A Simple Life: Inquisition (Patreon)

Just a silly little chapter written specially for the morality police official who will inevitably search here for wrongthink.  And a fine, good, and glorious day it will be when that happens!  It is a good thing to limit legal art, creativity and expression being shared between consenting adults.  It is good to protect the vulnerable minds of adult patrons from fictional sin.  See no evil, read no evil, eliminate all evil.  The annoying thing about artistic freedom is that it is just too free!  I, for one, welcome the updated content policy and very much look forward to the next and the next and the next.  Long live Patreon!  ✊

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Black.

From the expanse of endless dark a perfect circle of white light shines down from above.

Winona Crow!  Step forward.

From the darkness she steps into the center of the circle, squinting against the glaring spotlight.

“Where am I?  What’s happening?”

I am asking the questions here!

“Did I die or something?”

SILENCE!

She startles at the voice that boomed from everywhere at once.

First Question: What is your age?

“Why do you…?”

Answer me!

“24!  Geez.  Chill, bro.”

Second Qustion: Do you consent to the sexual acts you have had or will have with your boyfriend Avery Beckett?

“What the fu…!?”

ANSWER!

“Yes!  Obviously.”

You must say it.  

“This is weird dude.”

Say it now.

She rolls her eyes.  “I, Winona Crow, hereby give my consent to any sexual acts performed with my boyfriend Avery Beckett.”

Third Question: In your role as Avery’s Domme you had him call you Mommy and Daddy.  Are you, in fact, one of Avery’s biological parents or his legal guardian?

A hot blush rises across her cheeks.  “How in the hell do you know about…?”

ANSWER!

“NO!  Fuck!  No.  It was a bdsm thing.”  She scowls.  “Is it a sin for consenting adults to get a bit kinky once in a while?”

Yes.  It is.  Avery Beckett!  Step forward.

“Avery’s here!?”  Winona spins around searching the darkness in a futile attempt to see into it.  “Where are ya, Sprout?”  Seeing nothing she raises a fist skyward.  “If you touch a single fucking hair on his…”  She disappears in a puff of smoke.

That is enough of that.  Avery Beckett.  Step forward.

Timidly Avery steps to the edge of the lit circle, his hands clutched to his chest and his wide blue eyes expressing the terror and confusion inside of him.  In a small yet brave voice he says.  “Wh-Wh-What d-d-did you do with W-Winona?”

She is safely at home.  Answer my questions and you will join her.

He nods.  “Y-Yes, Sir.”

Good boy.

“Um…”

What is it?

“I, um…I d-don’t consent to b-being called a g-g-good boy by you.  Whoever you are.”

You don’t…?  Shit.  Er, fuck!  Sorry.  Won’t happen again.

“Thank you.”

Ahem!  What is your age?

“23, Sir.”

Right.  Do you consent to the sexual acts you have had or will have with your girlfriend Winona Crow?

He smiles and nods.  “Oh yes!  Yes, Sir.  V-Very much so.”

Say it officially.

“I, Avery Becket, hereby give my consent to any sexual acts performed with my girlfriend Winona Crow.”

Including scenes while in bondage or otherwise restrained?

“Yep!  I super d-duper consent, Sir.”

Last question.  Are you fully aware that Winona Crow is not one or both of your parents, biological or otherwise?

His face crinkles up in disgust.  “EW!”

Answer the question.

“Yes!  I know that we’re not related, n-nor have I ever wanted to be!”  He peeks upward toward where he thinks the voice is coming.  “Are you ok-kay, Sir?”

Silence!

Avery flinches then stands at attention.

You have answered my questions.  You may return to your simple life.

“Th-Thank you, Sir.”  The light begins to fade as does the sheepish man standing inside of it.  But just before he disappears entirely…

Avery Beckett.

“Y-Yes, Sir?”

Hang in there.  Everything will be okay in the end.

“Oh!  Um…th-thank you?”

Fade to black.