Arachide, a hard working, humble man lived on the outskirts of Pelligrino Terme, a beautiful mountain village. He was local there and had many adventures though out his life. He had great friends and family and people knew him quite well. His life was somewhat, let’s say, peculiar though… as he was growing up, strange things happened that he never gave a second thought to. Things here and there were just out of place. By the time he was a man, he had many things, and took nothing for granted, yet he was still living at home with his parents and had no wife to love. He had his job, and he had his cats – whom he loved dearly, yet he was missing a family of his own. He would be a great Husband and a great Father, yet for some reason, he had not yet met a woman who was interested in him to start a family! In fact, at this point in his life, he felt as if he was deprived or even depraved of all his opportunities of love! He didn’t understand, how could this be. He thought of his past relationships. “There was sweet Eastel, but as soon as we met, she found a smarter, stronger, more handsome man that me! Oh NO! I’m so frustrated! It feels like discrimination! I feel as if I’ll NEVER find a wife to start a family with!” Desperate to meet a wife, he searched and searched and searched. Though he was an honest man, and worked, he was poor and felt inadequate and as if he did not have much to offer a woman. At my age, all the other women already have families. The remaining single women in Pelligrino are like wild animals! How will I ever find a family woman!? It seemed that he lost every single opportunity he went after! It is like I am King Midas (because he was of the genetic lineage of Royal Sicilian and Marconi Italiano genetic combination), and everything I touch or even think about gets STOLEN from me!
Year after year he searched wide and far for the love of his life, yet had no luck! He looked over at his neighbor’s beautiful Castle next door. The married Mrs. Swine Royale lived there, but, though she was married, Arachide never saw her husband, he only saw the thousands of (mostly men) who were her servants. Mostly wearing black attire, yet sometimes wearing white. With such a beautiful waterfall and trees and rainbows, it sits in the clouds and seems to be glimmering with diamonds and made of gold! “For only if I had such a place, my love would come to me!”.
Nearby, in the neighboring castle the vicious Mrs. Swine Royale and her evil henchmen racketeers plotted: “I will build a Underground Palace under Arachide’s house – just like we did to Eric Holck – and sneakily, without him knowing it, I will steal his guns, and I will store all the wealth in the world under there (stolen); the finest resources, of unimaginable value. When he decides to sell the house for an honest price, I will purchase that wealth and illegally gathered GPS behavior data connected to the property legitimately and that deed shall be mine! Let’s create a system and install illegal signs and try to character assault him through manifesting every action against him by making other people on the street and other places do crimes (when in actual reality that will be us squatting and commit crimes to Arachide!) Ask him, with every word he says – Can I quote you on that?” Mrs. Swine Royale fantasized “When he is most vulnerable, I shall POUNCE on Arachide and make him my husband! By now he is DESPERATE to find a wife, and I will convince him that he will NEVER have to work, EVER, because I am so rich! All he has to do is take his medicine. I would like to have the heart and soul of poor little Arachide. For I will trick him into falling in love with me! He shall marry me!” In her deranged, disillusioned, and dreamy state she convinces herself: “Actually, though he doesn’t know it, I have a STRONG conviction that we are ALREADY married. I will loosen him with vino and we shall eloupe! Making him marry me in a wedding shall make it OFFICIAL!” She would send her many servants to partake in the trickery. She imagined it, ever so perfectly: “Dear, will you please help me and take your medicine? If you love me you will be a good husband. Do you love me Dear? A spoonful of sugar will help it go down easier, dear!” The innocent Arachide said “Yes” as the chemicals started to take effect. Dreamily she imagines: “Through his nonconsensually implanted nanoscale optical lenses he sees my artificial intelligence deepfake augmented reality personality placeholder as I cellular mass teleport and time stretch and I take the EXTREME train ride with my servants. Ever so exhausted I will be when I return, he will never notice I’m not there!”