1. Memento Mori


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Taboo, Author: spermanator4, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    somewhat ominously. &#034Goodbye for now Kaj. Fate will bring us together again. Hopefully hope is indeed on your side.&#034 Chapter 3 I can't sl**p when I think about the times we're living in, I can't sl**p when I think about the future I was born into, Outsiders dressed up like Sunday morning, With no Berlin wall what the hell you gonna do. -Yeasayer Martin Gortner. Martin Gortner. I have to remember: Martin Gortner. Dr. Witten provided the name of one of the few, one of the very few open Whites. I need to talk to him. I know this is what I must do to begin the next leg of my journey. I can not tell you how but I know. I know it in my bones. ... I see a large man standing under an awning in the far end of a closed alley. As I get closer, I begin to see the size of the man. His frame is enormous, making my slim frame look sickly by comparison. &#034Are you Martin?&#034 &#034Who's asking?&#034 &#034My name is Kaj. I was told by Mary's acquaintance, Dr. Witten, that I could find you here.&#034 &#034What do you want?&#034 &#034I don't know exactly. I thought maybe you could tell me. Dr. Witten told me about the Whites. He mentioned the &#034Reds&#034 but didn't elaborate. I am looking for the Grail. I expect you have information that can help me.&#034 &#034So you just show up with nothing expecting to be given information? And you're looking for the Grail? You might as well be looking for Santa Claus. No such thing, idiot. You better leave if you know what's good for ...
    you.&#034 The man stands straight at me like an impenetrable wall. &#034I'm not leaving. You can beat me to a bl**dy pulp, but I'm not leaving until I get what's owed me.&#034 &#034Owed? Excuse me? I do not *owe* you a damned thing. I've never met you. You show up at *my* place and threaten me?&#034 &#034I'm not threatening. I just want information. I was told you had some.&#034 &#034You're an odd one,&#034 he said, eyeing me askance. &#034So then I am.&#034 &#034OK,&#034 he gave in, &#034I can tell you a little. But I must warn you first: You are better off not knowing this information. It is a liability to me, and it will it be for you too. Do you still wish to proceed?&#034 &#034Yes.&#034 Zero hesitation. &#034Operation Red Sulphur. That's what it was called.&#034 &#034CIA?&#034 I guess and Martin laughs. How quickly he's gone from tough-guy-act to helping-hand. How did I do that? I must remember. &#034No. The agency without a name. Think of it as the shadow government's CIA. The experiment was one of eugenics. Or dysgenics, depending on who you ask and when you ask them. They were breeding the most aggressive humans for centuries. Something about soldiers, perfect soldiers. But as Russian fox breeders could have told you, when you breed an a****l for one trait, the product winds up having unintentional traits on top of the ones you were breeding for.&#034 &#034Like what?&#034 &#034Well, for the first few centuries, the Reds just became more and more aggressive, like they were ...
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