
EXTREME WARNING. This is intended for persons of 18 years of age or 
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EXTREME WARNING. This story contains descriptions of violence, snuff, 
eroto-cannibalism and sexual acts. Do not read if these subjects are 
likely to offend.

EXTREME WARNING. In no way do I condone any of the anti-social behavior 
described in the story. This is an erotic fantasy, not to be confused 
with reality.



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The Feast of Purim
By Grim Williams


Series One, Part Five



"Go and stand by the pool."

"Please, Guy. Don't do this thing."

Esther backed away from her older brother nervously. She had dressed in 
a green top and black shorts courtesy of one of their dams, and they 
were now ready to accompany Ruth to the butchery. The dams had been 
herded into a line; eight naked tits all strung out in a row, three 
brunettes, and one redhead.

Of course they were also now tagged, just as Esther was tagged. Guy had 
taken them from the cage one by one, and had laid them over his thighs, 
pinning them down, and then, spreading their legs, had mercilessly 
inserted one of his little devices into them, pushing it deep into 
their cunts.

It was a job he'd enjoyed doing. It had taken his mind from the 
awfulness of the task ahead of him. Especially the redhead, he'd 
enjoyed her. He'd left her until last, and then with the tag inside 
her, he'd turned her over, laid her on the floor, and holding her down, 
he'd taken her hard.

He'd enjoyed that; and she'd enjoyed it too, he thought. Of course 
she'd enjoyed it. She was Aquarian: that was the way they were made. 
Aquarian's always enjoy being fucked.

"Sister," he repeated with an icy bite. "Go, stand by the pool."

Esther wasn't looking so smug and haughty now, Guy observed with wry 
satisfaction. She was nervous, scared. He could read it in her eyes. 

Ruth stepped up to his side, taking his arm possessively within her 
own. She leaned against him demurely, pushing her long brown hair back 
from off her face. "Guy," she said softly, shifting from one bare foot 
to the other. "Give your sister a break. I'm sure it can't be easy, 
readjusting to being a dam."

"Fuck, easy," Guy snapped back, shaking off her arm. "She was born an 
Aquarian, she grew up and Aquarian, how can she ever be anything else? 
It's in her nature! It's what she is!" Then to Esther, anxious little 
Esther, he growled, more menacingly: "Get over by the fucking pool or 
I'll zap you. Do it, Esther. You know what I can if I have to. Now. Do 
it! Move!"

"Please, Guy," his young sister begged him again, beseeching him, 
pleading from the depths of her being.

She'd guessed as soon as Guy had tagged her what he was planning to do, 
but the thought was impossible to accept. He was going to sell her to 
the Butchery along with the others, betray her for a handful of 
shekels. After all these years, she was no more than a piece of meat to 
him, just one more dam.

That hurt. It really did.

She'd sat down on her own in a corner behind a wall and had balled her 
eyes out. She felt betrayed, humiliated, dishonored. He was going to 
sell her for money, as food. God. She didn't understand what she could 
possibly have done to deserve this, how she could have offended him so.

To be hunted down in the desert by strangers was one thing, but to be 
betrayed by her very own brother was quite another.

And yet, when she'd finished crying, with her emotions spent, when 
she'd had no more left to give, she'd come to an unshakable conclusion. 
She'd decided that, if this was what Guy wanted for her, if this really 
was what he thought was in her best interest, then she couldn't resist 
him. She couldn't fight. 

And so she'd bathed and perfumed. She'd washed her hair in the pool, 
allowing it to dry naturally to its great untidy spikes.

And she'd dressed. Just in case.
 
He was a man, her man. Despite all their teasing and taunting through 
the years, she'd spent her whole life listening to her older brother, 
following his direction. He was her life. So how could she fight him 
now? It was no more possible than her left hand stabbing the right.

She was prepared to go with him wherever he might take her, to be sold 
by him to the Butchery, if that were truly his desire. But was it? How 
could it be? After all they'd been through together, a lifetime of joys 
and challenges, how could it have come to this?

"Please Guy!" she begged for a final time, her palms coming together in 
prayer.

It was so unnecessary. It was so embarrassing: to be treated as of no 
account, to be ordered around as if she were the lowest of dams.

Did he have to take her dignity too? 

