Euryleia's whack at project 'hope'.

Euryleia,
I know you want to get into the character building assignments but just a quick sidebar before we go there.

As mentioned earlier There once was an author named Hope who's stories have been expunged from the library. Some fool tried to write about her career, http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/w...p?storyid=3293 but he assumed her writings would still be available.
One of her stories has invited much speculation over the years, this is all we know about it. it was called...

The Pirates of Baskerville Author: Hope


Story Codes: M/f M+/f Bestiality/f D/s slavery bondage historical humiliation torture Extreme violence

Size: 25 kb

Added on: April 19, 2005

Total 6483 readers

This month 6483 readers

Synopsis: Samantha, a professional dog sitter takes her hounds out for an evening stroll on the Scottish moors where they are surprised by a randy band of landlocked pirates.

Now I know the Crescent City was once a haven for pirates so I though maybe you would be the one to finally rebuild this tale.

Some reviews are still remembered which may help you with the tenor of the project.

Reviewer: SlaveSally (Edit) Rating 7 April 24,2005

I laughed, I cried, I peed my pants. This is a hilarious spoof for the fun at heart. If you're down in the dumps it's a must read.(7/10)

Reviewer: Dapper Dan(Edit) Rating 8 April 22,2005

What an incredible improvement over your last offering. I could read this one all the way through. Quite an imaginative story line. While I'm not really well versed in animal play I don't think you can do that with a parrot, still all in all a fun read. (8/10)


Reviewer: Mixmess(Edit) Rating 8 April 20,2005

More funny than really erotic but an enjoyable read none the less. (8/10)

Reviewer: Amber(Edit) Rating 2 April 20,2005

Yuck! I mean I'm pretty open-minded I can understand the dogs and if they don't mind why should I. But what kind of sick degenerate would do that to an innocent parrot. You disgust me (2/10)

So have at it if you want , if the subject matter gives yoiu qualms you can try to rebuild any of Hope's other offerings, but I did want to find out what happened to the parrot... argh.

Good luck
Mad Lews

Wow, seeing this assignment pop up again makes me remember how slow I'm progressing through Level Four. As I recall, I kind of missed the boat on the assignment.

Remember: You're trying to recreate how Hope wrote the story!

Razor,
You didn't miss the boat, you got through with your writing voice intact and hopefully learned something, what more do you need to call it a success?
Mad

That's a sadistic assignment. :)

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Originally Posted by Mad Lews

Euryleia,
I know you want to get into the character building assignments but just a quick sidebar before we go there.

As mentioned earlier There once was an author named Hope who's stories have been expunged from the library. Some fool tried to write about her career, http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/w...p?storyid=3293 but he assumed her writings would still be available.
One of her stories has invited much speculation over the years, this is all we know about it. it was called...

The Pirates of Baskerville Author: Hope


Story Codes: M/f M+/f Bestiality/f D/s slavery bondage historical humiliation torture Extreme violence

Size: 25 kb

Added on: April 19, 2005

Total 6483 readers

This month 6483 readers

Synopsis: Samantha, a professional dog sitter takes her hounds out for an evening stroll on the Scottish moors where they are surprised by a randy band of landlocked pirates.

Now I know the Crescent City was once a haven for pirates so I though maybe you would be the one to finally rebuild this tale.

Some reviews are still remembered which may help you with the tenor of the project.

Reviewer: SlaveSally (Edit) Rating 7 April 24,2005

I laughed, I cried, I peed my pants. This is a hilarious spoof for the fun at heart. If you're down in the dumps it's a must read.(7/10)

Reviewer: Dapper Dan(Edit) Rating 8 April 22,2005

What an incredible improvement over your last offering. I could read this one all the way through. Quite an imaginative story line. While I'm not really well versed in animal play I don't think you can do that with a parrot, still all in all a fun read. (8/10)


Reviewer: Mixmess(Edit) Rating 8 April 20,2005

More funny than really erotic but an enjoyable read none the less. (8/10)

Reviewer: Amber(Edit) Rating 2 April 20,2005

Yuck! I mean I'm pretty open-minded I can understand the dogs and if they don't mind why should I. But what kind of sick degenerate would do that to an innocent parrot. You disgust me (2/10)

So have at it if you want , if the subject matter gives yoiu qualms you can try to rebuild any of Hope's other offerings, but I did want to find out what happened to the parrot... argh.

