Clinging to tradition a review of stories a moment before the gun went off and the lottery

Posted on January 6, by Scott Alexander [Epistemic status: Content warning for discussion of suicide, murder, and race] I.

Clinging to tradition a review of stories a moment before the gun went off and the lottery

The silence was profound. As always before such an assignation Kurt felt fear and sweet anticipation in equal measure but on this occasion both were amplified.

His mistress had told him this woman was special and he must put forth his best effort and give her most exquisite pleasure and absolute satisfaction. Part of his resolve to not fail her was born of fear.

Elke's punishments could be harsh, even for seemingly trivial transgressions or failings, and who knew what might befall him by her hand if he failed in his most important assignment yet.

Clinging to tradition a review of stories a moment before the gun went off and the lottery

But on a deeper level he was motivated by his love for her and born of that love was a desire to help her in any way in the furthering of the cause to which she had devoted her life: The woman he awaited was one whose persuasion Elke considered vital. She would be Elke's first recruit and ally since they had come to America nearly a year before to sow the seeds of the Schwesterschaft, the Countess Waltrude's secretive society, in the New World.

Kurt had served to recruit other women to the "Schaft" as it was called for the sake of brevity, back in the Countess's domain in a remote region of the Bavarian alps. But they were only additions to an already thriving network that was growing in power throughout Europe.

Her Nordic beauty and the strength of her dominant will were like onto those of the Countess herself. Hence, she was chosen to further the ambitions of the Countess across the sea.

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And Kurt had been sent with her as slave, lover and helpmate. Kurt was the favorite slave of the Countess among the many she owned. The pleasure he gave, the profundity of his submission, caused him to be treasured by her as much as a woman such as she could treasure any mere man.

As Elke had come to be ever more in her favor she had shared Kurt with her generously. Sometimes they would pair up on Kurt for long evenings of mad pleasure and over time he came to be hopelessly in love with each of them, longing always for the attentions of either or both.

And he was their willing and eager agent of persuasion and recruitment. He would submit without limit to the pain and degradation inflicted upon him by the kind of cruel, lustful and emasculating woman the Countess sought out to join her network. His duty was to introduce them to the delights membership would bring them and he had never failed.

He heard footsteps approaching the door, the click of heels on stone. Then there was the sound of the heavy bolt being thrown and the creak of hinges. The corridor outside was dimly lit by flickering torches. Elke had a flair and taste for the classic and dramatic and had prepared the basement dungeon accordingly.

The silhouette of a woman appeared in the doorway. Her hand reached out for the light switch and torches mounted in the walls ignited, filling the chamber with a flickering amber glow.

And Kurt saw for the first time in the flesh the woman Elke had introduced him to with pictures, videos and written information from the dossier had compiled on her back in the old country and added to since their arrival. Elke had befriended her not long after they had come, found her a kindred spirit and had become her confidant.

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