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March 11, 2016
Sylvia Amdur – The Unconquerable Heart:
Sylvia’s sacrifice – Part -2 – From our Upcoming book,
‘The Unconquerable Heart’
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Meanwhile, back in the Presidential suite room, Tretan had released Sylvia from the cross. He now sat back again on his elevated sofa and looked amorously at his slave who stood before him, helplessly.
‘I admire your foolishness…’ Tretan remarked, observing that Sylvia kept her arms crossed over her naked chest and stood expressionless before him, without bothering to look him in the eye. She wasn’t sobbing anymore or even experiencing the slightest hint of fears. She had turned into a bland emotionless lady, devoid of any sensitivity.
Tretan stirred up another peg of Absinthe, took a swig and placed the glass on the side table and gestured her to come closer to him.
Sylvia obeyed. Tretan made her to turn around and unfastened the Velcro straps loosening the skirt to the floor. Now Sylvia was completely naked. Tretan forcedly turned her around and leaned back on his sofa, ‘Now try covering both…’ he said laughing even more wickedly.
Sylvia’s tears had long dried up. She definitely was ashamed but her state was beyond physical. She only visualized Munna’s innocent smile all the time and it gave her a tremendous amount of solace.
‘Now wiggle ya fleshy cheeks … strap your filthy body with a fish net dress n come back to daddy…’ Tretan ordered.
Sylvia promptly obeyed and walked towards the closet. Tretan looked amorously at her fleshy rear as it wobbled up and down with the upward vibration generated by the clanging of her heeled shoes against the wooden floor. She could easily find the Fish net dress in the closet as she’d observed it on her previous visit to the closet. It was a short one piece knitted, see through dress, woven intricately by elastic threads. Sylvia wore it and it easily fitted her shape. Being a see through, despite the dress, her naked body was on complete show – It seemed as if she just wore some body paint.
She understood, Tretan was now ready to unleash upon her the actual act of humiliation – she resolved not to let pangs of shyness or fear, hinder her ‘spirit to persevere’ through the hellish night. She strode back to the dais confidently and stood before him holding her hands to the front.
‘Hmm… lovely titties…’ Tretan commented pointing his index finger at her, holding the Absinthe filled glass. ‘So that’s what you decided is more precious…’ Tretan said slyly observing her hands held to the crotch. Sylvia stayed silent. Her psychological state had already crossed the boundaries of shyness now.
‘Well… for the big question…’ Tretan leaned forward in the sofa and peered straight into Sylvia’s eyes. ‘I know your answer for sure… But I still want to hear it from you…’ he said.
‘Please ask Fuhrer…’ Sylvia said looking into Tretan’s eyes.
‘Do you really consider that mute retard your soul mate…?’ Tretan asked seriously stirring the half-filled glass.
‘I do… Fuhrer…’ Sylvia replied without exhibiting the slightest hint of offense at Tretan for having referred to the love of her life as a ‘retard.’ She knew, being extremely calculative and obedient were the only two things that would see her through that night.
‘How dear is he for you…?’ Tretan egged on relaxing back in his sofa.
‘I could carve my heart out for him… Fuhrer…’ Sylvia said. Her eyes turned moist answering something she’d posed to herself, a good multiple times.
‘Good, I like the intensity… now wiggle ya ass back there and tie yourself a Tichel… I think you very well know how to do it… Don’t you bitch…?’
(Note: Tichel is a head scarf worn by orthodox married Jewish women in compliance with the codes of modesty as required of them in the Torah – the Holy book of Judaism. Orthodox Judaism states that a woman’s hair is a sensual and private part of her appearance, and hence may only show it to her husband in privacy. This is considered a sign of the bond between husband and wife. And hence married Jewish women are required to cover their hair in public)
‘I do … Fuhrer…’ Sylvia answered and walked up to the closet, picked up a red colored scarf and tied it around her hair in the traditional Jewish fashion. She then came back and stood before Tretan.
‘Lovely chubby pig….’ Tretan said. ‘No go and straddle that one…’ Tretan pointed at a Spanking bench at the far end of the room opposite to his seated position.
Sylvia turned around to find the instrument of her earthly damnation but she didn’t feel the slightest of inhibitions or fears, Tretan had taken off those too already. Now she was just a big piece of lifeless meat with no emotions. But Tretan wanted to achieve something more than just pound at that lifeless meat and it was yet to be seen if Sylvia could pass that hell. She meekly straddled the spanking bench. The fishnet dress drew up to her buttocks, as she knelt on the spanking bench and it offered a clear view of her vagina and rectum to Tretan.