Good luck
Mad Lews

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Moi? Sadistic??
Well maybe a little but only among good friends.
This is a simple POV exercise.
One need only write as a struggling neophyte whose earnest attempts at storytelling are deemed humorous by the jaded readers on this site.
That and come up with an answer as to what happened to the poor parrot.
sounds pretty simple actually, but if done well you can earn extra green stamps.
Of course if you're asking for a chance to try it Nikita you can always drop me an IM
Yours
Mad

Hey, Mad Lews, et al. I tried to find more of this seminal example of Hope’s work through an in depth search of the library archives. Unfortunately, with the move to the new server, most of the remaining story files were corrupted. It was impossible to recover any intelligible record of the Pirates of Baskerville.

However, I did a Google search and was lucky to get a few thousand hits. While most were just discussions of her egregious spelling errors and debates about the social utility of pornography, there was one exception. It seems that an excerpt is being used by PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) in their fundraising materials. I found that they were using the famous parrot scene that you mentioned. I’ve taken the liberty of reposting it here.

I do believe that they might have done some editing to the work, as it seems to be of higher quality than other things of hers that I have read. In any event, it is quite an extraordinary piece of writing.

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Samantha lay there, pinned to the ground by a pirate kneeling on her shoulders. She could hear the whimpering of the dogs from across the clearing where they had been tied to a rotten log. There were pirates on either side of her, holding her arms down and her legs open. Her clothes were in tatters and her nipples were diamond hard from the cold and her fear.

Her heart pounded erratically in her chest as she fought her captors. Samantha’s struggle for release was fruitless but her undulations against the soft turf of the moor was arousing to watch. She could see the cock of the man holding her shoulders straining at the cloth of his trousers.

Thump, scrape. Thump, scrape. Thump, scrape.

The tableau froze at the approaching sound.

Thump, scrape. Thump, scrape. Thump, scrape.

“Well, well, well. What have we here, me mateys?”

Frightened by the gravelly voice, Samantha peered past the bulge of man-meat to see a frightening sight standing between her wide spread legs.

A wild haired man, with arms akimbo, stared down at her. His filthy gray beard hung in tangled curls nearly to his waist. The green parrot on his shoulder bobbed its head and squawked, “Awk! Wanna screw that!”

“Please, please,” she begged. “I’ll do anything. Just let me go.”

“Anything, wench? Argh, that’s what I like to hear.” A deep laugh rumbled from his barrel chest. “Me boys and me, we were hoping for a wee bit of fun.”

Futilely, she tried to pull her limbs free. “This isn’t fun for me.”

“Oh, that’s because we haven’t started yet.” The pirate Captain stroked his beard. “Me thinks it’s Waldo’s turn to go first.”

“W…Waldo?”

The Captain waved at the parrot on his shoulder. “Aye, wench. Waldo is me parrot.”

“Wha…what is the parrot going to do?”

“Make sweet love to ya, of course.”

“That’s impossible.”

“You impugning me parrot’s virility?”

“What? No…but that’s insane!”

“What’s insane about not wanting sloppy seconds?” The Captain lightly fluffed the bird’s chest plumage. “Those less well endowed deserve a tight cunt, too, ya know.”

The bird squawked, “Waldo wanna fuck. Waldo wanna fuck.” Taking off from its perch on the man’s shoulder, the bird flew down and landed on the ground between her legs. With a little hop, it landed on her mons and plucked at her pubic hair with its sharp claws.

Samantha lifted her head and looked from the parrot to the pirate captain. “Get it away from me,” she cried.

Gripping her inner thighs with her talons, the bird squawked angrily. Its black eyes glittered in the low phosphorus glow of the swamp. Opening its wings to the full span, the bird flapped once and called out, “Shut up, slut!”

