The man's world of the Jamaica sugar cane plantation of 1825. A plantation owner besot with a fourteen-year-old boy slave. His fourteen-year-old son guided by an indoctrinated sixteen-year-old. A homosexual sex cult of studly and randy slaves on the mountain and their full-moon initiation ritual. And the biggest black bull independent slave of them all in heat for deflowering fourteen-year-olds. How could that stew of elements play out?
I called out "Hello?" and walked slowly forward. I felt like I was intruding. But I was dumbstruck by the vivid green walls of foliage that hemmed in the garden making it the most private feeling space in the whole of London. "Can I help you?" a girls voice behind me made me jump. I turned around. She was holding a garden fork firmly with both hands, the tines pointing nonchalantly towards me like she could strike out effortlessly if she needed to.
Peggy loved teasing her new 16 year old stepson. She would catch him looking down her blouse, and it was a great fantasy of hers to imagine fucking him. In one of her masturbation sessions she decided to teach him how to please a woman.
It is the late 1680s and King James II of England and Ireland and also James VII of Scotland, summons his Witchfinder General, Lord Ferdinando Briant from his Quarter Sessions' duties to Whitehall to investigate a case of Demonic Possession. He investigates but finds more to the case than he expected.