URESPOND RGENT FROM PRINCESS ANITA
SPAM the way it should be, by Redbud
- Since the last post was so much fun, here’s another from the archives. This story is based on actual SPAM (included below). G-Mail, sadly, is much better at filtering SPAM than my previous webmail provider. I haven’t been getting any good SPAM.
Par votre hôte Princess Anita:
Date: mercredi 26 août 2009
Heure: 9h 15 – 10h 15 (GMT+00:00)
Rue: Dear Friend, good day and compliments. I am writing this letter with confidence, believing that if God wishes you to help me and my family, God almighty will bless and reward you abundantly. You will never regret this. I am a female student from the University of Burkina Faso, Ouagadougou. I am 23 yrs old. I would like to know more about you. If you 
can help me in this transaction, I would love to build a long term relationship on a solid foundation.
Well, my lovingly parents died two years ago and left me and my little brother behind. My late father was a king. Our town citizens gave him that title sixteen years before his death. I was a princess to him and I am the only person who can take care of his wealth. My junior brother is still too young.
Since my father’s passing, I and my junior brother have faced great tribulation. My father’s kindred could not wait till I was matured to face life but wished to take over what belonged to my father and belonged to me. Quickly after my father deceased, my father’s brother demanded that I marry his son. A female is not permitted to live alone as stated by our town.
You understand, Dear Friend, why I could not agree to my uncle’s demanding. But, with accordance to my culture and town, he would not allow me to leave my father’s house alone. But I must live with my uncle’s son, who now lives with me and my brother. But my cousin would not let me leave the house and my brother was not matured. What were we to do? My cousin tells me I must marry him. I refused because Gold almighty will bless me with you answering this letter.. My cousin tells that if I wish to leave the house, to buy food, I must not speak to anyone outside of the house or according to my culture I must be stoned.
I say I will not but my cousin does not trust me. He tells me to kneel.
What was I to do? I must watch my cousin stroke that part of men that I had been forbidden to see. God Friend, you will forgive and reward you if you understand that I could not look away. For I had never seen such a thing. The man’s secret grows larger until it stands stiffly above my forehead. My cousin continues to stroke that part of himself until he begins to stiffen. He tells me I must open my mouth. He points that part of himself at my mouth as though he would be ashamed that it should touch my mouth, and a strange effluence fills my mouth as though his were the teat of a cow.
He tells me that I must hold this milk in my mouth while I leave the house. When I return, I must show him that I still carry it in my mouth. If I do not, he will know that I have spoken to a stranger unaccompanied by another man. Dear Friend, I knew that I and my brother would starve if I did not do as my cousin told me. I went to the market place and kept the salty milk of him in my mouth and never once spoke to another. Upon my return to my father’s dwelling I did as my cousin demanded. I knelt. I opened my mouth so that he would know I had not spoken to another.
Then, Dear Reader, as though that tribulation were not enough, he tells me how disgusted he is that a princess would do this thing which he has made me do. He calls me names whose meaning I do not know. He tells me I do not deserve my father’s wealth. Before my junior brother he tells me I must bend myself over the chair back that had been sixteen years my father’s. Dear Reader, I don’t know and what I will do to say no. I bend over the chair and still keep my cousin’s milk in my mouth. My cousin binds my hands to the chair.
Whereupon he asks my brother if he is not ashamed that I am his sister. What is my brother to say but yes? My Uncle’s son tells my brother that he must whip me and that I am not to spill that which I still keep in my mouth. Whereupon my skirt is lifted and my knickers are shamefully lowered. Whereupon my brother whips me. And though his first blows are not hard, his blows become as if he is ashamed of me and hardest. I cannot cry out, but am muffled by what I keep in my mouth. Most shamefully, Dear Reader, as my brother strikes me, my cousin touches me where no man has ever touched. And most shamefully Dear Reader, I cannot control the sudden weariness of my muscles, which surrender with sharp gasps, again and again, deeply in my woman’s place.
