Mark Cisper--Author
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From: The Princess Slave: Mei's Song
Prologue
Soft music fills a darkened bedroom with guitar and piano. The only lighting in the room comes from a dozen candles spread out among the furniture. They come in many colors and are scented; filling the room with a mixture of pleasing and pleasurable aromas. On the bed all alone lays the peacefully sleeping form of an Asian princess. On purple satin sheets, the princess is nude with sweat glistening upon her body from the hot and humid summer night….
Mei Song isn’t really a princess but that is what she is called by the man that provides for her. She grew up as an orphan in China and was sold into sex slavery to a crime syndicate in a former republic of the Soviet Union at the age of 13. It was a life of human degradation of sex and money. Being passed onto man to man continually for various amounts of money and sometimes for days or months at a time to be used and many times abused savagely for the sexual deviance of her temporary owners. She sometimes went without food or sleep for weeks at a time.
This lasted until she was 16 when she was sold to a new owner who lived in New York City. Mei’s life was similar in New York as it had been in the Ukraine with being passed onto man to man; occasionally women for sexual pleasure. But unlike in the Ukraine, her owner was very protective of her and made sure that she was presented to the best of the best of the American societies. When there were issues of terrible abuses her American owner would send muscled men to beat a message into those he felt had taken their desires too far. In America, Mei finally knew what it was to get regular meals two or three times a day. She was also given plenty of time to rest in between her assignments.
This was Mei’s life until the age of 21 and she had grown accustomed to the lifestyle. She had been a starving orphan as a child. Then a hungry, scared, and much victimized with her life in the Ukraine. To a life of glamour and relative happiness she found in the high societies of New York City. It was at the age of 21 when the man which she had met when she had just turned 18 would change her life. A life which would lead to whole new heights of realities and possibilities which she could have never fathomed could even exist. It was a life she would have to learn to grow use to.
From: Wisdom Still Burns Deep
Ripples of Thought
Ripples of thought.
Present but undefined.
Frustration growing as
Desires dwell without satisfaction.
Bravery without fear is
Like rain without storms.
Sex without ecstasy is
Like death without decay.
Are you actually a coward
If you value life and peace?
Pain, loneliness, and sorrow
Are friends you can do without.
Women should be treasured more
Then all the money in the world.
Sanity cannot and will not ever
Be of any worth without insanity.
Beauty without knowledge
Of God is like pissing in the wind.
Can tomorrow be yesterday
And forever is never at all?
Disease can be the cure
When the cure is the disease.
Travel by standing still
And move full speed ahead.
Ripples of thought.
Present but undefined.
From: The Naked Pleasures of...
Excerpt from
Philosophical Love Making
She steps out of the bathroom, drenched in water and steam rising off of her bronze colored nakedness. She goes to her dresser and puts on see-through black lace panties onto her still wet naked body. Then she walks over to the bed with a pair of handcuffs and a key in her hand. As she climbs onto the bed she hands me the key. She lies down on her back and cuffs her hands to the bedpost. Then she smiles up at me as I gaze at her beautiful body.
I lay my hands onto her wet body and begin to caress and massage the entire length of her body. Between sighs and moans, she asked me this strange question, “Have you ever said stone words that have shattered the fabric of life?”
I stopped caressing her body and thought about this question. As I looked into her eyes and upon her glistening bronze body, I answered her this way: “Well yes, I do believe that I have. Everyone has said harsh things to someone in their life without regards to that person’s feelings and emotions.” Then I cupped her left breast and leaned in to kiss her.
When our lips depart, she said, “Come forward and let me satisfy your joy with my hungry lips.” I complied and came closer to her. She lifted up her head and took me into her soft moist lips. She lightly licked and kissed me. She slowly sucked me to readiness. When I was ready she pulled her lips away from me and asked me another strange question. “Will the world end, and if so, how will we go from this Earth?”
I looked down at her and slowly backed away from her to be able to clearly look into her eyes and answer: “Yes, the end of the world will come someday in the future. But I think we will have been long dead before that time arrives. How will the world meet its fate, it’s difficult to see. Perhaps, it will be by the wrath of God; or by man’s own hatred for one another with the weapons of mass destruction. Or maybe, but we will never know, by a hostile race of aliens from out in a far off galaxy somewhere. There’s no telling what will happen.” I then lean down and kiss her belly, then the nipples of her breasts, her forehead, and finally her lips....
From: When Dreams Are Murdered
Awakened From The Eternal Resting Place
White mans fears
Of the unknown and unexplainable.
They do not believe in the sacred lands
Of the Indian Nations.
They desecrate the holy ground
In which their dead warriors and chiefs sleep.
The white man desecrates the Indian holy ground
To expand their own white civilization
With no regard for the Indian beliefs.
