What would be the best remedy to heal as soon as possible i wondered.
The lockdown postponed so many things. And people will get crazy staying home all the time. It is good then to be with someone and doing mostly social activities. Believe me if you are alone you are fucked for upcoming times.. Make yourself comfortable. As usual im one of the many inhabitants of βEdenβ who is not all the time naked in the rooms. There is also this gorgeous gym inside the appartment complex. People can choose to sport…totally naked if they want. “Wow!” doing squats naked while looking yourself in the mirrow. All these naked dripping from sweat bodies. All in different sizes and different shapes. It feels deliberating. I will do this more often were my thoughts blazing after my first naked gym session.Being one of the few men in the complex, I am quite well known in the complex. mostly because I am very alluring as was whispered in the corridors. I had to get used to this form of fame and recognition…
The ladies are very fond of me. Most of the men in the complex are full-time gay as they jokingly say. According to Tomboy, only a ray from the rainbow of me is gay. The rest they want to discover and experience..That may be why the ladies are so benevolent. To be honest, of course I just surrender to their lusts and benefits. It’s just friendlyβ¦It’s quite a special feeling to experience that. But predominantly I liked that among the nudists in the in-house gym of “The Mansion”. Among themselves, there is a total ban on cameras and photo in the entire complex. Even the kitchen and laundry room are being observed. And if anyone still makes a misstep, punishment awaits. An atmosphere of total freedom and where you can truely be yourself. The douches are a mixture of people. Because it doesn’t bother people here, they should feel like they are in paradise.
Tomboy was wondering: βHow come then after mandatory mask rule, still so many contaminations?” “And why the new rules?” “We are washing our hands.” “We keep distance, we follow the rules.” “Every organisation is following the rules.” ”And that while they know they are losing control and grip on their business.” “The government is in charge” “The government makes the rules.” “They are the boss now and they are in control.” “There must be some sceptics present surely,” Sheeba brooded. ”They too have to follow the rules” ” But personally, I think that could lead to rebellion.” “Because they find out that they are completely absorbed in a system of order and no more freedoms.” ”Imposed rules and regulations.” the fact is …..the brainwashing on a mass level has already begun.” “The Great Reset.”
Tomboy teasingly stroked her hands through my hair and fucked up my hairstyle. They were both going to take care of me during the lockdown.With them, of course, I could cure my throat and tonstrils.
And secretly in the evening when I was asleep or pretending to be asleep, Tomboy would come peek and look at my sleeping naked body in adoration.It made her confused because she could see the beauty in it. She looked at me not out of excitement but out of interest. She had seen few naked men. She found me very interesting. Ever since 2015 when I met her and Sheeba. Soon we rolled into the photo and art industry and of course that was accompanied with sex drugs and the free life.
No limits, no problems was our motto. We lived in a stupor and until all this time we always stayed together and got my permanent room in the complex.I was forever stuck with these bitches…
Sheeba once again pointed out to me that I should not be so sloppy and naive in my photoshoots.
”No signals!’
suddenly jumped Tomboy in between the conversation. ”Your device should be unrecognisable and unknown.” during the shoot no fucking devices allowed Tomboy told me that during the coming period, she will introduce me to her friends who will make me more wise to the world of cyber stalking and photography and combined with sex. “Ultimately,
this is going to lead to the ultimate private toyboy ….for us.”
“A situation where we will take care.” “We will be queens together in your kingdom” “We will fuck you..and you will be fucking us”
“With your beautiful slender muscular angelic body.” ‘Your body” “mingled with our bodies, in any circumstance in every order“
Their domination was palpable and intense, but pleasurable. Being submissive to their benevolent lust gave a thrilling thrill for me. I listened to them and was all ears. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was like it was throbbing. It was perfect. β¦.
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