And yet even now, she couldn't fight him, couldn't curse him. Even with 
Ruth watching on, and their dams enjoying her humiliation, she couldn't 
do it. For she was Aquarian. It was in her, deep down, somewhere. 
Perhaps, he really did know best. She could feel the familiar twinges 
in her nipples and in her groin as he ordered her about. That, surely, 
was her Aquarian heritage. 

Anxiously, she twisted the material of her top into a tight knot, 
stretching it across her small little breasts.

His voice hardened. "You heard what I said, sis. Do I have to get 
nasty?

There were still a few women around, filling their jars with water. But 
it was now almost dark, and most had now gone their way back to their 
masters.

Esther trembled. She walked over and then stood self-consciously with 
her back to the pool, her hands by her sides. "I don't understand," she 
implored with wild agitation. "What have I done? How have I upset you? 
Why have you tagged me? Why?"

Guy turned towards his sister with a lascivious smile. "Esther," he 
said maliciously, remembering the way she used to be before she started 
wearing clothes. "I don't care any more what you do or don't 
understand. It isn't important. I don't even care overly much to look 
at you. After all, your body sucks."

The lie rankled and cut her deep inside. He knew that that it would. 
Her whole body drooped under the weight of the insult.

"What are you? How old?" he continued viciously, wrapping his arm 
around Ruth's lithe little waist and holding her tight. "Nineteen? But 
look at you! You've got the breasts of a twelve-year-old! They're so 
small you need a magnifying glass to see them!"

Esther's bottom lip was quivering with bewildered humiliation. Her 
fists were clenched tight. Why was he doing this? What reason could 
there be?

She watched enviously as he reached inside the gown of the young Virgo 
and cupped her breast with his free hand. She saw the surprise when his 
hand settled upon bare flesh. At once she realized that Ruth wasn't 
wearing the undergarment that had covered her bosom that morning.

Such jealousy she felt.

"Guy!" Ruth protested with firmness, removing his hand from inside her 
gown. Yet her expression told Esther that she was quietly delighted 
that he had discovered her surprise. "Guy. This isn't right. Poor 
Esther. This isn't fair."

Poor Esther.

"So let's see them!" Guy jeered, ignoring Ruth's rebuke. "Undress! Come 
on, you bitch! Take off your things. I want to see you naked. I want to 
compare you with the rest of my dams! Come on. We want a laugh!"

There were tears in Esther's eyes. "Guy! Please!"

"Come on. Get 'em off! Do it sexy. Do it now!"

Esther was very conscious of the tag and what it could do. She'd been 
told that it was the worst pain imaginable. Dams could easily be driven 
to the point of suicide simply through their Master playing with the 
settings on a tag. Her hands fingered the front of her shirt. She saw 
the dams, staring at her, sullen, gloating, and unsympathetic. God. The 
degradation she felt. She would soon be as naked as they were.

It made her tremble.

"Off, off, off," Guy chanted. Yet despite his outward cruelty, he was 
forcing the words across his lips. They didn't want to come. There were 
unseen tears pricking at the back of his eyes as he jeered her, but he 
hardened his heart to them. Affection and compassion were his enemies 
now. She wouldn't thank him for it; he was doing this for her.

Slowly, she undressed. She pulled off her cotton top, and then, self-
consciously, she unfastened and lowered her tight little shorts. Her 
bra came next, ill fitting, overly large - it never had been a good 
idea - and then her briefs: well worn, cotton, the deepest red.

She pulled them off, dropping the crimson undergarment onto the hard, 
solid soil near the water's edge and there she stood, shaking visibly, 
her hand shyly covering her pussy, with its thick spike of short black 
hair, and her arm drawn awkwardly across her breast.

God, Guy thought with a start, surveying her voyeuristically. Where the 
devil had this modesty sprung from? Esther had never been one to be 
coy. Was this simply a reaction to the wearing of clothes? She had 
changed! She had changed a lot. She would never have tried to cover 
herself like that in the old days. He recalled one or two of the 
countless times she'd stood and let him look at her, quite unashamed. 
He remembered her with the snake, smiling provocatively, with her legs 
parted and her puffy young cunt gaping open, while that hideous beast 
wrapped her in its coils, squeezing, tightening its grip, poking its 
long dry tongue into her most secret parts.

He was hurt, disappointed. She had changed. She had changed a lot.

