1. A Scarred Wonderland


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: MadMartigan, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    !” the voices jeer. Who the fuck would apologize for not remembering that? Not living that? Thump. Thump. Five hundred more lies. I wonder what I’ll look like when this chrysalis cracks open. Nothing angelic. Nothing beautiful. I know that now. I’m insane. Not delusional. I picture tattered wings oozing from my back like tar. Canines sharpened to fangs. Tongue forked. Flaming eyes and unquenchable lusts for hard dick to suck the energy from. You know that type of monster. Succubus. Demon. Hellion. The mirror-like surface above me shimmers like ripples of a vicious liquid. A hand reaches down into the abyss, grabs hold, and yanks me up into the light. I fall into shallow water. It hisses and sizzles upon contact with my superheated skin. I try getting up, but my feet tangle. I fall back into the water and steam rises in a thick cloud. I close my eyes and just lay there as the water evaporates around me, hoping it might take me with it as it rises up out of this nightmare. “Now that’s delusional,” a youthful voice calls out, “and totally unimaginative.” The steam thins and I open my eyes. Large flakes of ash float down around me like burnt leaves. I look up. A giant playing card hovers above me. The scorched outline of a woman in a Victorian-style bubble skirt glows an angry reddish orange. In the corner is a smeared Q with a bleeding, misshapen heart beneath it. Queen of Hearts. “I hope you weren’t still hoping you might be the heroine in this story, T. A sweet, innocent ...
    girl like Alice just doesn’t suit us. I think the Red Queen fits perfectly. Villainous. Insane. Unfathomably sexy. Being bad is so much more fun, right?” I try struggling to my feet again and my legs wobble on spiked heels. “Come on out. It’s perfectly unsafe.” A bell like laugh rings out, clear and true. O/o\O My ears fill with mocking applause when I finally swing a leather-clad leg over the lip of the evaporated creek. “Someone deserves an award for climbing out of a creek bed wearing knee high stiletto boots. The others were shit at it. You’re not as helpless as you look, are you?” I snort. My hands and knees are caked with red earth and a thin film of sweat makes my skin shine. I look up from my kneeling position in the grass to find the voice. A slim figure hangs upside down from a thick tree branch, a crimson curtain of hair spilling out like blood from the back of an ivory mask. A powder blue top rides high on her chest, revealing an expanse of tan skin. A sickly green gem sparkles at her navel. She’s humming along, seemingly oblivious to my approach as she thumbs through a leather bound book. “Eff’in amazing what our mind records, huh?” The masked figure swings back and forth from the branch, never looking up from the book. I struggle forward; the spiked heels make my knees wobble and shudder. “Twisted thoughts and nasty fantasies,” the voice continues. “Every dark little deed. They’re all there if you know where to dig.” She stops on a torn page and runs a finger down ...
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