The tall, dark man in his crisp, dark suit, titled back his head and sighed with satisfaction. The teeth that composed his smile flickered briefly, fading to sharp, triangular replacements that glinted in the light, and his eyes flooded with crimson. A long, forked tongue darted from his mouth and licked his lips before zipping back in again. Gradually the hue of his skin faded into a deep scarlet. The
For all the technology and science that humanity strove to develop, it was in fact the advancements in sexual technologies and sciences that drove the human race to the state of peace, prosperity and utopia that had for millennia seemed unobtainable. Through extensive work, the nature of humanity to crave after sexual intimacy was taken as the unifying factor across every corner of the species, and once this unification was
‘Tell me who your supplier is!’ roared the man, bringing the flog down hard on her bare stomach. The stinging pain lanced through her torso and she screamed loudly, though there was nobody for miles to hear her. She was tied spread-eagled to a wall by her wrists and ankles and the consistent beating at the hands of the man had left her sweating uncontrollably such that her skin was
Clearly the woman was disappointed in what she was seeing, and though he had only just stumbled from the fetid confines of the delivery truck – a place worse than any he could think of – her iron glare already made him wish he had stayed on board. She was encased almost head to toe in black latex, a tight corset pulling in her waist, with the only visible flesh
Rubbing his face into the woman’s ass, both of them laughed coldly. As the brunette woman – the one who had called herself Mistress M – held his face there, the dark-haired woman whose ass was crushing his nose, and who had identified herself as Mistress S, coiled a hand around and gripped his hair tightly. Ordinarily, he would have found both women intensely attractive. Mistress S’ black corset was
Amber could not deny she was nervous. It was difficult not to be when you were sat alone in a clinically white waiting room with just your thoughts for company. Though she may not have known what exactly to expect, she at least had an idea, and she didn’t think anything had terrified her more in her entire life. The white tiles of the wall beside her were so clean
As soon as she had first met her new husband’s daughter, Megan, Sienna had been able to tell that she would have to make some big changes to the girl. Constantly spoiled by her father’s incredible wealth, she could either be found lounging around the house, out in the expansive gardens riding her horses, or boasting about what she had bought on her latest shopping spree. Sienna particularly hated it
Note: you can thank the brilliant Evie Hyde for this story, so enjoy it and then read more about her down below. Poring over the bizarre pages of the book, Holly’s confusion only deepened. It was the strangest book she had ever seen, and to think it had been hidden away in the recesses of their attic for who knows how long simply added to her intrigue. While large segments
She couldn’t remember how long she had been there. She couldn’t remember how she had got there. She couldn’t even remember where there was. Instead, the programming process had stripped her of everything. Every memory, every aspiration, every thought of home. If somebody had asked her where she had grown up, she would not have been able to tell them. She wouldn’t have even been able to tell them her
Ava sat sullenly at the bar, staring deep into her empty glass as though if she looked hard enough it would swallow her up. Glancing down the bar, she could see Elias on the dance floor, a beautiful young woman grinding up against him and giggling girlishly as he whispered something into her ear. Often Ava wished she was the type of girl to confront her boyfriend about his serial