. She travels around the entire GLOBE and returns… “Dear” asking Arachide… “Do you feel better now!? You look so much healthier and happier after taking your medicine!”… Arachide, coming out of a seemingly drug induced trance of incoherence and lethargy said “I had a dream where I saw you taking a train ride with your thousands of servant men. Why don’t you have any female servants Dear!?” “Oh sweetie, that must have been a side effect. I’m tired now, can we just go to sleep, Dear?” “But Dear I was waiting for you ALL day and I am a man, and I would like to work on planning for our family.” “Oh, not tonight Dear… I’m exhausted… tomorrow Dear, time for bed.” Mrs. Swine Rolyale, the deranged queen that she was, felt ever so happy imagining a new life with sweet little Arachide and slept very well that night…
Arachide, at the “end of his rope”, after being desperate to meet a wife, decided to go out and explore Pelligrino Terme. He adventures and meets many people just like him, who are still searching for a happy life and love. In some of the new people he meets, he is reminded of his wealthy neighbor Mrs. Swine Royale. Meeting some wandering lepers, he is somehow reminded of Mrs. Swine Royale’s servants (for some strange reason). He thought of when the servant’s stallion herd broke loose from Mrs. Swine Royale’s stable and ate all of the farmer market’s carrots and bananas. The servants went house to house looking for their stallions, yet while they were doing that, apparently the servants were found in the bed of Mr. Harrison, past out and drunk! It was the biggest scandal in Pelligrino! Arachide had his mind set on going over to Mrs. Swine Royale’s castle and talk to her. He had a strong urge to go there. Perhaps if I bring her flowers, I will be welcomed and can converse with her to see if any of my new associations of her are actually true.
Arachide mulled over his adventure experiences. He gathered his courage and went and brought a flower to Mrs. Swine Royale. As he rang the doorbell, she came to the door with a huge smile on her face with her shiny white teeth. “Hi Arachide, I’ve been thinking about you for some reason… you are a man now, I remember when you were just a boy… please please please come in!” Arachide studdered… “H…h…h…hi Mrs. Swine Royale. I’ve been thinking about you too. I hope you are doing well, too.” Her house was painted in gold. Gold doorways and vases and ceilings and doors and floors. It was such a beautiful house, and Arachide did feel that Mrs. Swine Royale was very pretty. “Mrs. Swine Royale, I have to ask you, I’ve never met your husband, but I see a ring on your finger – he gets some strange clairvoyance image of a murdered man kept in her closet. – may I please meet him?” he asks. She gets a worried, anxious expression on her face and tells Arachide “My husband’s resting now, not today.” Sweet little Arachide gets another clairvoyance thought broadcast of a woman presenting a crime scene to him and feels uncomfortable and disturbed… was that through the homicided husband’s non-consensually implanted nanoscale cameras in his eyes!?
He realized Mrs. Swine Royale was not evil, but she was just lonely and she seemed somewhat deranged. He was glad he talked to her, and felt a little more comfortable with the house of Mrs. Swine Royale.
Mrs. Swine Royale, on the other hand, was propelled into formulating a somewhat devious and scandalous plan. She started to become OBSESSED with marrying little Arachide. She called the neighboring Queens of all of the land of Olde Italia and Worldwide, and spread her devious and contagious plan amongst the most influential women of the world. It was insanity, yet the scandalous plan spread like a virus throughout the entire world. We shall secretly marry little Arachide without him knowing it. Little Arachide IS our husband and we shall bear his offspring, every Queen of every nation of the world and beyond. The Queen’s gears started rolling and grinding and they, each, very cleverly and sneakily started procreating with the sweet little Arachide in secret – without him knowing about it or every being aware of it at all! It was the Queen’s secret garden.
It turned out, though, that the Queens fell deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper in love with sweet little Arachide. They were driven into a passionate desire to birth more of Arachide’s children. They plunged into a wild, animalistic, primal, and biologically driven romantic love delirium, a virulent trance of ecstatic elation from a taste of Arachide’s sweet innocence and purity of intention.
