EPILOGUE
The Howl Reports November 12th, 2003
Some of the more astute readers may have noticed a large chunk of my web site
and blog are missing (Namely, everything). Over the past few days, I have
received repeated "visits" from our good friends the feds as they continued
their "discovery process" (I'm not allowed to call it ransacking or pillaging)
in my house.
What does this mean for the Howl Reports? Well, it means that all of my
hard-earned evidence has now been placed in the loving care of our friendly
neighborhood spooks, and I've been "advised" that "taking a vacation" from the
net might be a good idea.
Now I know some of you may think that I should fight this, and believe me I am,
but it's a lot easier to fight the way I am now, rather than as a "guest" at
their "tea house" if you get my drift.
A parting tidbit of news: You may want to check out any of the major Texas
newspapers from the 4th. You might discover that a certain woman was "retired"
at 9:00 the night previous. I had the privilege of entertaining her at my home a
few months ago as she worked on her term paper about a conspiracy where fake
intelligence would be passed on to unsuspecting girls, who would then be
arrested and executed for treason. Many of my loyal readers know what happens
after that, but alas, I am not allowed to talk about that anymore.
Still, a bit strange that she'd suddenly be "executed" for treason not 2 months
later, isn't it?
Well, I'm off now, on a long "vacation". For you feds, you may have knocked
this dog out of the race, but there will be plenty more after me.
- Martin Howl
Jenny twitched and moaned as the tubes were removed. The milking always made
her nipples very sensitive. Master rubbed them lightly with his calloused
fingers. Jenny moaned and squirmed in her imprisoning frame.
SMACK! on her tender breasts. The jolt ran up and down her spine and overloaded
her senses.
"Enough of that, princess, it's time for your punishment."
Jenny let out a low moan into her gag, drool stretching down to a rather large
pool in the capture pan below.
"I think I'll use the paddle today. You look really sexy with a red ass."
She heard him walk around and pick something up. He then walked some more.
The anticipation was the worst part, and he knew that. She tensed her muscles,
waiting for the blow, then released. Still nothing. He always seemed to know
the point where she was at her weakest...
WHACK!
Stars erupted as she let loose a scream that quickly turned her to jelly.
WHACK!
Pain! Pain that was just as intense as day one.
WHACK!
She sobbed into her gag, making unintelligible begging noises. He paused.
Would he relent this time? He always did this to make her torment all the
worse...
WHACK!
She shrieked at the top of her lungs and collapsed against the frame.
Something beeped.
"What?" came his irritated voice.
"I'm busy now!"
A short silence. "Goddammit." under his breath.
"Fine. I'll be right there."
She felt his rough hands against her burning flesh.
"I'll be back to finish you later, Jenny."
His fingers dug deep into her cheeks.
"Then I'm gonna fuck this three ways from Sunday."
The boots strode off, leaving her alone with her pain.
She'd had her one-year anniversary a while ago. He'd given her a
double-beating, and placed a cake with one big candle under her breasts The
burning had been excruciatingly painful. It was impossible to tell the time
beyond that. Only milking after milking, and then the beatings.
She pulled against the frame, but it held her as it always did, naked, alone
and, helpless, to be used and violated by any man who came in.
She smiled slightly behind her gag. There's no place like home.