Tretan folded up his full hands shirt, picked up a small glass plate and poured himself ten big lines of Cocaine powder from tiny glass vials that were already kept on the table. He then picked a long thin tube that was kept in a horizontal holder at the end of the glass plate and snuffled up four of those lines. The Cocaine rushed through his nostrils into his bloodstream and instantly gave him a monstrous high. He placed the plate aside on the table and jerked his head sideways letting the cocaine ease his senses. He then removed his shoes, stood up, removed his pants and underwear and walked up to Sylvia.
‘I’m gonna tell you a real story – a story, I’ve been intrigued about a long time now…’ Tretan said as he fastened the Velcro strap of the spanking bench on her neck first. The neck strap completely immobilized her head, fixing her right cheek to the head rest. Having tightened the neck strap satisfactorily, Tretan then bent down to face Sylvia, ‘It’s about a pious Jewish woman’s instinct for survival…’ he said sarcastically mimicking a double quote in the air with his fingers.
Sylvia stayed silent and Tretan continued to strap one of her hands, ‘And you will answer me back… bitch…’ he shouted on her face impatiently.
‘Am listening Fuhrer…’ Sylvia replied in a modest tone. She wildly speculated that his story was going to be Nazi rhetoric, questioning her integrity of devotion to God, family, spouse or even herself.
‘Very well then…’ He said continuing to clamp down her other arm. ‘My Grandpa was a senior officer in the SS Gestapo and was in charge of a concentration camp at Auschwitz…’ Tretan then strapped up her feet, stood between her parted legs, pulled up the fish net dress a little upwards towards her waist and inserted his erected penis in her vagina. He gave her one strong pelvic thrust and then it was all over for him. He collapsed on her back grunting and leaking inside her. Sylvia stayed put like a rock, she didn’t expect it to finish so soon but then Tretan had all the time till seven the next morning and she was sure, he’s not someone who would leave her so quickly.
March 10, 2016
Sylvia Amdur – The Unconquerable Heart:
Sylvia’s sacrifice – Part -1 – From our Upcoming book,
The Unconquerable Heart
Content is graphic – Not for the faint hearted..Tretan had removed his overcoat and tie and he sat idly on a Sofa that was on an elevated dais. He sipped a peg of absinthe –his favorite drink and stared at Sylvia who stood coyly before him, below the dais, holding her hands to her front. She was anxious and her heart palpitated. She wore a sleeveless round neck white top with large black checkered stripes, black colored pants and three inch heeled shoes. It’s been ten minutes since he’d ordered her to stand in front of him and Sylvia’s idle mind conjured up various possibilities of what he could do with her. Tretan was absolutely in ‘POWER’
‘Lose that pant…’ Tretan ordered pointing at her holding the glass in hand.
Sylvia coyly removed her pant and stood holding her hands to her front, avoiding eye contact all the while. She no longer harbored the unbeknownst guts that had superseded her psyche when she signed the agreement – It was now all Sylvia Amdur, the normal coy self.
‘Panty too…’ Tretan hissed maintaining a firm eye contact.
Sylvia hesitatingly proceeded with obliging the orders. She had been prepping herself up for the dark day since a fortnight. ‘After all it’s not my soul, just my body…’ she concluded the whole time.
‘There must be a hobble skirt, Go get it…’ Tretan ordered.
Sylvia meekly proceeded to the closet and looked up for a skirt. But there was no whole skirt, there was just one backless leather skirt, which was just big enough to cover, only the fringes of her backside and it had Velcro straps running all across it’s backside from top to bottom. Sylvia picked the skirt, proceeded towards Tretan and stood before him calmly.
‘Why don’t you speak up Sylvia Amdur…?’ Tretan asked in a low gruff tone.
‘Mr. Bliecher, I prefer to stay silent…’ Sylvia said.
‘Filthy bitch… Did you forget your code…?’ Tretan thundered. ‘You signed to address me as Fuhrer this night… and you will…’
‘Sorry Fuhrer… I will do so…’ Sylvia said meekly
‘That’s like a good gal… come hither…’
Sylvia walked up to the dais. Tretan took the skirt from her hand and ordered her to turn around. Sylvia obliged and Tretan proceeded with covering her lower half with the flimsy leather hobble skirt. He held the skirt in place around her waist and fastened the horizontal Velcro straps on the backside one by one. Sylvia’s ass cheeks were clearly visible through the straps.
‘Now go, get me a bull whip…’ Tretan ordered again.