Poor little Arachide had no idea what was happening, and he didn’t realize that anything was happening. He was still searching and searching for the love of his life, yet he had no luck. “UGH”, he felt so frustrated…
Then, out of nowhere, when he was next to the bathtub in his house, he saw a secret door that had been accidentally left open by the trespassing squatters underneath his house. He got scared and went to Pelligrino’s Polizia Stradale headquarters. It turned out that Mrs. Swine Royale’s henchmen tricked the Hasburgs-Marconi genetics to secretly build under Arachide’s house. They did much labor and hard, honest work, thinking that they were helping poor Arachide out. After they did the hard work with much toil, blood, sweat, and tears, Mrs. Swine Royale’s devious henchmen murdered the honest men and women who built the underground castle. “Take over” the henchmen said to the rest of Mrs. Swine Royale’s servants. They knew exactly what was happening. Mrs. Swine Royale’s servants had previously done this to other neighbors. The henchmen secretly squatted at Arachide’s house, deceiving him, and bearing false witness to him via nonconsensually implanted nanoscale optical lenses and audio devices. They built a “pad” that teleports matter under the house, and deceived Arachide with nonconsensual augmented reality environments. This racketeering organization was so advanced, Arachide barely knew the difference. They took inventory of all his property, connected to people (mostly women) whom the henchmen would rape and rape inseminate. It drove people mad and crazy, some becoming mass shooters, confused and trying to defend their selves. Actual torture, abuse and rape victims. The Pellegrino and Sicilian families created a mob to extort the extortionist racketeers. They documented the extortionist’s atrocious actions, with irrefutable absolute truth evidence, and forced the racketeers to cease their wrongs. The Polizia’s SWAT force immediately drove to Arachide’s house with their humongous armored vehicles and aircraft and rifles and guns and armor and bazookas and bombs drawn. They used a gigantic battering ram to smash in the secret bathtub door.
Arachide cheered from across the street as the heroes stormed his house. Thousands of high testosterone, physically fit, and strong Italian “Bulls” wearing black shirts (“Bulls” is the preferred nickname that the Italian SWAT task force heroes like to go by) discharged round after round of super gigantic rifles at the bad men. It was like a terrorist battle!
“YEY, YEY, YEY, YEY, YEY! Arachide cheered giddily across the street as the bad men ran away. Finally the bad men were gone! Yay!”
As arachide slept soundly and safe that night in his bed, he saw a ghost who looked like a beautiful Queen in his bedroom. She spoke to Arachide: “I am your wife Arachide”. “You are!?” “Yes Arachide, I am your wife. He then fell asleep happily and dreamed of love.
The next day Arachide went down into the secretly built thief hideout under his house. It was flooded with a goopy, smelly substance, and there was a dungeon and all kinds of secret rooms. There was a sign that said “Clean it up”. There were all kinds of strange things, photos, proof, and evidence of the crimes below. He saw a King’s chair built of skulls and bones and spikes. There were death chambers that looked like the underground catacombs of Paris. Human skull after human skull after human skull!
Mrs. Swine Royale and the Queens, once they got a taste of Arachide’s love, they began a new chapter in their lives. They seemed to be put under a spell of love. They started going insane, falling deeper and deeper in love with Arachide, going into more and more derangement, feeling EXTREME pleasure whenever they secretly made Arachide impregnate them. Falling deeper and deeper into a passionate amorous love with Arachide. Becoming strangely more and more deranged and insane, NEEDING Arachide to impregnate them. They were scandelous and like wild, untamable beasts and monsters. They would find ways to sexually stimulate Arachide by doing and showing him filthy, inappropriate, explicit sexual acts. If it aroused him, they would pounce on him and procreate with him, and while doing so, the Queens would experience EXTREME pleasure, becoming more and more obsessed and infatuated with their husband, little Arachide. The Queens were extremely sexual and explicit, to the point of derangement and trashy tackiness that was insane. All of these Queens were sexually and emotionally mature adults, who participated only in legal behavior and who had very high sex drives and preferred EXTREME sexual pleasure. They were open and available sexually, which helped make sure that nothing else inappropriate was occurring… an “avenue” for males outside of Mrs. Swine Royale’s Castle who did not have self control. They liked getting caught being obscene, explicit, and sexual by people whom they could lure into their sex and pleasure trap. While Arachide was walking through town, Queen Minx showed Arachide her vagina so when he was alone, desperate and in need, he would think of her and be sexually aroused. Ten thousand new Queens that caught a whiff of Arachide’s love secretly went into Arachides’s bedroom and made Arachide impregnate them. During one insemination, Arachide awoke, fully erect when orgasming inside her with his hands on her breasts and the Queen, derangingly staring at Arachide and telling him “You have no choice… I’m your wife and we are going to have babies.” Arachide was scared and traumatized, yet fell asleep from sleeping potion just after he orgasmed and the Queen made him inseminate her. When this happened, the other EXTREME Queens, including Mrs. Swine Royale entered into a deranged, obscene session of explicit and EXTREME sexual pleasure.