But he would remind her of what she was, that she was nothing but a 
shitty Aquarian. She was nothing. Less than nothing. A nonbeing.

He placed his hand into his pocket, his fingers trembling, and touched 
the controller. He pressed it. This would teach her. This would be a 
lesson that she'd never forget.

The result was instantaneous. Immediately, she doubled over, her arms 
clutching her stomach, creased up in pain. "Oh God!" she gasped, 
sinking to her knees. 

Her focus jerked to infinity. "Shit. Oh, Shit!" 

Her hands held her belly, praying for the misery to cease. Her mouth 
was open, drawn into a prayer of silent anguish.

He zapped her again, doubling the wattage. 

"Ughh!" she grunted, collapsing into an inarticulate shaking jelly. It 
was as though someone had struck her with a hammer in the groin. She 
rolled around on the ground, sobbing, grinding tits and suffering pussy 
against the soil, a pitiable, degraded mess.

"St.. Stop! Stop it!" she finally managed to beg. "G... God. Please. 
F... For fuck's sake!"

"Guy!" Ruth interceded quietly, tugging at his arm, assuming the role 
of his frippery. "That's enough, Guy. Enough."

Guy ignored her, watching his little sister with quiet amusement. Her 
boyish little butt cheeks were quivering with her pain. Her legs were 
slightly spread. She wasn't concerned about modesty now. No, that had 
been quickly and easily forgotten, he observed wryly. Tags were created 
for Aquarians, and this tag was certainly bringing out the Aquarian in 
Esther.

"So who wants to be next?" he said harshly, turning to address his 
anxious dams. They stood in a line facing Esther, their heads all bowed 
impressively low, watching with a worried tremor in their own bellies, 
coming from deep within their cunts where their tags forever lingered. 

"Nobody?" Guy taunted, wandering along their line, fixing each in turn 
a steady glare. The one at the far end, one of the brunettes, began to 
weep uncontrollably. She was shaking with fear. Indeed, all four were 
frightened and shaking. 

"Then you'd better behave," Guy continued freely. "Hadn't you? Because 
this is just a little demonstration of what happens to those that upset 
me. Do you hear? Any little protests, then I will zap you." He paused, 
and then spoke directly to the brunette who was crying. Her face was 
red and blotchy. "If you don't keep up with me, then, again, I'll zap 
you." He began to walk back down the line. "If I don't like the 
expression on your face, same goes. You've seen me zap my own sister, 
Esther. I'm just itching to do the same to every one of you. Does 
everyone understand that? Is it clear?" 

No one answered. Instead they looked down at Esther, curled up now into 
a ball and moaning on the ground, twisting and turning in her efforts 
to escape the never-ending pain.

It was clear. They had learned the lesson. He wouldn't need to bind any 
of them. They wouldn't fuss or try to escape. They would follow his 
every command to the letter. Guy nodded to himself, satisfied. He 
touched the controller again in his pocket, releasing Esther from her 
agony.

It took several minutes for her to recover. And even then she was still 
quietly whimpering with a confused, humbled posture. She kept her head 
bowed, unable to look at anyone directly.

"Stand over there, with them," Guy said brutally when she was back on 
her feet, pointing at the dams. "And keep your hands at the back of 
your neck like the bitch you are. You're a lousy dam. Not a woman. A 
nobody. Never forget that."

Heaving with misery and despair, Esther dragged herself across to join 
the end of the line, sobbing quietly, wanting to hold herself where it 
still hurt, and yet too fearful to do it. She placed her hands 
reluctantly behind her head, at the base of her neck, clasping them 
together, her fingers entwined.

She was bewildered and confused, and yes, now somewhat embittered. She 
felt the beginnings of hate as poison in her belly. If only he would 
reach out and comfort her, then these feelings would evaporate in an 
instant. But he didn't. He couldn't.

"Okay, let's go," he said, addressing them all, but with his heart 
reaching out desperately towards his sister. Her breasts and her 
stomach were stained with dirt. Tears dripped from her chin and snot 
from her nose. He wanted to take her in his arms, to love her and then 
to fuck her. She was so incredibly sexy. His cock ached with lust. 

But he couldn't, he mustn't, he knew that. He must be strong: for 
Esther.

"You must never waste it," his mother had said, stroking his cock. "Not 
on your sister. Never on your sister."

Those words haunted him now.


End of Series One, Part Five
