P. Tango: Blog

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Mary sat on a weathered wooden bench in the park, her eyes unfocused and gazing into the distance. The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground, yet she felt a heaviness that dimmed the warmth of the day. She was in no rush to return home, especially after enduring her mother’s stern reprimand.

“Your own brother,” Samantha had shouted, her voice echoing with disbelief. “How could you?”

“It was a prank, Mom!” Mary had pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. “It was supposed to be funny.”

“Funny?” Samantha had retorted sharply, her eyes narrowing with disappointment. “Is humiliation funny? Is heartbreak funny? I’m not laughing! Your brother is not laughing! Nor your principal, nor your classmates, nobody in the whole school is laughing but you and that miserable coven of bitches!”

The memory of her mother's words lingered, heavy and unavoidable, like the ominous clouds gathering on the horizon.

After some time she rose to her feet, the wooden bench creaking as if to bid her farewell. She started to walk home. Her thoughts were a jumbled chorus—her mother's accusations, her brother's hurt expression, the bewildered faces of her classmates—each an echo that refused to fade. Again she cursed herself for her stupidity.

And now, she had to make a choice.

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"When we started this, we had no idea how it would ripple through your lives." Her gaze swept over all of them, finally resting on Mark with a look that was both apologetic and accusatory. "You've all felt its impact."

Celia's heart ached as she turned to Claire. "Claire, you're terrified that you'll never be able to stay faithful to a future husband after everything that's happened," she said, her voice full of sympathy and doubt. Claire nodded slowly, her face a canvas of shame and uncertainty.

"Melody can't even remember the encounters she had," Celia continued, her tone laced with concern and helplessness. "I'm no psychologist, but it seems like her mind is trying to protect her from the truth." She looked at Melody with a mixture of hope and despair, as if wishing that forgetting could really serve as a shield.

"I can remember John," Melody said quietly, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But no one else. It's frightening." She looked so small and vulnerable as she uttered those words, like a child afraid of the dark, desperate for someone to hold her hand. Claire reached out, pulling her cousin into a comforting embrace, as if to reassure her that she was not alone in this, that they were all stumbling through the same shadows together.

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It is already on my Patreon, will be uploaded here next week or so.

"Master..." she began softly.
Elias Blackwood had not earned his title by being inattentive or sluggish. He was keenly aware that his slave intended to exploit this seemingly unguarded moment to request something of him.
"Speak, slave," he commanded, his voice smooth but firm.
"May I make a request?" she inquired cautiously.
"You may ask, but I make no promises to grant it. What is it you desire?" he responded, arching an eyebrow with mild curiosity.
"It's about Clarence. I wish to request permission for one of the slaves to take his virginity," she stated, her eyes steady yet respectful.
A grin spread across Mr. Blackwood's face, entertained by the notion. "I would have thought he lost that long ago, especially given what we've heard about those foster homes," he mused, his amusement evident in his tone.
"He insists he's a virgin, and I believe him. That's precisely why I'm making this request," she explained, her voice carrying a note of sincerity.
With a subtle flick of his fingers, Anastasia instinctively began to pleasure him, her movements gentle and measured, ensuring not to push him over the edge but just enough to provide a soothing distraction while he pondered her request. Silence enveloped the room as he delved deep into thought, and his slaves knew well enough not to disturb his contemplation.
Finally, he turned his gaze towards Evelyn, his eyes steady and resolute. "Okay," he declared with a firm nod.
Evely's face lit up with a radiant smile, a wave of relief washing over her features. "Thank you, Master!" she exclaimed, her voice brimming with gratitude. "I'll instruct Kathy to..."
But he interrupted her with a decisive shake of his head. "No," he interjected. "Anastasia will handle it."

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