Jerking her hips, Samantha attempted to dislodge the creature.

With a squawk, it lunged forward and grabbed her clitoris in its beak.

Samantha shrieked in pain.

“I’d be staying quite still, if I were you. Parrots can crush walnut shells in their beaks. I’m sure ya don’t want to see the damage Waldo can do to yer love button.”

“Ouch! Please, make him let go.”

“Ask him yerself.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sure if you begged Waldo nicely, he might listen to yer plea.”

“Beg a bird?”

“Aye. Tell him you’ll want him to take yer virginity.”

“But I’m not a virgin!”

“So, you’ve had avian sex before?”

“Of course not!”

“Then, yer a virgin to Waldo here.”

For a moment, Samantha debated with herself. How could she debase herself so? When the bird adjusted it’s stance and bit even harder, she broke and started to beg. “Please, Waldo. Be gentle. Don’t hurt me and I’ll …” she gulped. “I’ll let you take my cherry.”

“Aye, that’ll be the ticket. See, Waldo likes his sluts to be willing.”

The bird released her clit and she almost sobbed in relief. Her joy was short lived as the bird moved into position between her legs. Flapping its wings, it squawked several times as its body rocked against her labia.

The feel of the feathers felt good as they rubbed on her tender clit. Still throbbing from the bite, Samantha could feel herself getting close to climax. Before she came, though, she felt a hot pulse against her vaginal opening.

She wept as the bird gave a final squawk and flew up to perch on the Captain’s shoulder. She was not as bothered by the bird fucking as she had feared. Instead, she was upset that she was not given enough stimulation to orgasm.

“Now, wench, thank Waldo.”

Swallowing back the bile that rose in her throat, Samantha whispered, “Thank you for the gift of your spending.”

“Good girl. Now, it’s my turn,” the Captain said as his hand went to his belt buckle.

Samantha nearly fainted as the large man’s pants dropped to his ankles.

*****

I’m afraid that is all that I could find of the story. Hope that it is enough to whet your appetite. Perhaps the resurgence of interest in her work will cause others to find copies on their personal hard drives and induce them to repost them in the interest of the public good.

I’m glad to see you throw yourself into this project Euryleia,
your efforts are inspiring. The internet is a wonderful research tool but should be approached with some caution. The sad truth is anyone can post anything, I mean even I’ve got things posted on line.
So let’s do some fact checking.
PETA has a well-known penchant for using prurient material to entice donors, so the excerpt you found probably did come from them. They also are single minded in the pursuit of their cause and would have little regard for literary accuracy. We also know that Hope was the target of both ALF (Animal Liberation Front) and AARF (Army of the Animal Resistance Force) activists. These two groups, having been frustrated in their attempts to run Hope to ground, would have no qualms about using her written word for their own profit. As you mentioned what appears in the fund raising material has probably been manipulate by PETA propagandist. Knowing all that lets review the purported fragment of Hope’s story.

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Originally Posted by Hope

“Samantha’s struggle for release was fruitless but her undulations against the soft turf of the moor was arousing to watch.”

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The use of was for were is exactly the type grammar error which might have earned Hope a few swats.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Hope

“ “A wild haired man, with arms akimbo, stared down at her.”

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It is doubtful ‘akimbo’ was part of Hopes vocabulary at the time, this was probably something added by PETA or AARF publicists.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Hope

“ “Gripping her inner thighs with her talons, the bird squawked angrily.”

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Now that’s a puzzler.
Hope had few problems keeping genders straight so the error must have come from the transcription. But for what reason? You see both PETA and AARF propagandist are very single minded and rarely make an unintentional mistake. While we may never know the whole story I suspect the change in avian gender was a coded message to field agents. I do hope Hope is still safely hidden on Dan’s ranch down in Dry Springs Station, New South Wales (please don't tell anyone).
In summary this is a tantalizing bit of history, probably corrupted by fanatics , but perhaps the best indication of where Hope’s story was leading.
Thank you for the effort.

Mad Lews