When my body finally ceases its strange hiccups which make me gasp most piteously, he demands that I read to him what he has written. I read: “I am a female as stated by our culture in the town.” He slaps my upturned place again and tells me to repeat what I have said. A shameful wetness runs down my thighs. Thus I answer, Dear Reader, shamefully and doubled over my father’s chair back: “I am a female as stated by our culture in the town.”
My junior brother ceases. My cousin tells me that I may swallow. But what little is there for me to swallow? My cousin’s milk has spilled from my lips, shamefully drips from my chin and there is only a little left. But I swallow the last of the thick milk.
My cousin leaves me thus to smoke outside the house.
My brother must not leave the house. I wish my brother would ask me if I suffer. I turn to know if he suffers, if he is ashamed, but he looks at me the way men look at a woman they do not know. I see that though my brother is not mature, he suffers as a man suffers. His secret is in his hands. He stares not at me but at that part of me that is most revealed by my position. His hand moves quickly and I see him suddenly pained by his shame. I see that the same milk leaps from him and burst from my cousin, spilling its long strings across the floor between his feet. His milk is seized from him almost half the distance of our single room.
When my cousin returns he sees what my brother has done. I beg him not to punish him but there is nothing I may do in my bound position. My cousin is furious, for as stated by our culture, a man must not sow his seed but where the earth may be bountiful. And though I had not understood the meaning of this saying, I began to comprehend its hidden meaning -woman is the bountiful earth to man’s seed.
My brother is not mature. My cousin is a large man and my brother feared him. My brother is made to stand behind me, but not so that he touches me; and is made to clasp his hands behind his neck. Whereupon, Dear Reader, my cousin beats my brother on his buttocks. My brother’s secret rises with the girth of a man’s, whereupon my cousin is only the more incensed. He beats my brother’s buttocks with greater force, shaming my brother that he looks at that place that is between my thighs, that I cannot hide, that is shamefully made vulnerable by my position.
My cousin becomes all the more furious. He shames my brother because he is made manly by looking upon his sister. I struggle, Dear Reader, God almighty bless you, but even as I struggle to free myself I feel my brother’s sudden seizure spurt against my thighs and vulnerable secret. There is nothing that I can do. My cousin forces me to say again what he has taught me. “I am a female as stated by our culture in the town.”
“It is for this that God has shaped my buttocks,” I repeat after my cousin.
“It is for a woman’s buttocks that God has shaped my manliness,” my brother repeated after my cousin. After this, Dear Reader, my sore wrists were released from the chair. My cousin did not allow me to clean myself until the sun fell, once again, to the land. And I was made to sit on the earthen floor as my cousin and brother ate the food I had gotten for them.
After this, my cousin and his family’s desire for me and my father’s money descended into madness. Every second day I must go out to buy food from the town market. But my cousin does not wish to exert himself for the benefit of me or my brother. I must now kneel before him and use my lips and mouth as if it were his own hands because it brings great shamefulness upon him to move his own hands on my behalf. I move his secret into and out of my mouth as if my lips and mouth were his hand. Some days I can taste the milk of him already. I know by this he means to torment me, then I must remain on my knees until the taste of him fills my mouth – and my breasts and brow are wet with sweat. Then I must go out of the house, forbidden to talk lest I accidentally swallow what is kept in my mouth. Many are my former friends who wish to speak with me, but I cannot, even as I stand before them, for my mouth is filled by my cousin’s effluence.
And when I return, always with his swollen burst still in my mouth, he flies into a rage. Sometimes, Dear Reader, he demands that I swallow at once. Sometimes he demands that I at once make myself vulnerable over my father’s chair back. As before, he switches my buttocks until my body cannot withstand the shame any longer, but muscles deeply inside me stiffen and force me to suddenly arch, to make my belly vulnerable to him, to make my belly grip at an emptiness inside me, again and again. And this shamefulness, this strange surrender of my body seems to infuriate my cousin and my brother, for I have felt the milk leap from both of them, covering my buttocks, thighs and back even as I am helplessly overcome by my body’s strange answer to my cousin’s beatings. Why it should arouse them to see me suffer in this wise confuses me greatly.
Always afterward, my cousin berates my brother.
Always afterward my cousin asks that I marry him. But now I am not certain which he desires more, me or my father’s money. Madness descends upon him.
