Waiting patiently at the head of the table, Dean greeted each man who entered the room with a cordial smile. Naturally there was no warmth to it; he had little fondness for any of the men taking their seats, but this was business and it was only customary to mask one’s true emotions, even if said mask was all but transparent. He did, however, inject his smile with a note
‘Welcome,’ came Madison’s voice, and the four of them looked up to see their boss standing at the top of the spiral staircase which rose up in front of them. Having only ever seen her in her daily business dress, it took them all a moment to recognise the stunning woman smiling down at them. In her short, tight white dress and towering heels she looked an entirely different woman,
Stamping her feet to ward off the cold, Ebony trudged through the snow wearing a scowl that might as well have been frozen in place. She couldn’t stand Christmas. For one thing even with half a dozen layers clutched tightly about her body the biting cold of the winter air still somehow managed to chill her to her bones. But it wasn’t the weather that she hated the most. It
Doctor Peterson stared forlornly at the image that filled the screen. The young woman was undoubtedly beautiful. Her blue-dyed hair was a bright contrast against the red of her Santa hat and she appeared to be singing along to a tune he could not hear. Running her manicured fingers up and down her body she stroked her soft skin and traced her curves with her silver nails. In the process
‘Dude, are you okay?’ By now Kyle was seriously worried. It was as though his friend was no longer in there. Benji seemed to have vanished completely, and in his place was somebody Kyle no longer knew. In his new feminine form, Benji’s tongue lolled from his mouth and his eyes rolled back as he dribbled a string of saliva onto the fur rug. For a moment his eyes were
Hank turned his head away in embarrassment and desperately tried not to swallow any of the piss that was splashing across his – well… her – face. She was already soaked with it, her black silk shirt sodden and stinking, and as it coursed down her cheeks it was combined with her tears. As much as she tried to, she could not ignore the laughter of the men who had
Coming to a stop deep into the twisting maze of corridors, Safiya huffed furiously and slapped her palm against the wall in an attempt to dispel her anger. It didn’t work. With every passing moment she grew more and more irate and her cheeks were flushed with rage. Ever since they had left the museum, Kosey and Husani had been treating her like no more than a lowly apprentice, but
Pushing the cart along the silent corridor, Cody yawned and glanced at his watch. Scoffing hollowly he rolled his eyes. Quarter to midnight. Who ordered room service at quarter to fucking midnight? Perhaps he might have been a little more agreeable to the request if it had been a large room or a more sizeable order, but he had checked the room log and the order. Just the one guy,
Somewhere in the dark he heard the faint sound of a door opening and closing and he immediately wrestled against his restraints. The thick rope wrapped around his chest rubbed his underarms painfully, and it had not slackened any in the time since he had regained consciousness shortly before. Twisting behind his back the rope soared into the rafters and ensured that he remained standing. He was stood on a
Trigger Warning: This story plays on the horror notes of zombie narratives in a sexual way. It includes potentially triggering scenes of non-consensual acts. If you feel you may find these offensive do not read this piece. I do not condone any such acts, this is purely for the purposes of the supernatural/horror narrative. The streets were deserted as the sirens sounded, blaring out a warning to all that the
