Throwing himself in harm’s way, Jason must now do battle with some of the Order’s stronger forces. Cuts, bruises, lasers, shields, magic, and more will fly and through it all, a new rival may emerge for Jason.Read More...
After traveling to the festival in Gamberton, Jason hopes to take a vacation from his troubles and let loose. With Veina as his tour guide in a mamano’s version of an amusement park, Jason won’t soon forget this little “day of fun”. Deviously clever Veina will make sure of that…Read More...
More problems arise for Jason after finding out Veina’s little secret. With a Demon now setting her sights on him, Jason tries to keep his wits together and his pants on. But a Demon like Veina just loves a challenge. Can Jason keep Veina from driving him nuts, or will she crack his stubborn will?Read More...
Jason fights his way out of more troublesome predicaments in order to keep his hopes of returning to Earth alive. But Jason learns that he’s not the only one with secrets. His life in this world was about to change forever.Read More...
Finding out that more portals will open in the not to distant future, Jason must make a decision: drink away his problems or face them head-on. But maybe going a few rounds with a bigger adversary may help him clear his head, or just lose it.Read More...
Scavenging anything he could from the wormhole portal, Jason adapts to life in the new world. But a displaced, wise-guy is bound to stand out to the sex addicts and looneys. And big trouble looms on the horizon.Read More...
A portal to another world full of horny, lust-filled monster girls and the smart-ass “hero” who happened to fall into it. Hijinks ensue as he tries to adapt, survive, and avoid getting violated.Read More...
In the smoking undead metropolis of Transylvanna, anything can happen. And as Owen, our protagonist, is about to find out, that’s scarcely a good thing. Meandering into the cutthroat world he thought he knew in search of breathing space, Owen soon finds himself, along with the local gang of indentured misfits that call themselves the local press, entangled in a plot most fowl.
Sylphie didn’t respond. Then, quietly, she asked, “Do you like it here, pet?”
Owen was silent, staring downwards. Below them, next to Sylphie’s booted foot, was a thigh high stocking. It belonged to Sylphie. But it was in Owen’s room. And it was, for lack of a better adjective, crusty.
It had been the classiest wank Owen had ever had. He never came. He arrived.
“I’ve never seen outside.” Owen muttered, slowly trying to push it under the bed.
“My mother bought you young.” She said quietly. “From a slave trader. For me. You were to be my human playmate. It’s an, uhm, tradition. That’s where you came from. That’s why we met.”
Owen was quiet. Slowly, he said, “I didn’t know that.”
He couldn’t see Sylphie’s face in the dark. He could see her eyes, red and womanly. It made him feel strange, like he should be scared, but he wasn’t. He felt safe. For a moment, he wondered how red eyes floating in the darkness could be seen as a bad thing. The stocking was under the bed now, but it could be further under the bed. She could still notice it. She could smell it. How had she not smelled it?
“You were meant to be my personal slave. You did everything I said, because that’s how you were taught. More recently, you appear to have forgotten that.”
Something buried in the back of Owen’s mind began to resurface. Had he displeased her? This wasn’t good – “S-Sylphia, I’m really sorry if-“
“I’m glad you’ve forgotten.” She whispered. “It must be terrible, being a slave.”
“Yeah.” Owen responded, after a moment, still trying to push the stocking away. “It must be.”
“O-Owen?” She asked, her searching glare losing its focus, looking off somewhere into the darkness behind him as she released his hand. Owen heard his own name, but didn’t quite process it. No, that couldn’t have been Sylphia. Sylphia wouldn’t say-
“Would you like to kiss me?”Read More...
-One unlucky man wakes up to find himself in the worst testing environment since Aperture Science-
Groggy and uncomfortable, John awoke. This was a mistake, as the fierce glare of the fluorescent lights above him burned into his retinas, making him instinctively roll to his side and tightly shut his eyes. The after image remained, as did the dull pain, and in his half-awake daze he swore never to open them again.
Naturally, it was a promise he couldn’t keep. You can’t just lay around on the floor all day, especially when the floor in question is hard, cold – and as it dawned on John once he had become more wakeful – not his usual sleeping arrangement. Coming to the conclusion that he’d passed out in the kitchen after a night of drinking, he slowly opened his eyes once more, taking great care to shield them from the blinding light with his arm.
Squinting and still hazy with sleep, he sat up and assessed the room around him, slowly adjusting to the light. Both the walls and floor in this tiny room were grimy and worn, as if the place was abandoned long ago. That ruled out the kitchen then, this place was far too clean.
Still unsure of his whereabouts, he staggered to his feet, becoming increasingly aware that something was very wrong. Maybe it was the old television monitor and camera fixed to the wall, maybe it was the strange machine sitting and humming ominously in the centre of the room…
Or maybe it was that the only door to this windowless place was a closed steel shutter.
“HELLO!?” He called out, faintly hoping this was some sort of prank. He was new to his job and for all he knew this office could have some really advanced hazing traditions. “IS ANYONE THERE!?”
The ancient monitor burst into life. A pretty, yet emotionless pale face filled the screen. It stared impassively at John with red, slightly glowing eyes. It’s mouth opened mechanically and began to talk in a distorted growl:
“Hello, John. I want to play a game.”Read More...
-Anon wants to make a horror film starring real monsters but quickly learns their “talents” lie elsewhere-
“Get off me, GET OFF ME!” The man screams, as the shambling hoard greedily lunges at his flesh. The mass of writhing bodies collapses onto the floor on top of their victim as he howls bitterly in despair. Cold, pale hands hungrily claw all over his body, desperately pulling and tearing wherever they can as their prey screams and struggles against inevitability.
One inhumanly strong hand greedily clutches its victim by the shoulder and its owner crawls up to the desperately thrashing man’s face. The creature opens its mouth full of razor sharp teeth and-
Affectionately nuzzles his neck
“Oh for fu- CUT!” This is the fourth time this afternoon. I don’t care if it takes all day, these girls are going to do it right.
“But I thought that went really well!” The Zombie pouts, still straddling her victim.
I get up off my directors chair. It’s technically a carp fishing chair, but it helps me feel like the real thing. It’ll have to make do until I prove myself through this project. “Where’s the aggression? Where’s the inhumanity?”
“Well, I am raping him, you can’t get more aggressive than that!” She argues, hands on hips. I can see this isn’t going to be easy.
“What? No, you’re supposed to be eating him.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
“Obviously not for real!” Fuck Craigslist, these extras are terrible even by the usual standard. “Grab a bunch of those organs over there and just cram them in your mouth, like you’re-”
“BUT I’M VEGETARIAN!”
“Wait, we’re the bad guys?”Read More...