When in a Queen orgasmic extreme pleasure orgy, in their peak climax of extreme pleasure, they let Arachide listen to their loud moans. He thought it was his neighbors. They would moan out explicitly to attract males to their sex trap, making their victims pleasure the Queens with orgies of deranged and EXTREME sexual pleasure.
All of this is outside of Arachide’s awareness, and it’s all “wrong”. His truest self would like just a simple, honest and monogamous relationship, traditional, and to raise a family with a wife he loves and who loves him.
The Queens of the lineage and culture of Mrs. Swine Royale do this, culturally, outside of their husband’s awareness. Some men find strange marital notes addressed to the name of another man with the content such as “Thank you for sharing these ten happy years of marriage with me.” Most of the men in this situation don’t even realize what the reality is… that the Queens are their wives.
The Queens prefer being pleasured by having their vaginas licked and sucked, while Arachide’s semen is inside their vagina, and only Arachide’s semen is allowed in their vaginas. The Queens also like using dildos and vibrators and electro-mechanical (motors) sex devices to achieve the goal of EXTREME sexual pleasure and EXTREMELY thorough sexual satisfaction, according to their individual preferences.
Many of the other queens preferred strict, unwavering fidelity, and absolute marital faithfullness to Arachide. Their main priority is procreation, and raising Arachide’s children with traditional values of a solid moral compass, practicality, reason, loving-kindness, honesty, respect for all peoples, dignity, humility, ethics, non-violence, creativeness, expression with the arts, and relevant skills in every facet of knowledge and legitimacy. These Queens did not care much about sexual pleasure, their maternal instinct took a much higher value, precedence, and priority than such interests.
The wives proclaim their preferences, and their preferences are to be honored, irrefutably. They have a right to cease the activities at any time, and also to proclaim new preferences, such as if a Queen might decide that she prefers to live with traditional values, as opposed to her previous way of life.
There was one of Arachide’s wives named Queen Diamond Hanes who preferred traditional values and strict fidelity to Arachide. Yet because she was so beautiful, a couple of Mrs. Swine Royale’s servants tricked her and put a fake love elixir in her drink one night. The bad servants then got into her purse and stole her key while she was under the influence of the bad drug. They kept on going in her room with the stolen key and put the bad elixir in her drink without her knowing it, and she got confused and tricked. She thought she was laying with Arachide, but the bad servants were wronging her. Finally Diamond’s and Arachide’s family realized this and posted a sign so the bad servants would know the consequences of using the stolen key and tricking her. This is a monetary amount that the bad servants owed Queen Diamond Hines and her family for every single trespassing and tricking incident that they took. This sign read: (*Start of sign)”Please return your stolen key(s). Starting at: $Graham’s Number + $16028850733e+18028631998 United States Dollars per Ångström-calorie and/or per Ångström-gram expended during the act of rape. This numerical amount is to increase exponentially with fluctuations of the currency’s inflation, matter, anti-matter, mass, anti-mass, time, anti-time, gravity, anti-gravity, frequency, sensory perception, and/or visibility. This gravity/time measurement is based on the natural gravity on the surface of the Earth at sea level elevation. The purchasing power of this currency is based on my (Arachide’s) economic system and is to be transferred equitably to Queen Diamond Hane’s economic system.
All funds are to be the property of Queen Diamond Hines.
Author: Arachide
*Note: $9e+99 U.S.D. = $9000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000.00 United States Dollars
“(*End of sign).
The bad servants ceased their wrongs and started to pay their debt to their victims.
The Queens were experiencing pleasure they’ve never felt before with their impregnation frenzies of sweet little unknowing Arachide. He was a man now, yet he wasn’t quite aware of what was going on. It was no matter, the Queens had their mind set on procreating with their husband, and nothing was going to get in the way of the Queens reaching their goal.