Sylvia understood that she was going to be flogged soon, the thought of a leather lash bruising her delicate body made her shudder in fear. But then she’d signed up for a maximum of six whip lashes and she had to endure the pain no matter what. The hobble skirt really hampered her leg movement and she limped her way to the closet to fetch the bull whip. Tretan voyeuristically looked at her half naked rear as she limped across the room. The sight of her fleshy rear wobbling out of the tight Velcro straps gave him a high. Sylvia picked a bull whip from the closet and brought it to Tretan.
‘You know bitch…’ Tretan said receiving the bull whip. ‘You’re the cheapest to submit to me…’
Sylvia stayed silent. It didn’t matter what he called her. She’d resolved to stay firm and calm, no matter how much ever he eventually would antagonize her psychologically and physically.
‘Go, stand near the cross, facing the wall…’ Tretan ordered.
Sylvia meekly obeyed, walked to the other end of the room and stood near the St. Andrews’s cross facing the wall. Tretan finished the last sip of his fourth peg of Absinthe and approached Sylvia near the cross. He then fastened her legs and hands to the straps of the cross.
‘You know why I called you cheap… bitch?’ he asked.
Sylvia stayed silent.
‘You will answer me bitch, or else the agreement doesn’t stand good… you signed it…’ Tretan threatened.
‘Sorry Fuhrer… Please let me know why you called me cheap…’ Sylvia tried to be obedient as possible as she didn’t want Tretan to go back on his word.
‘You are cheap, coz I have only paid you a penny as per our agreement…’ Tretan laughed wickedly. ‘The bout is gonna fetch me millions of dollars, and you ain’t getting nothing… except a little satisfaction maybe… that your man crawled right up there… but he’s gonna fail for sure…’ he laughed again.
‘He’s not gonna fail…’ Sylvia murmured to herself. ‘– and the satisfaction is more than enough for me… anyways. It’s immeasurable… and it’s me who’s buying here… not you… sleazy piece of shit.’ She had the perfect answer at the back of her mind, but she wouldn’t dare to utter it as she meant business too. No disparaging comment, however slanderous it may be, was gonna make her answer back tonight whatsoever and it was her firm resolve.
Her silence spiked Tretan’s anger and he unleashed a strong lash upon her frail body.
‘Aaarrrggghhhh…’ Sylvia cried in pain. The whip circled her waist and buttocks tearing apart the lower half of her top and bruising her belly and buttocks. Her delicate skin got ripped wide open and red blood gushed out of the bruised line making it a pitiful sight to watch.
‘How do you feel that … huh?’ Tretan cracked the whip creating a miniature sonic boom. Sylvia’s body involuntarily shuddered at the sound of the cracking whip, but her mind stayed stiff.
‘That’s for making me a demon in front of the whole wide world…’ Tretan then quickly unleashed two more lashes on Sylvia. Both the lashes landed on her upper torso circling and bruising her breasts and back. Her top and bra completely tore apart and fell to the floor exposing her upper half completely.
‘These are for making me lose to that bastard… Ethan Chapman…’ Tretan shouted wickedly even as Sylvia writhed and cried in pain.
Tretan then flung the whip to the floor, neared Sylvia, caught her head by her hair, pulled it back firmly and looked straight into her eyes, ‘Now am gonna be generous with you and forgo the other three lashes… cause you’ve come cheap…’
Meanwhile outside, in the lobby, Miranda sat anxiously on the sofa, she was herself going through a visible living hell. Despite the air conditioner, she sweated profusely – her hands shivered, she’d even gulped down a couple of anti-depressants but they just successful in numbing her senses a little, she was still very much conscious of Sylvia’s ongoing suffering. She repeatedly went through the images of the BDSM equipment, from the room that she clicked on her mobile, and visualized horrific instances of pain Tretan could inflict on Sylvia with the help of those tools. Suddenly her mobile rang, it was Hazeem and she was in no mood to talk to him, anxious and uneasy, she switched off her mobile and completely shut herself off from the outside world.
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March 4, 2016
Authors’ Note – The Unconquerable Heart
What is our book all about? Check out the Authors’ Note, to have an in-depth idea of ‘The Unconquerable Heart’s’ true spirit…
‘Possibility’ and ‘Power’:
The easiest way God Chose to analyze the ‘Human spirit,’ of its predisposition towards saintly/ sinisterly activities, was to just plant the ‘Tree of knowledge’ or simply ‘present a POSSIBILITY,’ as we both brothers would prefer to call it, in the ‘Garden of Eden’ or ‘Earth’ as we all refer to it now, and supervise the ‘human spirit,’ on how it would choose to use the ‘Forbidden Fruit’ or simply ‘POWER,’ as we both brothers have analyzed it to be, that arises out of such a ‘POSSIBILITY.’
