A cricket will rub his legs until they break, calling for a mate:
the cricket chirp of summer nights. How strange are our fetishes?
The truth be known nothing is obscene in nature. It is the endless search
for nourishment and rebirth. David and Ridley were happily bonded in
a life marriage. Unfortunately, the punishment for homosexuality in
in a theocratic society was ostracism. David desperately wanted to
have a family. Ridley the pragmatist thought more of financial survival.
How could they risk the danger from society?
The solution seemed ridiculous to David, but necessary in Ridley's
view. They would purchase several female slaves. This would increase
their status in the polygamous community. David picked the youngest
females for breeding stock. Ridley supplied the dresses from his
laugerie business. Noomi the first pick of females loved her new home.
She was petite and liked to jump about on the couch and roll off onto
the floor barking like a puppy. Charlize was a nordic girl with long blonde
hair and icy blue eyes. She was very quite and sat by herself.
Idris was very outgoing and preferred to remain naked.
All the slaves were raised naked to keep them submissive.
Over many generation slaves were assimilated into a life of nudity amongst
fully dressed slave owners. Bridgitte Lacombe was a slave dealer and handler.
"You know these girls will need booster shots." she said as she stamped the
bill of sale. "Can't we hire someone to keep them clean and fed?" David asked
Ridley. Ridley smirked back, "They're litter box trained; right?"
Mrs. Lacombe gave a long hard look, "These women are carefully bread
for intelligence and to be physically perfect. They are prime."
Ridley nodded several times and handed over his credit card.
"I want a popsicle!" Noomi giggled and ran her hand up Davids crotch.
"Yeah. Okay. Let's get you settled down first." David said with a toothy smile.
Mrs. Lacombe look very sternly at David, "The Humane Society will be
checking in on your progress." She gathered up her papers and left.
David sighed, "Jesus. What a hag."
Ridley looked over his acquisitions, "Well, where should we start?"
"Do we have to start anything? I mean we can do this invitro."
David was clearly upset.
Ridley pulled his soul mate aside with a yank of his elbow:
"We have to establish dominance or the neighbors will report us."
David rolled his eyes and grabbed Charlize, throwing over a chair and
coupling with her from behind. Noomi ran up barking, "Me next! Me next!"
Idris pulled down Ridley's shorts and suckled on his johnson.
"Are you okay Ridie?" David called out, while performing a three way.
"Just get it done!" Ridley snapped back.
The gay couple successfully established their dominance over their
slave girls. The girls ran about the house cleaning and making meals
and praising their masters to the neighbors.
David was confused,
"So, it's okay to have many female sexual partners,
but gay love is illegal?"
"Ridley Scott is a name I have built on for twenty years.
I wont have it all torn down by prejudice." his word was final.
The Ridley Scott laugerie line was spotlighted with his own slave girls
in his catalogue. Many fans grew to know Ridley Scott as the
playboy of the western world; always surrounded by beautiful slave girls
and his life long assistant David and their many children.
Heaven knows anything goes.
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