Burroughs like Google Translation
I was silently impressed with the literary quality of this Google translation of a X Hamster story came out like prime Nova Express era William Burroughs not sure who can assert Authors rights here I feel pretty positive that this is nothing like the Authors intent or choice of vocabulary.
"***** greets the presents with a nod and then takes over me. There is no other way to describe his attitude. Agile, overwhelming while delicate, proceeds to execute on my body a complicated mooring. Dance. Black strings His huge hands fly without touching me. A thousand luminous insects enter through my pores. They march forming large battalions towards my slimy hole. The proximity of his body suffocates me. Its smell unleashes a fire in my guts. The strings are alive. My mouth fills with saliva.
Panting.
Soon I am immobilized.
My hair, gathered at the top of the neck, forms a loop that points to the ceiling. The neck, connected to my left ankle, forces my body to trace a kind of arch. The right thigh projects and fuses solidly to my ribs. A dense net envelops my torso, drawing geometric figures; my breasts, fenced, propelled, tremble. A rope crosses my belly and sinks into sex; It forms a knot that coincides with my anus and climbs up the back bifurcating around the neck. From the nipples depart fine twines that are knotted to my tongue. The act of swallowing causes an unbearable, tasty pull. The slightest movement of the head tightens the rope that crosses my belly and makes it sink into my pussy and that the knot strategically placed above the anus strives to enter.Something, small snakes, They clutch the lips of the vulva and pull them in opposite directions, opening it. The snakes encircle the thighs and go to be fixed between my teeth. When I move my jaw, the snakes pull my vaginal lips. The pain, but it is not pain, it is so delicious that I am afraid of failing. I am in your mouth. You chew me, triturn me, salute me, swallow me, digest me, excrete me! to have been swallowed by a living organism that immobilizes me in its entrails and begins the process of digesting me. Your gastric fluids me enchumban, eaten me. I feel an orgasm begins to rise from the bottomless abyss in which inhabit the orgasms. I am a lioness in the suffocating savanna: the raised hindquarters, the grass burned between my fangs, against the nose, the claws nailed to the ground. A heavy male pierces me. I am a zealous shark: dozens of males fight over boring me. The eyes like remote planets, the skin lacerated, the body crushed against the sand. The Submisses tune a pulley on the thick beam that crosses the roof. It subtends the color of their handkerchiefs, the foreshortening of the arms is crowned by snow hands. The snow of the hands melts on contact with the steel of the pulley. The beam is of blackened wood and ripples like the tail of a dragon, scaly and boiling. An overwhelming force propels my head up. My eyes do not fit in the orbits. Tears, tears. Incandescence The air that reaches my lungs burns. Centimeter by centimeter I rise. The skin of my head becomes a growing ardor. In a burning ocean. I press my mouth to not let out a scream. Pins on the nipples, bite on the vulva. Electric shocks in the anus. I hang my hair. I'm in the boat that crosses the lake. The boatman nails the oar in the mirror of the waters. The oar is a black phallus, the sky is creamy, the porous fog and the surface of the lake a pink vagina in which the black phallus sinks. Liqueurs oozes the vagina. I want to drink, I want to drink! The trees murmur a c***dish chant. Everything happens inside a hiratakuwagata.I have in the mouth its leathery flavor.Afterwards, the pressure on the scalp somewhat subsides, I put my free foot on the ground, but only a moment: the torso and the hips are detached again from the platform. The leg that is not tied to the body rises. I'm suspended more than a meter from the ground. I form an arch. All the strings are tensed; For a moment, I am convinced that my humanity is going to explode, to split into a thousand throbbing pieces. Master pieces will fall on the platform. Master will devour the most exquisite pieces, before exhorting his guests to share such delicious delicacy. Dismember me, eat me !, my body cries. The shadows take over the room. Except for a small reflector that illuminates me .Read the orgasm.No hidden: whining, moan, bramo. I show my teeth like a horse being examined at an auction. It is not my voice that makes its way through the thick fog that envelops me, it is a tear of a wolf in heat, of a penetrated mare. A scream of a creature in perfect communion with its vastness. I try, at the same time, to remain immobile. I sense that is important for my Master. I feel Master ***** beating inside my head like an undifferentiable presence of myself. We are the same liquid, chemical discharges, electricity, sunrises. I do not hear it, but I know what it wants. He, on the other hand, knows me as if I had left his womb. A murmur of admiration flows from those present. My forehead points to the ceiling, I can not see them, but I can feel that they have approached to contemplate the work of Master *****. A mixture of sexual excitement and aesthetics, a musical harmony fills the environment. I can feel it with absolute clarity. Penetrates into my throat like a red-hot tree. It runs through my intestines like the ringing of a thousand-year-old bell. All are grouped around my deployed body as a design artifact, as a fabulous sculpture, as the product of a miraculous and forbidden skill. As a mythological door. Like a bird of fire. The Japanese exchange phrases in their language. I also listen to words in Spanish, in Catalan. Nobody touches me. Their voices caress my soul. I want to be the tiles they step on, the light that shines on them, the cushions on which they sit, the air that enters their lungs. My sex spits on the platform. What do I feel? Innocence. the Goddess of Innocence. "
"***** greets the presents with a nod and then takes over me. There is no other way to describe his attitude. Agile, overwhelming while delicate, proceeds to execute on my body a complicated mooring. Dance. Black strings His huge hands fly without touching me. A thousand luminous insects enter through my pores. They march forming large battalions towards my slimy hole. The proximity of his body suffocates me. Its smell unleashes a fire in my guts. The strings are alive. My mouth fills with saliva.