Even in these last weeks, an even greater confusion of madness descended on my cousin. I will not marry him, Dear Reader. As if desirous to shame both me and my brother, to ruin us in the eyes of my town and culture, my cousin binds me over my father’s chair back. My brother struggles but my cousin forces him to stand behind me to that his secret, though it is soft, is pressed against mine. My brother struggles but my cousin pulls my dress over my waist and over my breasts. I know that my brother looks at his sister because I feel his secret hardening.
My cousin begins to strike me with his switch, causing me to twist and gasp. And I know that my brother struggles to resist what, I now know, a man cannot struggle against. I am his sister, but may God forgive him, I am also a female. My struggles against the pain of my cousin’s blows were like those of a woman who desires the thing that presses at her secret. For as I twisted, my junior brother’s secret continued to grow to manly proportions and I cried and stiffened, for it’s swelling was slowly piercing my belly. I stiffened and arched even as my cousin continued to strike me for my brother’s continued swelling and lengthening was pressing deeper and deeper into a place that had been a secret eve to me.
I had never felt such length or width in my woman’s belly before.
Finally I groaned and loudly for my brother’s secret had swollen deeply into my belly, pressing against a strange place inside me. I knew he had grown to his full manliness for I could no longer think on anything but that presence inside me – that penetrated the secret into my belly.
Well, my cousin’s madness truly overcame him, as though he were shamed by his own behavior. He
struck us both with switches until we moaned and shook, afraid to move unless our movements betray us. My brother’s manliness pierced me deeply. My cousin demanded that I marry him and when I still refused, Dear Reader, he broke his switch against my brother’s back and left us and the house, gripped by his own madness.
Neither I or my brother dared to move, not even in struggle to free ourselves. We stayed thus for what must have been the passage of an hour and yet my brother’s manliness did not abate and the wetness of my belly reached my ankles. In all that time, the presence of my brother’s manliness inside my belly caused the muscles of my belly to tighten. It was as though a hot coal were smoldering inside me, causing my muscles and my body to slowly stiffen around it. I knew that my belly wearied itself and that my body would soon convulse with exhaustion.
“Junior brother,” I finally moaned, “may Gold almighty forgive me for I stiffen. You are like a burning coal inside me. I cannot stop myself.”
“Lovingly sister” my brother moaned, “may Gold almighty forgive me for your belly is like the mouth of the sacred cow that sucks milk from the teat. I cannot stop myself.”
Then, Dear Reader, my long groan started softly then grew loudly. The more that I struggled to ignore the smoldering coal in my belly, the more my belly seized the knot inside it. I wailed long and loudly as the long, tortuous stiffening caused my back to arch and my muscles to grow painfully stiff around the manliness piercing them. May God forgive me, Dear Reader, for hasn’t God made the female in this manner?
“Sister,” my brother moaned, “you force me.”
At last, no breath or voice was left in me. I could stare only blankly for everything that I was, at that moment, was filling my secret place. Then, most shamefully, my belly succumbed to the manliness that pierced it. My belly no longer gripped at emptiness, but rightfully gripped that manliness filling it (giving no thought, God forgive, that it was my brother’s). My muscles gripped it again and again as if to demand completion. I could not breath or speak. Only the rhythmic scraping of the chair against the floor spoke to the surrender that made my back arch and arch again.
I heard a strangled gasp from my brother, then his manliness pulsing deeply inside me.
His surrender came in hard, quick seizing. My belly was filled by him. Then, shamefully, it was as though a great relief overcame us both. We said nothing but my junior brother’s manliness slowly shrunk and spilled out of me.
Dear Reader, my junior brother finally was able to free us both. Then did my cousin return and the spirit of manliness that had only swollen my brother’s secret, possessed all of him. He beat my cousin soundly, though my cousin is twice his size, and beat him out of the house such that my cousin, nor his father, have ever returned. My brother has threatened that if they ever return to our village, he would beat them both and make women of them.
But shame has driven my brother from my house, Dear Reader.
God be praised, but my brother has not engendered within my belly. God almighty be praised.