It is, indeed more or less, the same schema that God employs even today, to analyze and test the ‘inherent angelic and ghoulish tendencies of billions of human spirits’ that continue to dwell, on this materialistic planet. But he continues to be deceptive and increasingly innovative in his approach, and is presenting ‘POWER’ to humans, in innumerable ‘POSSIBILITIES’ that are far beyond a mortal’s comprehension to discover it to be the ‘Forbidden Fruit’.
As per our limited comprehension, ‘POWER’ is a highly relative term and it encompasses a wide gamut of aspects and is presented to humans through infinite ‘POSSIBILITIES.’ Some of those ‘POSSIBILITIES,’ as per our comprehension are…
POWER of possessing better physical strength or just being able bodied,
POWER of being the stronger of the sexes (either by virtue of physique or intellect),
POWER of possessing greater intellect (gained either by virtue of age, experience, exposure to tech/literacy/worldly knowledge etc.),
POWER of owning money or assets,
POWER of occupying an authoritative office position,
POWER of holding a better status in the society,
POWER of owning better infrastructure/facilities/technological know-how/greater military expertise,
POWER of owning better resources,
POWER of being able to help,
POWER of being part of a majority group (that has a synchronous thought process or is possessing similar ideals and goals, and which in turn is part of a society or corporation or a political party or the governing council of a state or country responsible for the rights of the minorities),
Or even for that matter, say, simply the POWER of being born normal compared to someone who’s not… matters too. The list of ‘POSSIBILITIES’ is almost endless and only GOD has the complete scroll.
Time and again, God sees to it that, in some circumstance (read as ‘POSSIBILITY’) or the other, every human being is blessed with greater ‘POWER’ when compared to a fellow human being. He presents this upper hand to every human being at some point or the other in their earthly lives, simply to judge a particular human spirit’s generosity or discretion at using such ‘POWER’ bestowed upon it.
‘Abuse’ and ‘Bullying’:
So, how are you using your ‘POWER?’ We brothers can safely predict that, in all of the Homo sapiens’ existence on this planet, it is and will be mighty hard to spot at least a single human spirit, from among those infinite beings who have dwelled/ is dwelling or is even about to dwell on this mortal planet, who has rightly used/is using or will use his/her ‘POWER.’ Just like Adam and Eve have eaten the ‘Forbidden Fruit,’ humans continue to ‘EAT their POWER’ or simply put, they ‘ABUSE’ it. History is replete with instances of ‘ABUSE of POWER’ by mankind.
ABUSE is again a highly relative term. Majority levels of ABUSE are unnoticeable and pass off as normal functioning of the society. Such levels of unnoticeable ABUSE committed by a ‘human spirit’ will and can only stand for trial in God’s court of law in its ‘life after life.’ But there are some levels of ABUSE that are highly intolerable and are easily noticeable by fellow human beings. We would classify such levels of ‘ABUSE’ as ‘BULLYING.’
Ranging from…
… Acts like name calling, booing and intimidation of women, and individuals of the lesser privileged groups such as people of the LGBT communities, on everyday streets and multiple other walks of life… Combined with a daily dose of sporadic instances of rape of women, child abuse, domestic violence, abuse at work place etc. that affect a particular subset of people…
…To acts like, hazing of freshmen and initiates, at fraternities & sororities of various disciplines that widens the subset…
…To the innumerable debasing acts committed by the insurmountable demons of hatred, prejudice and bigotry that had been/are being unleashed upon the human race through multiple instances of invasions promulgated and adhered to, in the mindless pursuit of colonialist/expansionist policies, by monarchial and democratic rulers alike, over the known, better part of documented human existence – Such as, Racial Supremacism, Racial segregation, Slavery, Apartheid, Mass genocides, Terrorism, Communal violence, Ethnic strife, Civil wars, and Subjective cleansing of ethnic minorities by dictators and democratic governments alike, through ineffectual policing at times of politically instigated civil violence, and Subjugation of minority groups based on gender, sexual orientation, race, region and religion, and Grotesque treatment of prisoners of war and politics, and Rape/sodomy and objectification of women and young boys as trophies of war, etc…
…that have exploded the subset of prejudiced people into a superset, to include just about anyone and everybody…
…are all acts of ‘BULLYING.’
