1. A Scarred Wonderland


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

    Everything blurs by in neon waves. The thing about nightmares though, especially the ones given frightening life, is that there’s nowhere to run to. My stiletto boots catch on a jutting root and I tackle the ground. I try fighting when cold hands pull me onto my back. I’m just a painter though. She easily pins my arms to my side. “Silly, bird.” She clucks her tongue as she straddles me. “I’m not cruel you know. Not like him .” Her gray eyes storm. I know now whom she means. I wish I didn’t. “Fuck you,” I spit. She grins wide, teeth impossibly white. “Let’s play a game you and I.” Her hand glides down the corset and under my tattered skirt. “When you beg me for it,” cold fingers trace up and down my slit, “you lose.” “You’re fucking twisted, you crazy bitch,” I snarl. She taps my nose. “We’re all twisted here, Taryn.” My tattoo burns to life. “Especially the ones that can’t admit it.” Her fingers keep tracing and I bite down a moan. Not that it matters. I’m sure she can feel the thin fabric starting to dampen already. “There won’t even be losers,” she whispers in my ear. “So much better than a silly game of chess.” I think of struggling again, but the monster inside me is waking up, responding to the girl’s feather cold touch. My blood boils. Alternatives don’t exist in nightmares. I have to play. And the fucked up thing is… part of me wants to play. “Of course you do,” she teases, thumbing my clit. I gasp. “And if I win?” “I’ll let you forget. That’s what you want, isn’t ...
    it? Back to the fake, idyllic life I should have had. Back to being his perfect little puppet, dancing on his tainted strings.” ‘Jump right down into hell and see if you take a shine to Satan hisself.’ “Or we could just sin together,” the girl says. I shiver and look up close at her for the first time. Her powder blue shirt has a rabbit with a machete and a line of text. -Don’t Fuck with Bunnies- I want to know what’s under that mask. But I think I already do. She snaps her fingers and the light winks out. VI. All around me, oversized mushrooms shimmer electric blue, the tops contracting and expanding out like giant jellyfish pulsing through the ocean. The demon inside me rattles its leash, pleading to be cut free. I slap it away. Something far more powerful has my attention. A cacophony of voices echoes in hypnotic melodies. The sound is velvety smooth and frayed at the edges, like melted dark chocolate and cheap vodka. Their music washes over me like a warm desert with a side of ice cream. It’s not so much a song as it is a symphony: dark, alien, slithering, and tantalizingly erotic. My knees part and my hips rise off the ground. A cool hand palms my superheated mound and presses me back into the earth. There’s already a keening cry on my tongue. Her ivory mask is wet ice against my ear. “Shhh, I love this part,” she whispers. It only takes a second that lasts an eon to know why. Dark fractals of rainbow mist twist and bend down from a crumbling sky. Doorways, I think. No. ...
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