The desecration of their holy land
Awakens the spirits of their dead,
Stripping them from their eternal resting place,
Leaving them stranded to walk among
Their desecrated holy land
And among the white men
Who have awakened them
From their eternal resting place.
Some of the spirits are peaceful toward the white invaders,
And walk among them silently sad and unknown.
Others are angered and walk among the whites
With spite, and vow vengeance toward the white intruders.
Haunting the building or park which is on the holy ground,
By causing problems, banging things violently,
Striking fear into the white intruders soul.
Unknown to them why this haunting is taking place.
As the angry spirits rage on in their haunting,
The insidious intruders become more and more frightened,
Making the white intruders stay away.
In time, the people hear the rumors
And they dare not enter that area
In fear of enraging the angry spirits.
For those who dare enter the holy haunted ground
Will be nearly frightened to death.
The angry spirits have the power to harm,
Yet the silent sad spirits may protect them
From the angry spirits harming the white intruders.
White man beware,
For desecrating the Indian holy ground
May have undeniable circumstances.
For the angry spirits are quite violent,
Yet take heed and pray that there are the silent sad spirits,
Who will protect the white intruders from being harmed.
Desecrating the Indian holy ground
Is the desecration of the Indian beliefs.
White man, dare not disturb the resting spirits,
To awaken the spirits from their eternal resting place
May have disturbing infractions on the white man.
Dare not awaken the spirits from their eternal resting place.
From: From the Ashes of a Murdered Dream
Twist of Fate
Desert winds blow the sand,
Stinging the lonely man’s skin
As if attacked by a swarm of hornets.
He protects his eyes,
So he doesn’t become blinded.
The man screams in lonesome agony.
The man’s skin is as red as blood
After the wind storm dies out.
Now he is exposed to the blazing sun,
Which is like a towering inferno.
His skin ruptures into sores
Where it blistered from the
Stings of the venomous stinging sands.
A milky liquid seeps out of
The blistered skin like blood,
But is milkier and thicker.
The man looks into the sky,
To see six Vultures circling overhead,
Waiting, just waiting for him
To fall to the ground and die.
So they may feast like barbarians
On the flesh and soul of this lonesome man,
Whom no one knows,
And no one loves,
And no one shall ever miss,
And no one cares if he lives or dies.
The man lifts up his arms
And stretches out his hands
As if to pray for strength,
And screams out in angry agony,
“God damn you, you blood thirsty animals!
To Hell with you scroungy scavengers,
You shall never taste my blood!
You shall never swallow my flesh!
I shall never give you the pleasure
Of devouring my soul!”
As the man finishes his raving
And drops his arms,
A sudden force to his legs
Grasps him as if hands
Bursts through the sand below,
And brings him down to his knees.
He falls forward, crashing down
Onto a rock, crushing his skull,
Instantly ending his life in a flash
Of pain, then darkness, and finally
Death and emptiness.
The Vultures deploy upon his body.
From: The Journey of the Soul
Meet Ecstasy
Sit down.
Have a drink.
Have a smoke.
Relax.
Stay awhile.
Let’s dine,
And have some wine.
Put your worries aside.
Just you and me.
How you feeling?
Feeling fine?
You look really hot.
Sexed up.
Ready to go.
Don’t go,
Stay the night
Here with me.
Oh yes, that’s it.
Let it go,
Don’t worry.
This is meant to be.
Tonight, you and me,
In the sights of ecstasy.
So smooth,
Let’s move.
Come on baby,
Let’s get in the groove.
Stripped naked.
No fear to show.
All is well,
This is meant to be.
Let it go,
Set it free.
Out of control.
Let’s go
Meet ecstasy.
Intense.
So hot.
Hard to see.
Come on,
Let’s go to the
Other side.
We’re here,
Let’s go
Meet ecstasy.
Almost there.
Can you feel it here?
Feel good.
Feel fine.
My God,
So divine.
We’re there.
Intense release.
Feel all at ease.
Taste me.
I taste you.
All is sweet,
When you finally
Meet ecstasy.
From: Tales from Inside The Lair
Excerpt from
Negotiation of a Partnership: Natalia
It was late in the month of September and Natalia Olesky entered the private residence of Howard Stephans within The Lair to see if Howard would accept her as his partner in the running of sex slaves; at least in the department of punishment and training. She wore a black leather dominatrix outfit that formed to her well toned and muscular body as if it were a second skin. She had been courting Howard for a partnership in operating The Lair since early August when she entered his strip club above, The Tycoon’s Pleasures to see her former adopted daughter as well as sex slave, Mei Song, perform under her adult film actress persona of Selena Kahn.
