PORN Can be used in mind control, in fact it is a feature of many experimental brainwashing techniques used in the past, it is a handy reward punish
feature of a sensory deprived individual especially when mixed with various mind altering chemical's during these conditioning experiments which
usually ended with a witless fool or a monstrously mad lunatic, they would force the individual to watch sex scenes or beautiful naked woman and flash
to bloody murder and battlefield carnage or other despicable imagery to screw up the victims psyche permanently and along with implanted suggestions
they could be used to program and individual to do some pretty awful things.
For those struggling with addiction to this unholy underworld of crime and filth ruled corner of the darker side of human nature than look at this
The more you think about it the more it will sit there in your psyche until you look at something, the more you look the more addicted to the lie
that is the screen you will become, the more you will produce endorphins that are addictive until you need that rush, the more you will be drawn into
darker and darker, harder and harder videos until the person you were has died.
Don't go there, porn is evil, a little bit of burlesque fine everyone need's some nose art on there plane after all but beyond that it's not real no
matter how much it may feel it, no matter how much your brain makes it out to be and all it does is feed crime syndicates that pray on often young
naïve people leaving there lives destroyed just so some slobbering fat guy can pull his pud to the monitor.
Find once a month to get rid of the poison from your body but for that all you need is a bloody good imagination.
Here my imagination is lacking but a quickly imagined scenario.
I lay there my muscles aching after the fight, the long scar was still tender from were I had received that gash when my opponent several fights
before had gotten a lucky blow after managing to get under my Guard, I hated having to use the net but we were there for there entertainment and the
crowd in the amphitheatre had roared in delight at the first blood he had drawn, still I had spared his life after and wondered if perhaps it had been
a mistake since I knew we would meet again in some future contest once his wounds had healed not that the masters would have been pleased with me
killing a promising new gladiator in there stable.
Being a gladiator I had been trained since a child and barely remembered my homeland putting it out of my mind as it brought back painful
She came into the room, not a rich lady but another slave one of my masters servant's a beautiful brunette with hair flowing down past her waist, her
skin glistening in the dim light of the torch, he wanted to breed me and given how beautiful she looked how could I say no, she had been born in Egypt
a place on the other side of the great sea south and east of the masters estates and her skin was a soft reddish brown, her large dark almost black
eye's accented in the Egyptian style with black and blue makeup giving them an almost feline quality.
She disrobed dropping the material to the floor revealing her shapely fine limbed body, long leg's and full thigh's for her slender frame and full
high breasts aroused me as she moved cat like onto the bed straddling me her supple yet muscular thigh's arousing me even further.
Slipping her hands under my toga she smiled and moved the loose material out of the way taking me into her soft moist warmth and came closer kissing
me her scent filling my nostrils as one of her hands gently moved along the line of the tender scar which only further aroused me.
I pulled her close and rolled her under me before thrusting into her in a far more gentle fashion than I ever did with my sword or spear and she
moaned softy with each thrust her eye's rolling up showing the whites at first at the surprise of my body inside hers and the rippling motion of my
flesh against her own.
The master would keep her coming to me until she was impregnated or send another in a month or two the child of a successful and famous gladiator was
sure to be quite valuable then he would either send another or perhaps as he had more than once before hire me out to other houses to have me
impregnate there slaves or more often as not amuse there wives.
Despite this I was not a free man and part of me just wanted to escape even though I had never yet tried, part of me wanted to ride with my brothers
across the broad step again and to marry a woman of my own tribe, I imagined her with long auburn hair flowing behind her strong lithe body, emerald
green eye's flashing and and a full mouth set in a heart shaped face as she rode beside me a female warrior like all the woman of my tribe as capable
as our men were and one of the reasons so many when taken had been butchered in the Arena for the sport of the Roman's, that and the fact that the
romans despite the beauty of our woman had liked there's shorter than our woman were.
Though I had only been a boy when the Romans had raided our village in the night I had watched as my sisters since I was the only son and the
youngest fought to protect me and I had grabbed my fathers hunting knife to try to protect one of my sisters injuring one of the raiding soldiers
stabbing him in the leg only for him to then knock me out by harshly swiping me across the head with the flat of his blade.
When I had awakened I had found myself in a caged cart being drawn by horses with other children and looking out from the wooden bars I could see
many surviving members of my tribe and other people I did not know tied together being forced to walk back to roman territory with soldiers on horses
to the sides of the column of captives guarding them, many had died as we were marched hundreds of leagues before we entered what the Romans had
considered safe territory and allowed the march to slow and the captives to rest.
I mused to myself, if I had been an adult when they had taken me rather than such a young child I may have died as well, our people rebelled and
being a slave did not fit well with them but still the Romans had raided our lands and still they had been able to find a market for those that they
In time long after My passing in the Arena were I had eventually died for the amusement of an overweight fat Roman noble a spear through my throat
the battle scars and injury's having finally reduced me to little more than a cripple who had began to lose my contests the Romans would reap the
bitter reward of there murder of my and other tribes, those further east had been less civilized and far more dangerous than we had and when they had
come through lands were too few of us remained to hold them they had plundered the fat roman cow for all it was worth leaving it broken so that it
(purely fictitious just to illustrate a point and drawn from my own imagination, you do not need porn, you can create beautiful creatures just by
closing your eye's and thinking, or horrific ones, or domineering woman if that is your thing or submissive if that is your thing though you know it's
big world and your imagination is only limited by you, personally I find anything like this tiresome though and do not have the need any longer so
it's for you young whipper snappers out there, just play safe and please morality is good).
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