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He slices open a banana and peels it off her insides. He places it in her mouth. Then she sucks it, lapping at the fruit. At last she bites into the banana, which tastes exactly like the sort of mouth-watering mouth-water that Bambi would have had in her mouth if she could have. The bananas harden and stick to her and she starts to cry as she realizes what punishment she must endure. It is all too much for her, and she is soon reaching into the pocket of her jeans to relieve herself. Then the rain begins. It starts wet and violent, and she can feel it hitting her genitals, and she knows that it is from the rain. It begins to fall at a rapid rate, and Bambi starts to feel like she is going to burst if she doesn't get help. As the rain hits her and her vulva, she begins to disrobe. Her cloths begin to rain, as well, as the women stand by and watch. Almost as if a beacon gleams on a pitch-dark sky, the rain begins to stop and begins to fall slowly, rhythmically. The rhythm of the falling rain is exactly what Bambi needs. Water that needs to be purged, a way to purify her existence. The slightest evocation of the primal urges that gave rise to her tumultuous transformation into the goddess that she is. She longs to pure chaos, an end to the confusion of female purity.

She longs to an end result that will never be achieved simply by the written instructions of a frustrated lover. She longs for the void she seeks, and she knows that she can only obtain it by fulfilling her own desires. Bambi's sense of rhythm is uncanny. The low murmur of the water running in the crack of the thunder, the repeated thrusts of the water as it bounces against the rocks beneath, the endlessly repeating motion of the water as it laps at the surface. Her sense of rhythm is uncanny. As the water coursing through the rocks builds toward the summit, she feels the intense pressure created by the straining muscle of her abdomen. The constant straining, the incessant war of her pelvis against the rocks, is intensified as the water crashes down toward the earth beneath. The intensity builds until it becomes excruciating, until she no longer can move, until her arms and legs are on fire, until her heart becomes her greatest enemy, and the last remnant of her sanity. She is her highest and hardest desire. She wants the war to continue, her own war, despite her defeats. Her pride rises as the war continues, her pride in the strength she has. The battle rages on, ever closer and harder. The whimpers of the rocks and the howls of the water; the sounds of battle, a hundred times over. She feels her own war build, her pride in her prowess. Her climax hits, a war cry breaking off into a sob. She cannot move, sees streams of blood trickle out of her defeated areas.

War has quieted, the cries of the war have faded, as her ecstasy has faded away. She lays there, the war having faded, as she has no desire to hear it return to the battle. She thinks she can stay in this world, and the peace she longs for is just a dream, a memory trapped inside a fog. She knows the place she belongs to is deeper than the streetlamp she was standing on. She remembers her childhood, and even traces its arc through her past. Memories of bravery, of safe haven, a refuge from the bitter street. That which she does not wear, nor craves, a need. Memories of loving, and cherished friends, a war without end, unspeakable horrors, pure agony, terror beyond description. This place she calls home, her home, where war never dies, where her end justifies the means. Where the soul of the beast lives. She was only a few miles from the edge of civilization when she suddenly became aware of a stranger standing in her path. The stranger kept moving, out of sight, he had noticed her earlier but had stopped and was cowering, afraid. She decided she had better not make the same mistake again, or he would have her arrested. For the first time she felt afraid, and it took a great deal of courage for her to break the silence and say her name. She spoke quietly, "Mistress." He looked deeply into her eyes, like cold steel, and said, "It is a name I will have." And Bambi became afraid again. How could she have slipped into the dangerous temptations of this man, unprepared for her?.

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