The following is a 300+ pages illustrated story. all characters are over the age of 18, and the story surrounds two step-sisters that are not of actual blood connection. The story contains several dark parts and has different horror and violent aspects to it. None of which is for the purpose of cheap snuff, but rather, to depict the cruelty and merciless nature of the underground world of debauchery. The world is a fictional one, and it does not share our world's history or development.
Page 001
The manor was in the middle of the woods, far from city and noise.
Lira was sold at the Grand Auction. a little over 990k was the price paid for her ownership. When it came to the trade of 'livestock', it could at times be very loud and uncomfortable. Thus there were a handful of private properties in the outskirts of the city repurposed to be transaction sites. Places where the sold goods could be transferred in a private environment.
Sadie Louis was shaking with excitement. She had, from the sidelines, watched Lira's videos. She was completely taken by the once-proud ...
The following is a 300+ pages illustrated story. all characters are over the age of 18, and the story surrounds two step-sisters that are not of actual blood connection. The story contains several dark parts and has different horror and violent aspects to it. None of which is for the purpose of cheap snuff, but rather, to depict the cruelty and merciless nature of the underground world of debauchery. The world is a fictional one, and it does not share our world's history or development.
Page 037
"Wakey wakey, bitch. It's time for Trevor to get his share of the spoils." He whispered in a hostile manner.
Firmly holding on to the whip in his right hand, he slowly approached the unconscious body of the fragile girl.
There was a reason for why he had removed the collar.
Dying from anticipation, he wanted to savor this moment of calm before she awoke.
His cameras were all recording. His little studio was built for this sort of gig.
Page 038
Sadie groaned.
through the veil of a heavy headache ...
The following is a 300+ pages illustrated story. all characters are over the age of 18, and the story surrounds two step-sisters that are not of actual blood connection. The story contains several dark parts and has different horror and violent aspects to it. None of which is for the purpose of cheap snuff, but rather, to depict the cruelty and merciless nature of the underground world of debauchery. The world is a fictional one, and it does not share our world's history or development.
Page 139
Sadie and Serena shared in the afterglow of the sex. They had connected in a way far deeper and more sensual than ever before possible.
"Are you okay, dear step-sister?" Serena asked.
"Yes. More than ever, my sweet sis. We're not... Directly related... So this isn't weird." She giggled. They both spoke with such audible emotion. Like their souls were laid bare.
"What are these lights? I can take you in to do a quick check at the..." Serena was interrupted. Sadie shushed her. Sadie knew that Serena, as a nurse, would not rest before understanding what had happened to ...
The following is a 300+ pages illustrated story. all characters are over the age of 18, and the story surrounds two step-sisters that are not of actual blood connection. The story contains several dark parts and has different horror and violent aspects to it. None of which is for the purpose of cheap snuff, but rather, to depict the cruelty and merciless nature of the underground world of debauchery. The world is a fictional one, and it does not share our world's history or development.
Page 232
A week had gone by. Sadie's wounds were all healed, and her master was waiting for her to wake up.
As Sadie slowly came to, her fingers sought out her own wet holes. With instinctual automation, she started rubbing herself, while suckling on her own thumb.
She took small breaks from sucking, as she opened her mouth to breathe in a quiet, but snorting sound, before continuing to snack on her own pink thumb.
She had her senses restored, even her nose was unplugged, but muscle memory kept her previous habits alive.
Her master slowly massaged her neck and throat with a ...