Natalia was a woman without a country since the President of Russia had her husband Boris Olesky terminated for tying to blackmail him over some abuses to another former slave of hers, Tatyana; who was also purchased away from her and Boris by Howard a few years back. She became a woman without a country after spending an unusual prison term of three months where she became the sexual plaything of Russia’s hardened criminals as well as political prisoners; not to mention the prison guards and warden.
After her prison term was concluded she became exiled and had been spending her time traveling the world and America. Everywhere she stayed for any extended time she engaged in trying to become a partner with sex slave owners. Unfortunately, no one was interested in becoming a partner with her with the exception of making her a slave in their ownership. So, she became a common prostitute in order to make money. She did not find this life to be overly objectionable because she truly did love and desire to have sexual encounters of every kind with men. In the end though, she lost interest because she got a wicked desire of inflicting pain upon the bodies of women that were sexual slaves.
She eventually found herself to New York City and working in a very popular and exclusive Sex Club which catered to all desires. In essence she was a very high priced prostitute who had men and women come to her for her to abuse however she pleased and then have sex with them. She had to admit that she enjoyed it on some levels but her clientele was mainly male and she didn’t enjoy torturing men; she relished in be fucked mindlessly by men. When it came to women she took wicked delights in torturing them. The one thing she despised about working at the Sex Club was that these men and women came to her at their own choosing; not because she owned them and could do as she pleased.
When it came to her continued hunt for partnering with someone that owned sex slaves she kept running into the same wall; they simply wanted slaves but the name of Howard Stephans kept being mentioned to her. Natalia was very familiar with Howard Stephans and was very reluctant to approach him due to how she remembered his demeanor when he came to the Ukraine and purchased his daughter Mei along with two other slaves, Tatyana and Oksana, soon after the debacle with Tatyana at the Kremlin.
It was in early September that she finally came to grips with the idea of approaching Howard Stephens regarding a partnership and possibly being reunited with her former adopted daughter and favorite former slave, Mei Song.
From: The Insane Poet
Someday Maybe
Can I resolve my past?
The loss of friends.
The denial of love in my life.
The death of my dream and
The pain that followed.
The never ending loneliness
And feelings of worthlessness,
Undesirability, unwanted, or unneeded.
Can I resolve my past,
To move on in the present?
My past must be resolved,
In order for me to
Go on with my life in the present.
To resolve the past will
Make the present more endurable.
To get through the present,
And to move on into the future.
Can I resolve my past?
Can I live in the present?
Can I move on into the future?
Someday maybe.
From: Marina's Cries
Prologue
Marina Sanchez was very happy that Federico Hernandez asked her to be his wife. Marina and Federico had met in 1916 while attending a college somewhere in northern California. She was studying music, painting, and literature while he had been studying business and farming. There had been a very strong attraction the very first time Federico had spoken to Marina.
Their relationship bloomed quickly and soon they both fell deeply in love with each other. However, Marina noticed that Federico could demonstrate a very frightening anger which seemed to her that anyone, including herself, could very well be in danger.
Yet, his proposal this evening made her so happy and excited that she put aside this one aspect that frightened her to the very core of her heart and soul. Instead, her eyes brightened with delight and swelled with tears as the sensual lips of her youthful mouth exploded into a radiant and huge smile.
“Yes.” She whispered at first and then a little louder with nearly uncontrollable happiness, “Yes, my darling Federico, I accept your proposal to share our lives together. You have made me so unbearably happy and I truly hope that I will give you the happiness you deserve with a big family.”
***
Marina’s biggest love was to write poetry, and when Federico dropped her off at her home, she immediately went upstairs to the writing desk in her bedroom. She was so happy and excited by Federico’s proposal, she was nearly breathless with anticipation to write about her joy over the engagement and the dreams that she hoped and prayed to share with Federico. With tears of joyous elation she sat behind her desk with a pen and her journal to write:
My body is tingling all over.
From my head to my toes.
My stomach is doing somersaults.
I find it so difficult to breathe
And think at the same time.
The golden band covered
With infant diamonds glimmers
From the ring finger of my left hand.
My darling, loving man
Of bronze strength emblazoned
Around a heart that generates quiet
Tenderness and passionate compassion.
It was the most breath taking moment
Of my entire young life.
When he slipped the ring upon my finger,
The fires of desires erupted from deeply within me.
His words and voice was so warm and
Soothing as he requested that
I take his hand in marriage.
My heart, soul, mind, and body
Swooned like a sickness overtaking my senses.
The purest of joy and elation flowed
Form my soul as I wrapped my arms around
His strong neck and sought his lips
To his for a passion filled inflamed kissed.
My only response when our lips parted
Was a joyously singing ‘yes.’
From: The Procession of Pain
Prologue