Monday, December 28, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 7

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4Part 5, Part 6

A devil was on top of him.

His dick was inside her.

Devin moved to throw her off.  Boo chuckled and slammed her ass down.  She had him pinned at the hips and elbows.

“Don’t you like this?”  She wriggled her ass, rubbing the folds of her vagina around his cock.

“Get off!”

He struggled beneath her and tried to throw her off to no avail.

“Too late now,” Boo smiled.  “Your prick is in my hungry wet cunt.”

Her vagina clenched tightly around him.  He heard a disgusting wet slurping sound.  The walls of her vagina undulated against him like a mouth sucking liquid up a straw.  His thrashing grew weaker.  Boo rode his bucking form with serene calm.  Devin felt like his limbs were filling up with molten lead.  It was harder and harder to move them.  She was draining his strength, he realised, drawing it up out of him with her vagina.

“Mmm, better,” Boo murmured as Devin’s struggles ceased.

She resumed bouncing up and down on Devin’s shaft.  The hot flesh of her sex rippled unnaturally around his cock.  It didn’t matter how horrified he was by what she was, the expert ministrations of her vagina kept his cock full of blood and throbbing.

“You made my dear Caco look foolish,” Boo said.  “That’s a bad mistake for a human to make.”

She came down all the way on Devin and the thick, fleshy walls of her vagina clenched and tugged.  Her inner walls fluttered against him, threatening to drive him mad with the pleasure.  Boo sat astride him with her arms folded beneath her big breasts and revelled in the superiority her body had over him.

“I think I’d have broken the glamour even if Cacodoughovorax hadn’t asked me to,” she said.  “It’s so much more fun when they try to fight.”

She resumed riding him with lithe bounces.  The stroking sensations of her wet pussy dragged him up maddening peaks of pleasure.

“Mmm, you can’t hold back much longer.  I can feel it.”

Her ass came down and wriggled.  Her pussy squeezed.  This time he felt it in every fibre of his being.  He bucked and writhed beneath her like a fish caught on a line.

“Let it go,” Boo breathed.  “Fill my hungry wet cunt.”

Devin couldn’t hold out any longer, couldn’t resist the pulsing ministrations of her vagina.  He screwed his eyes shut and gasped as his cock throbbed and released a thick rope of semen into her.  At the other end of that rope was Devin.  Boo grabbed it and began to reel him in with wet rhythmic squeezes of her sex.

She reached down to caress the side of Devin’s cheek.

“I’ll be slow and gentle,” she said.  Her other hand grasped and squeezed one of her swollen tits.  “I’ll make it last all night before I finally suck you dry.”

Devin felt a euphoric glow in the aftermath of climaxing, but he also felt like he was burning up with it.  And he hadn’t finished climaxing.  Boo’s pussy continued to squeeze and coax more semen from his throbbing cock.  She really was sucking out all his fluids.

“I thought Carny said you weren’t to go after me,” Devin wheezed.

Boo pouted her lips and blew him a kiss.  Her vagina similarly bunched up around his cock and sucked another big load of semen—life—out of his body.

“Carnivrillarofax told Cacodoughovorax not to go after you.  He’s a daemon of Wrath.  I’m a daemon of Lust.  We belong to different dominions of hell.  Carnivrillarofax has no hold on me.”

“No, but I do.”

The voice came out of the corner of the room.  Devin looked over and saw there was another devil woman in the room.  She was casually sitting in his chair and watching them.

Okay, so I lied last week.  We're not done yet.  To be continued...

Thursday, December 24, 2015

New Monster Girl Thingy Demo from Toro Toro Resistance

Toro Toro Resistance (とろとろレジスタンス) is the person(s?) responsible for the excellent Monster Girl Quest series of games.  You might remember them - I spent a couple of months earlier this year blogging a full playthrough of the most recent, Monster Girl Quest: Paradox!  For the last couple of months on their blog they've been posting screenshots and tidbits from another project.  Today more info went up on their website, including a link to a trial version.

No idea what the exact title of this is.

As for what this is, I don't think it's a game with the same complexity as MGQ:P.  From a brief look at the demo it appears to be a series of scenarios organised using the same encyclopaedia UI and engine from the original Monster Girl Quest.

She's probably going to eat us...
There are two monster girls with brand new artwork - a Sea Anemone Girl and a Blue Slime Girl.  Both are straight Bad End scenes with various H-artwork.  The only player interaction is a "Choose You Own Bad End" option from the Sea Anemone Girl.  From the website it sounds like the finished product will have 33 different encounters.  I look forward to seeing what warped sexiness Toro Toro Resistance throws at us next.

Blue slime girls are a little friendlier... sometimes...

New here?  Like what you saw in Toro Toro Resistance's demo?  Maybe I can interest you in an English language short story take on a Sea Anemone Girl and a Slime Girl.