The secret squatter henchmen racketeers were getting upset, and they, too, had their minds set on intervening, and taking back the control of the Queens through violence and brute force. The began taking stock of their weaponry in the secret armory, all stolen guns from their last victim, the Honorable Eric Holck. They began preparing for a standoff with the Italian Stallion SWAT brigade.
Unkowingly, both sides of the standoff had non-consensually implanted nano-scale optical lenses and audio devices. They were all dangerous and volatile men, and this was a safety mechanism to ensure people didn’t get hurt. As both teams plotted, and schemed, these big strong soldier type men started preparing for a war battle. It would be the standoff of the year, perhaps something in the works, a finale that has been in the workds for decades. A major power shift would occur as a conclusion of the battle, and the Queens were getting very excited to see the beast men battle it out over them. The deranged Queens felt whoever won the battle loved them more. The Queens made sure they were impregnated and have had conceived with Arachide before the battle and Polizia SWAT battle would occur.
Little did they know it, all of the guns were not actual guns, but were actually bananas! The violent men thought they were getting their guns ready, yet through augmented reality and deep fake technology (and time-technologies) the men were actually touching bananas – soft and ripe ORGANIC bananas!
In the mean time, Arachide dreamed about his love of his life. He imagined her “Oh she is so beautiful, and sweet, and I wish I could just hold her hand, and caress her skin, and kiss her ALL over. I would like to make her feel special, and beautiful, and important, and loved – NO MATTER WHAT! Because she really is so beautiful. I don’t even know her yet, but I know I love her! I hope we can actually be together and make it work! Do you think she will love me like I love her? I’m already in love with her and I don’t even know her! How do I get to know her? How can I make her fall in love with me!? I would like to be faithful to her FOREVER! Do you think she would be faithful to me!? What if I am tempted by another woman? I hope that she makes sure I am always faithful. I want to trust her, I would like to know – for certain, that no matter what… if she was alone and tempted, that she would stay faithful to me too!” He dreamed about her. I want to fall in love with her! I want her to fall in love with me! I imagine her, she is all I think about! I have to find a way to make this happen!
The standoff was going to happen. The bulls and stallions prepared for the war battle. Each side thought, and had strong convictions: “THOSE ARE OUR QUEENS. IT IS TIME FOR US TO CLAIM OUR PROPERTY! TIME FOR WAR!”.
They formulated battle plans and attack strategies.
Unbeknownst to them, there would be no physical contact with each other. They would perceive the simulated deep fake, augmented battle to be convincingly real, yet it would be like playing a video game and no one would get hurt AT ALL!
Ready for war, the BEAST men soldier SWAT stallion bulls loaded and chambered their banana rifles, bombs, guns, and weapons in their hands and approached each other.
The Queens got excited and ready to see who claimed them as battle victor! They knew there would be no “ownership” of them, for they were powerful and wild, and untamable, yet it excited them to know that men were going to fight over them. To the Queens, these big soldier BEAST men were toys to play with. Arachide was their husband, eternally, and NOTHING would ever change that.
The Polizia SWAT armored vehicles rounded the corner, SWAT assassin sharpshooters positioned on rooftops all around, in helicopters – with loaded banana weapons – as they zoomed in on their target. The battle began!
The racketeer squatters had the place heavily booby-trapped, and moved ghost-like to evade and defend their squatter domain and Queens.
The battle was a slaughter that the world had never seen before. Brutality and violence beyond imagination, all recorded on video and viewers from around the world looked at this blood bath in terror as they watched the scene unfold.
Queen Royale’s clit was metaphorically cut off so her neuronal sexual pleasure pathways no longer were avenues of cash cow slot machine profit for the bad people.
Queen Royale’s henchmen racketeer squatter bad men were caught and ethically castrated by real polizia. The polizia slaughtered and tortured the bad men henchmen racketeers until their atrociousness was out of their systems. After the stand-off battle, the henchmen and polizia left.
The squatting extortionist racketeer henchmen and bad people were officially ordered and forced to publicly disclose every infringement (of property, person, and beyond) they had perpetrated to Arachide’s family and were forced to start paying the financial debt, and to serve time, they owed from the infringement of Arachide’s family and society.
Little Arachide lived happily ever after with the Queens and Mrs. Swine Royale, being as fruitful as can be.