Simply put, ‘BULLYING’ is ‘ABUSE of POWER’ in the most ‘HEINOUS’ of ways. ‘BULLYING’ is so evil that God himself has decided that such acts of ‘HEINOUS ABUSE of POWER’ shall be dealt with an equal and opposite force during its reign on earth itself.
Sir Isaac Newton has famously formulated that, “For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.” This well-established physics law can be attributed to even every day walks of life. Whenever or wherever an act of ‘BULLYING’ occurs, a counter active force keeps simmering within the person or entity that is bullied. This counter active force explodes at the most unexpected of times, from within the most unassuming of persons or entities that were bullied and it destroys or humbles the person or entity that has indulged in such acts of ‘BULLYING.’
In all of the documented history of mankind, no act of subjugation had been completely successful. Such barbaric acts of ‘BULLYING’ may have run rampant over a course of period and may have been partially successful, in silencing a person/group/entity/country for a particular period of time, but over the course of time, Individuals and groups of the subjugated classes have risen above such situations and reinvented themselves back with even much fuller vigor, and have proven to be ‘PHOENIXES OF PERSEVERANCE,’ time and again.
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SYNOPSIS of the Story:
‘THE SPIRIT OF PERSEVERANCE’:
Our story is about Five such unassuming ‘BULLIED’ individuals who have been denied a meaningful life by the society at large and have been at the butt end of ridicules and abuse throughout their lives simply because the ‘majority people around them who were awarded with ‘POSSIBLITIES’ by GOD, ‘ABUSED their POWER’ to the hilt and denied them their rightful place in the society.
These Five individuals persevere in their conviction to survive and collectively battle against all odds to present a ‘Super Winner,’ from among them to the society, placing the very society that has rebuked them in a hall of eternal shame. Their ‘SPIRIT OF PERSEVERANCE,’ in pursuit of their conviction to achieve their rightful ends is what qualifies each of them to be a true… ‘UNCONQUERABLE HEART’ on an individual basis.
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‘POSSIBILITY’ and ‘POWER’
‘Possibility’ and ‘Power’:
The easiest way God Chose to analyze the ‘Human spirit,’ of its predisposition towards saintly/ sinisterly activities, was to just plant the ‘Tree of knowledge’ or simply ‘present a POSSIBILITY,’ as we both brothers would prefer to call it, in the ‘Garden of Eden’ or ‘Earth’ as we all refer to it now, and supervise the ‘human spirit,’ on how it would choose to use the ‘Forbidden Fruit’ or simply ‘POWER,’ as we both brothers have analyzed it to be, that arises out of such a ‘POSSIBILITY.’
It is, indeed more or less, the same schema that God employs even today, to analyze and test the ‘inherent angelic and ghoulish tendencies of billions of human spirits’ that continue to dwell, on this materialistic planet. But he continues to be deceptive and increasingly innovative in his approach, and is presenting ‘POWER’ to humans, in innumerable ‘POSSIBILITIES’ that are far beyond a mortal’s comprehension to discover it to be the ‘Forbidden Fruit’.
As per our limited comprehension, ‘POWER’ is a highly relative term and it encompasses a wide gamut of aspects and is presented to humans through infinite ‘POSSIBILITIES.’ Some of those ‘POSSIBILITIES,’ as per our comprehension are…
POWER of possessing better physical strength or just being able bodied,
POWER of being the stronger of the sexes (either by virtue of physique or intellect),
POWER of possessing greater intellect (gained either by virtue of age, experience, exposure to tech/literacy/worldly knowledge etc.),
POWER of owning money or assets,
POWER of occupying an authoritative office position,
POWER of holding a better status in the society,
POWER of owning better infrastructure/facilities/technological know-how/greater military expertise,
POWER of owning better resources,
POWER of being able to help,
POWER of being part of a majority group (that has a synchronous thought process or is possessing similar ideals and goals, and which in turn is part of a society or corporation or a political party or the governing council of a state or country responsible for the rights of the minorities),
Or even for that matter, say, simply the POWER of being born normal compared to someone who’s not… matters too. The list of ‘POSSIBILITIES’ is almost endless and only GOD has the complete scroll.
Time and again, God sees to it that, in some circumstance (read as ‘POSSIBILITY’) or the other, every human being is blessed with greater ‘POWER’ when compared to a fellow human being. He presents this upper hand to every human being at some point or the other in their earthly lives, simply to judge a particular human spirit’s generosity or discretion at using such ‘POWER’ bestowed upon it.
