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.
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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 ...
A short story to accompany "A Sister Of Battle, A Slave Of Slaanesh". (Now with pictures included!)
(WARNING: Contains Dubcon, Mind Break, and Tentacle Sex)
Sister Serena knew she should have purged the heretical text with cleansing fire the moment she set eyes upon it. But something drew her forward, closer to the black altar and the daemonic tome that lay upon its obsidian surface. Had she not been cut off from her Battle Sisters on the surface and trapped alone in this subterranean lair, she would have resisted, bolstered by their presence. But the breathless whispers she had heard since setting foot in this profane temple spoke to… deeper, hidden parts of her. Those whispers now coalesced into images at the forefront of her thoughts; promises of fulfilment she had never known and dreams made reality. Yes… the dreams. She knew of what the whispers referred to; sinful thoughts that she had kept hidden from her Order since she was a Novice, that would have seen her condemned to a Penitent Engine were they ever discovered. Lustful fantasies that crept into her mind in the dead of night as she lay alone in her cell, no matter how hard she prayed or tried to supress them. Fantasies not of simple ...
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.
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Serena murmured softly. She was having a pleasant dream. Unaware of what was happening to her or where she was.
".. The open zipper in front goes all the way back beyond her anus and even the base of the prosthetic tail. But, like I covered earlier, the suit is basically her skin. To the subject, it will feel like we're touching her skin when we rub her on her suit. She will feel naked wherever she is. The idea of the zipper is that it will make her feel and look even more exposed. This is 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.
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Inside Sadie's head, something else was taking place. She was in a dark space. What kept happening to her in real life translated into an extended hellscape in her dreams. But not in the aspect of pain, but purely from the visceral imagery. the taste of perversion and corruption. The universe itself raping her. Turning all of her pockets of comfort into diabolical instruments, part of the inhumane machination of her doom. As she was floating in the weightlessness of space, the only forces of gravity would be those between her and the different phallic objects ...
