Standing on the stool, Sandy stared at her reflection in the mirror. She’d never considered anything this drastic, that was until the headaches started. At first, she’d just written them off, but they’d grown steadily worse. Finally, she called her doctor and a CT scan confirmed his worst fears, an already large and growing inoperable brain tumor. She had perhaps six months at most, even with massive amounts of chemo. Deciding to call in sick, Sandy left early this morning, stopping only to pick up the painkillers her doctor had prescribed on her way out of town. Heading north, along the Main… 続きを読む

The Audition There were no handcuffs on her wrists and no ropes tying her body down. She did not move. There were no locks on any doors and nothing forcing her to stay. She would not move. There were no obligations or promises that she could break and could not offer disappointment. She refused to move. She was not a slave in any true sense. In fact, her services were not wanted. She had come begging, pathetic in a way not thought possible to the man before. For months he had denied her. He was an extreme man who used women roughly. The most experienced in pain and degradation rarely last… 続きを読む

Teacher: „What do you think is the most under appreciated art form?“ Bimbo: „Winged eyeliner.“ „I'm afraid of two things: First of what keeps my professor for a good idea, and Second of what keeps my friend Jennie for a good idea.“ (Catherine Belmont) A true friend doesn't care when you're broke, being a bitch, what you weight, if your house is a mess, what you drive, about your past, or if your family is filled with crazy people. They love you for who you are. A true friend does not pick you off if you were arrested, a true friend sits with you in the prison cell. Pity you ge… 続きを読む

She awoke with a start. Max was leaning over her, a concerned look on his face. “Miss McVey, are you all right?” He had loosed her trenchcoat and was in the process of helping her sit up. Darcie tried to struggle to her feet. Max’s hand, surprisingly strong, pulled her to standing. She smiled at him gratefully, then as her head cleared, she wiped the smile from her face and looked around, blinking. She said, “I guess I just. . . blacked out for a minute there.” “I can get a physician for you,” offered Max. “One of your merry medical staff? No thanks—I’m happy with my body the way it is, tha… 続きを読む

The observation deck was like an amphitheater over a surgical operations room. Darcie looked through the glass partition at the activity in the clinic below. Centered the room was a chair that looked like a dentist’s chair, complete with head-rest, tilted far back. Behind the chair was a bank of computers and monitors. Being led to the chair was a young woman; Darcie would guess her to be about college-age. The girl was held securely by each arm as she was guided into the chair. She walked unsteadily, as if sedated, and it appeared to Darcie that she resisted as much as her weak condition all… 続きを読む

Darcie McVey, celebrity host of “It’s a Girl’s World”, smiled into the camera as her TV show drew to a close. Her face was pretty, if not beautiful, and her voice was honey-sweet. “I thought our viewing audience had some excellent call-ins on today’s topic, Flirting in the Office.’ Before saying goodbye until tomorrow, I want to say a word of thanks to all of you who sent me flowers when I got my sniffles last week. You’re all so kind. . . It’s those little gestures that make me want to reach out and hug every one of you. And keep your fan mail coming in, I try to read all of your letters. Rea… 続きを読む

The man known only as Max leaned back in his executive chair and regarded the Director of Marketing with patience. The office had a minimalist ambiance, with glass and chrome and various high-tech communication equipment. A large-screen television stood turned off at one side of the room; at the other side was a empty pedestal backlit with concealed stage lamps, as if any moment Max expected somebody to bring in a piece of art for display there. “We’re backlogged for orders, and I’m beginning to get complaints from some of our best clients,” said Marketing. “You know what they’re like—getting… 続きを読む

I think you will find this one to your liking,” declared Max. “It took us a while to bring her up to your specifications, but the results were worth the effort.” The client, heir to a banking fortune in Canada, nodded impatiently as he perched on his chair in the showroom.. He was young, he had speedboats and vacation houses and girlfriends and more money than he knew what to do with. Which suited Max just fine, because his firm catered to exactly such clientele. Max pressed a button on his desk. The door opened, and a woman trainer escorted the man’s custom-designed LoveDoll to stand in the… 続きを読む