Panting.
Soon I am immobilized.
My hair, gathered at the top of the neck, forms a loop that points to the ceiling. The neck, connected to my left ankle, forces my body to trace a kind of arch. The right thigh projects and fuses solidly to my ribs. A dense net envelops my torso, drawing geometric figures; my breasts, fenced, propelled, tremble. A rope crosses my belly and sinks into sex; It forms a knot that coincides with my anus and climbs up the back bifurcating around the neck. From the nipples depart fine twines that are knotted to my tongue. The act of swallowing causes an unbearable, tasty pull. The slightest movement of the head tightens the rope that crosses my belly and makes it sink into my pussy and that the knot strategically placed above the anus strives to enter.Something, small snakes, They clutch the lips of the vulva and pull them in opposite directions, opening it. The snakes encircle the thighs and go to be fixed between my teeth. When I move my jaw, the snakes pull my vaginal lips. The pain, but it is not pain, it is so delicious that I am afraid of failing. I am in your mouth. You chew me, triturn me, salute me, swallow me, digest me, excrete me! to have been swallowed by a living organism that immobilizes me in its entrails and begins the process of digesting me. Your gastric fluids me enchumban, eaten me. I feel an orgasm begins to rise from the bottomless abyss in which inhabit the orgasms. I am a lioness in the suffocating savanna: the raised hindquarters, the grass burned between my fangs, against the nose, the claws nailed to the ground. A heavy male pierces me. I am a zealous shark: dozens of males fight over boring me. The eyes like remote planets, the skin lacerated, the body crushed against the sand. The Submisses tune a pulley on the thick beam that crosses the roof. It subtends the color of their handkerchiefs, the foreshortening of the arms is crowned by snow hands. The snow of the hands melts on contact with the steel of the pulley. The beam is of blackened wood and ripples like the tail of a dragon, scaly and boiling. An overwhelming force propels my head up. My eyes do not fit in the orbits. Tears, tears. Incandescence The air that reaches my lungs burns. Centimeter by centimeter I rise. The skin of my head becomes a growing ardor. In a burning ocean. I press my mouth to not let out a scream. Pins on the nipples, bite on the vulva. Electric shocks in the anus. I hang my hair. I'm in the boat that crosses the lake. The boatman nails the oar in the mirror of the waters. The oar is a black phallus, the sky is creamy, the porous fog and the surface of the lake a pink vagina in which the black phallus sinks. Liqueurs oozes the vagina. I want to drink, I want to drink! The trees murmur a c***dish chant. Everything happens inside a hiratakuwagata.I have in the mouth its leathery flavor.Afterwards, the pressure on the scalp somewhat subsides, I put my free foot on the ground, but only a moment: the torso and the hips are detached again from the platform. The leg that is not tied to the body rises. I'm suspended more than a meter from the ground. I form an arch. All the strings are tensed; For a moment, I am convinced that my humanity is going to explode, to split into a thousand throbbing pieces. Master pieces will fall on the platform. Master will devour the most exquisite pieces, before exhorting his guests to share such delicious delicacy. Dismember me, eat me !, my body cries. The shadows take over the room. Except for a small reflector that illuminates me .Read the orgasm.No hidden: whining, moan, bramo. I show my teeth like a horse being examined at an auction. It is not my voice that makes its way through the thick fog that envelops me, it is a tear of a wolf in heat, of a penetrated mare. A scream of a creature in perfect communion with its vastness. I try, at the same time, to remain immobile. I sense that is important for my Master. I feel Master ***** beating inside my head like an undifferentiable presence of myself. We are the same liquid, chemical discharges, electricity, sunrises. I do not hear it, but I know what it wants. He, on the other hand, knows me as if I had left his womb. A murmur of admiration flows from those present. My forehead points to the ceiling, I can not see them, but I can feel that they have approached to contemplate the work of Master *****. A mixture of sexual excitement and aesthetics, a musical harmony fills the environment. I can feel it with absolute clarity. Penetrates into my throat like a red-hot tree. It runs through my intestines like the ringing of a thousand-year-old bell. All are grouped around my deployed body as a design artifact, as a fabulous sculpture, as the product of a miraculous and forbidden skill. As a mythological door. Like a bird of fire. The Japanese exchange phrases in their language. I also listen to words in Spanish, in Catalan. Nobody touches me. Their voices caress my soul. I want to be the tiles they step on, the light that shines on them, the cushions on which they sit, the air that enters their lungs. My sex spits on the platform. What do I feel? Innocence. the Goddess of Innocence. "
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