1. A Scarred Wonderland


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

    shimmers back and forth from navy to violet. I try turning away, boiling and freezing with unwanted emotions of disgust and enchantment. But strong fingers capture my jaw and hold me in place. “No.” The voice above me is a black pit of greed. “No. No.” The demon in me howls. The leash stretches. I can sense the chains weakening. “Want.” The word is a distorted chant that echoes into the infinite. “Want.” More voices pick up the chant and the symphony returns with decadent splendor, slithering over me like slippery tendrils. I can hear gongs smashing, violins screeching, trumpets wailing, the beautiful notes all plunging into hateful sin. “Want!” Mad giggles ring out. Soft hands stroke my ears and tear away the blindfold. The crimson haired viper returns, slate eyes blazing through the dueling visage of her ivory mask. “It’s time to join the filth,” she purrs. “If you won’t let it out, I will.” She crawls forward on her knees, straddling my head. I look up and see a small teardrop of fur between her legs that flickers like blue flame. “Excuse me,” she laughs, dragging her cold crotch over my forehead, piercing herself on my sharp nose with an exaggerated moan, before settling smoothly over my mouth. A syrupy glaze leaks out of her flared lips as she gyrates slowly over my sealed lips. I yelp when she reaches back and gives my wet hair a rough tug. “Don’t waste it,” she hisses. “I’ve been saving myself… just for you.” My mouth opens, grudgingly at first, then desperately, my ...
    tongue folding inside her creaming slit. Her musky sweetness is strawberry ice cream and chocolate lava cake. It’s liquid arousal that exists only in dreams. “This is my wonderland,” she cackles above me. “My twisted, scarred wonderland. And everything is exactly how I want it to be. I never said you’d have a fighting chance.” Fingers trace over the crisscrossing scar between my breasts. The air bends and vibrates. She starts to sing, mixing textured notes with the phantoms’ cresting symphony. Time warps. The fevered itch becomes delirium. Delirium becomes a higher state of being. The chains in my mind sizzle and smoke, the leash melting to black tar. “HEAT!” The word is a roar of elation as the cold, forgotten mushroom head skewers me, barreling forward until it bumps unceremoniously against my womb. Insanity smothers me in an embrace that is frighteningly delicious. My body shudders in unholy pleasure. Burn. Burn. Burn. Burn. Fucking burn, you selfish whore. The movements are violently meteoritic, heavy balls slapping against my pale ass like comets peppering the moon. Smack. Smack. Smack. The crimson haired devil’s hips spin like a broken carousel. Fast. Out of control. “Drink me,” she screams. “Eat me!” I wish I could say I put up a fight. I wish I could say I didn’t give her what she wanted. That I just closed my mouth and let her gyrate in angry frustration. But sanity slunk off a long time ago. Was never there. I wasn’t even me anymore. I never was. I let go. And the ...
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