Chrysaor looked at the door. There was a quaint little plate on it. "Employees only", it read. A throwback to the Earth all lesser demons came from. It was just for the theatrics, really, given the big-ass sigil carved into the wood. You don't protect the succubi's private cuddling nest on the honour system. They are the whores of hell. Demonesses forced all-reaching masculine desires have to be nothing but sex and all the assorted bollocks. As well as to like every sodding bit of it. Still, as formatted as they are to get the biggest bang out of the deal, they are still recreational whores.… 続きを読む

Jennie awoke some time later and instinctively sought the toilet. She did so in the dark, without feeling the need to reminisce the night before. Why bother? It was a bit sparkly and spacious for her usual fare. "Hehhehheh, I scored us a pretty sweet room." She proudly chuckled, smiling from ear to ear. "Must have been on fire yesterday." Of particular interest.was the window, which showed a soothing white landscape. A white, silent night, with slow but steady snowfall covering the dirty cities with purity itself. The kind of night that soothes the soul and heralds Christmas. Jennie couldn't… 続きを読む

Jenny looked through the window on the silver brothel's second floor. Not ten minutes ago, there reigned fire. Now, the whole amphitheater was encased in clear blue ice and snow fell from the sky. The sea of lava had retreated well below ground, leaving the city and the stripes of land towering over a dark, endless chasm. Hell had frozen over, just like it had 24 hours earlier. The cries of the wretched had stopped, entombed as they were in snow-covered ice. Jennie was safe within the confines of the whorehouse, her new home, but she still felt the unforgiving cold. Even the bedsheets she h… 続きを読む

Jennie's naked body was covered from head to toe with a tattoo of a flowery vine. It did not cover all of Jennie's skin, but it was wrapped around her arms and legs, two flowers even covering her temples. It was steadily fading into invisibility, but even so, Catherine could feel its raw power. This was no ink - it was pure lust wrapped around her friend's body. Jennie's right hand seemed powerless to resist caressing the flower blooming on her right breast, or even to breathe without pushing her chest forward. The most dramatic change, however, was Jennie's expression. The bold and confide… 続きを読む

Jennie was moaning. She was in the dark, chained to a demonic machine, phantom hands all over her naked form. Over her perky little breasts, between her quivering thighs, along her belly. She felt warm, loved... terrified. Whatever resolve led her to sacrifice herself for Catherine was gone. She wanted out. She wanted out now, before the hands get bolder and start playing with her nipples and her clitoris. She wanted to struggle, break out, kick that demonic asshole in the dick, confront the Lord of Hell that doomed her to a helpless slut's fate. Climb out of Hell if she had to, even cas… 続きを読む

Catherine and Jennie were too busy being horrified to pay any mind to the demonic pimp. They could see it in each other's eyes, clear as a c***d's guilty look. The desire to get through the deal, to avoid an eternity of prostitution but, most of all, to make the other stop being so fucking annoying. Jennie, usually so adept at poker faces, simply couldn't hold back a contemptuous look, nor could Catherine disguise her excitement at the idea of turning the girl into her porn character. For all the halcyon days spent together, they knew that, in a single gaze, their friendship had lost all meani… 続きを読む

Jennie was dead. The opposing truck's headlights had morphed into a great white expanse after the deafening crash. There had been no pain, not even any sensation beyond utter surprise. Some drunk wanker had taken a turn way too hard and fast, right into the only other vehicle driving around at this ungodly hour. And wham, that was it for Jennie van Sant, and her best friend Catherine Belmont. Cause of death : Loss of third dimension. A shame, really, but Jennie always knew her last words would go something like "FU-". She lived fast, loose and without much of a plan. She had been an emac… 続きを読む

With best regards to my roommate Catherine, visit her profile: http://xhamster.com/user/catherine-belmont I sat on my room working as I did most days, concentrating as I typed, a soft clicking sound filling the quiet afternoon. I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw the girl crawling out of the door. A sigh escaped my lips. Cat had been *****sant this morning, pawing at my for food, circling in and out of my feet trying to get attention and now, I was sure, she wanted a specific type of attention. It had to be the cooler weather that was making my little cat so frisky. Frustrated… 続きを読む