Now am matured to face the life. I know my entire father’s wealth, Dear Reader. He deposed the sum of USD 14, 300.000 Dollars (14.300 US Dollars) in a Security Company here in Burkina Faso in West African Country. Due to my late father position during the lodging of the money he told the security company management the content of the box was gold that belongs to his foreign partner and it was agreed and signed that on his absence the consignment will only be release to his partner by authorization of his only daughter which I am.
This money was annually paid into my late fathers account from Shell petroleum development company (SPDC) and Chevron Oil Company operating in our locality for the compensation of youth and community development in our jurisdiction. I don’t know how and what I will do to invest this money somewhere in abroad but I must do so, so that my father’s kindred will not again try to take over what belongs to my father and our family, which they tried to do without my present because I am a female as stated by our culture in the town.
I therefore seek your urgent attention and apply to the security company as my late father business partner and retrieve the box containing the total sum of USD 14, 300.000. I urgently need your humble assistance to move this money from the security company to your bank account that is why I felt happy when I saw your contact because I strongly believe that by the grace of God, you will help me to invest this money wisely.
I am ready to pay 20% of the total amount to you if you help me in this transaction and another 10% interest per Annual after Income to you, for handling this transaction for us, which you will strongly have absolute control over.
I’d like any person who is caring, loving and home oriented.
And, may God almighty bless you, I’d lake any person who will lovingly enforce obedience upon me, for the horror of my travail has left its mark upon me. And, may God forgive me, may you take me on a chairback as I was taken.
I am 23 years old.
If you can handle this project sincerely and are also willing to assist me in lifting this fund, kindly reach me. Please, note that this transaction is 100% risk free and I hope to commence the transaction as quick as possible, I will send you my Pictures as soon as I hear from you. Yours Sincerely, Princess Anita. +226 76 96 30 89.
Par votre hôte Princess Anita:
Date: mercredi 26 août 2009
Heure: 9h 15 – 10h 15 (GMT+00:00)
Rue: Dear Friend, Good day and Compliments, I am writing this letter in confidence believing that if it is the wish of God for you to help me and my family, God almighty will bless and reward you abundantly and you would never regret this. I am a female student from University of Burkina Faso, Ouagadougou. I am 23 yrs old. I’d like any person who can be caring, loving and home oriented. I will love to have a long-term relationship with you and to know more about you I would like to build up a solid foundation with you in time coming if you can be able to help me in this transaction. Well, my lovingly Parents died two Years ago and left I and my junior brother behind. My late father was a king, which our town citizens titled him over sixteen years before his death. I was a princess to him and I am the only person who can take care of his wealth now because my junior brother is still young. Now am matured to face the life. I know my entire father’s wealth. He deposited the sum of USD 14, 300.000 Dollars (14.300 US Dollars) in a Security Company here in Burkina Faso in West African Country. Due to my late father position during the lodging of the money he told the security company management the content of the box was gold that belongs to his foreign partner and it was agreed and signed that on his absence the consignment will only be release to his partner by authorization of his only daughter which I am. This money was annually paid into my late fathers account from Shell petroleum development company (SPDC) and chevron Oil Company operating in our locality for the compensation of youth and community development in our jurisdiction. I don’t know how and what I will do to invest this money somewhere in abroad, so that my father’s kindred will not take over what belongs to my father and our family, which they were planning to do without my present because I am a female as stated by our culture in the town. I therefore seek your urgent attention and apply to the security company as my late father business partner and retrieve the box containing the total sum of USD 14, 300.000. I urgently need your humble assistance to move this money from the security company to your bank account that is why I felt happy when I saw your contact because I strongly believe that by the grace of God, you will help me to invest this money wisely. I am ready to pay 20% of the total amount to you if you help me in this transaction and another 10% interest per Annual after Income to you, for handling this transaction for us, which you will strongly have absolute control over. If you can handle this project sincerely and also willing to assist me in lifting this fund, kindly reach me. Please, note that this transaction is 100% risk free and I hope to commence the transaction as quick as possible, I will send you my Pictures as soon as I hear from you. Yours Sincerely, Princess Anita. +226 76 96 30 89
