“No thoughts,” his voice said over and over in her head, “just cock.”
God, it felt good to be like this. Soft and weak, on her knees like… like a pet, like a… a good girl. She couldn’t seem to think except in words he’d given her. She …
“No thoughts,” his voice said over and over in her head, “just cock.”
God, it felt good to be like this. Soft and weak, on her knees like… like a pet, like a… a good girl. She couldn’t seem to think except in words he’d given her. She …
“That’s right,” Gloria said, passing her hand in front of Kat’s blank, placid face. “Eyes-open sleep.”
Gloria couldn’t believe how beautiful Kat looked like this—naked, soft, warm, and luscious, so deeply hypnotized her big blue eyes were open, seeing nothing, even as her conscious mind was …
Look, don’t get me wrong. I definitely want to make your brains drip out your cunt, leaving you locked in place on your knees, trembling and obedient, awaiting the snap of Master’s fingers.
But I also want you to be a happy, healthy, independent human being.
So forget …
It makes sense when you think about it: of course porn stars would date each other—who else would be able to put up with that lifestyle? It was like cops and EMTs; normal people don’t get it.
“That’s right. So focused, so deep in each other’s …
Crystal stirred—had she been asleep? the room was warm and lit by a soft pinkish glow from the edges of the floor and ceiling. There was the deliciously comfortable cot inviting her back into the sexy dreams that were already slithering away from her memory, and there was a …
Sindra kept taking pictures, trying to ignore the growing wetness in her panties. She didn’t know what was up—she was a professional, and she’d photographed tons of models, with all sorts of bodies, clothed, naked, and in-between. But there was something about Victoria… she couldn’t put …
“Oh! I-I’m sorry, Mister Webster! I was just… I was… um…”
From the looks of it, you were trying to do something on my computer, Miss Dodson. But what are you doing on the desk?
“I… I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me, I …
It was almost finished. She was almost perfect.
The woman floated in the absolute bliss of silver, silver that ran up and down her spinal column, remaking her inside and out. The shiny, slippery new skin coating and replacing—perfecting—her body tingled with pleasure. Before, in the pink-time she …
Maria hated cleaning. She’d always hated it, from the time her mother started making her tidy up around the house—“You’re old enough to start contributing around here!”—to when she’d moved out for college and realized if she didn’t keep the dorm room at least …
It was all, Sonya reflected, such a terrible cliché.
Of course, no one needs to get a boob job, and no one needs to get lip injections. And, as important as fitness is for your health, no one needs to be spend fifteen hours a week at the gym, maintaining …
She lay in the dark, and The Voice began to whisper. It drifted with her fingers along her naked skin, across the zebra-stripes of light and dark that the window blinds left along her thighs and breasts, raising goosebumps along her dark sensitive curves. The Voice stirred a hunger deep …
David realized he was awake when he noticed the familiar sensation of tightness in his boxer briefs. He’d been dreaming about… something, it was already beyond his reach, and he sighed. It seemed too early to be awake, from the light; he’d probably woken before his alarm went …
It felt strangely natural, being on display.
Chloe hadn’t done anything like this before, she was pretty sure of it; modelling lingerie for a room full of strangers—men and women—all staring intently at her body, whispering to each other. She was sure that, if she tried hard …
Brooke was waiting for you. It wasn’t a surprise, really, but… well, yeah. It was a surprise. Sure, she’d agreed to spend her day off listening to that recording you made. And you knew she was into the whole idea, the whole “this will brainwash you into my …
“But you can’t actually turn women into fuckdolls. For that matter, what does ‘fuckdoll’ even mean??”
She filled out the dress beautifully. Hands on her hips. Leaning forward slightly. He smirked, mentally replacing her scowl with a come-hither look. It wasn’t hard; he wasn’t even looking at …
It was so hard to think about anything.
She was getting used to it, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of her throat, over and over.
There was a quiet tinkling sound in her ears, like distant wind chimes. The sound was so soothing she felt like she …
As she strutted back down the hall, she ran her hands through her long, dark ponytail. Hadn’t she just done this? The cold, empty hallway seemed so… familiar, like she’d been here before. Recently.
The air was chilly against her tanned skin in every place except where the …
Oh, God, it was good… but… was this really what she wanted? When Becky—no, it was Becki, now, with an I—when her roommate came home with two big pink shopping bags and it was clear she’d worn the glossy spike heels she only owned as a joke …
Selene had wondered about her sister. When the two of them were alone, Amanda just wouldn’t stop talking about her new boyfriend. How wonderful he was, how sexy. She would sigh and get a dreamy look on her face like they were both still teenagers, crushing on their Social-Studies …
They’d told her to avoid the green corridor. No one ever escaped that way, but a few had disappeared trying. Irina decided, though, that whatever waited for her there couldn’t be worse than the Experiments.
At first, they didn’t let the subjects sleep. It was like the …