(this might be the only time I get to match and possibly outsquick something put out by Toro Toro Resistance :) )

Monday, December 21, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 6

Part 1Part 2Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

“Let’s fuck,” she said in breathy whisper.

That sounded like a brilliant idea to Devin.  His thoughts were still fuddled by fog, only now it felt like the steam given out by a hot bath, or the condensation left on the window of a car as two lovers got it on inside.

The next few moments were a haze as both removed the rest of their clothes.  Devin was driven back to his bed, Boo kissing him all the way.  Then he was lying naked on top of his bed with Boo lying naked on top of him.  She covered him like a warm duvet as she rained hot kisses down on his neck and face.  She was hot, really hot in the physical sense.  That heat was sinking down into him.  He was heating up... heating up until it felt like steam was boiling off him.

“This is how succubi apologise,” Boo murmured.  “We do it with our bodies.”

Boo’s sensual lips found his and worked against them.  Her tongue squeezed through and entangled with his.  It felt like she was breathing fire into him.

His cock twitched and flexed against the warm body lying on top of it.  It wanted more.  It wanted to be inside her rather than pressed up against her.

Boo wanted it too.  “Time to put your delicious big cock in my hungry wet cunt,” she breathed.

She sat up and straddled Devin.  No longer pinned down, his cock sprang to attention.  Boo stared down at it.  Her soft brown eyes were suddenly dark and hungry.  She wrapped warm hands around Devin’s shaft and twisted up and down in silky-smooth strokes.

“Do you want to be eaten up by my hungry wet cunt?”

Did he?

He must do as his head was nodding up and down.

Boo rose up above him.  Heat cascaded down from her gaping vagina and tickled his sensitised skin.  Foggily he thought something wasn’t quite right with her sex—the lips too thick and fleshy; the interior too red; the whole thing too hungry.  And then those thick and fleshy lips were wrapping around the swollen head of his cock and she was descending down on him.  His cock was completely enveloped in moist flesh and his worries smothered with it.  Hot flesh packed around his cock, as soft—if not softer—than the boobs his face had been wedged between earlier.

Boo gave out a low, satisfied moan as her sex engulfed his full length.  Devin moaned with her.  She was so tight and hot inside.

“Oh yes, now lie back and enjoy it while my hungry wet cunt milks out all your cum.”

That seemed like a very good idea to Devin as well.

In the mirror at the back of the room he watched Boo’s sweet ass rise up and down as she began fucking him in earnest.  Her labia puffed wide with each downstroke as she swallowed up Devin’s erection.  She was so tight inside, yet silky-smooth enough for his erection to slide back and forth with just enough friction to stroke his arousal higher and higher.

Devin watched the perfect curves of her breasts sway and bob with the motions of her body.  He reached up to clutch and squeeze them.  Boo squeezed him back as the cushioned walls of her sex contracted against his cock.

Boo put her hands over his and pressed them into the soft pillows of her tits.  “Mmm, I could leave you in this blissful trance while I drain all your life, but Cacodoughovorax wanted you to be fully aware during your final moments.”

She took his hands away from her bobbing breasts and pinned them to the mattress.  Still with her hips moving up and down on Devin, she folded her upper body over his.  At first he thought she was going to kiss him.  Instead she lightly blew in his face.

The fog cleared.

Devin looked up into the face of a demon.  It was the same blonde girl he’d admired from afar in the university bar, but some of her features had changed.  Her eyes were red and shone as if alight.  Devil horns poked up through her blonde hair.  The bone structure of her face had subtly altered—the angles had become sharper.  Still beautiful, but clearly unearthly.

A devil was on top of him.

His dick was inside her.

Oh Boo, couldn't you have been one of the nice ones.  Oh well, to be concluded...

Monday, December 14, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 5

Part 1Part 2Part 3, Part 4

Devin was disturbed from his morose ponderings by a knock at his door.  He opened it and blanched as he recognised the blonde girl with the tight jumper who was not a blonde girl in a tight jumper standing in the doorway.  There was no trace of the devil about her here.  She looked up at Devin with big brown eyes.

“Don’t be afraid” she said.  “Please hear me out.”

Devin knew he shouldn’t.  As Carny had told him, he lacked the defences to survive in their world.  He should shut the door now.

Devin didn’t.  Instead his gaze lingered over her sensually plump pink lips.  And lower, down to where her tight white jumper clung to and emphasised the considerable curves of her chest.

“I came here to apologise for earlier,” she said.

Devin knew he should really shut the door.  Instead his gaze was drawn in by those moist pink lips until they filled his world.

“Cacodoughovorax can be so boorish.  It’s not his fault.  It’s a trait of wrath daemons in general.  He saw your hair and jacket and came to the wrong conclusion.”

Devin watched her sensual lips move up and down.  He wanted to feel their softness against his.

“I can see now you’re a more sensitive soul.”

Lulled by her soft words, Devin’s head dipped lower and closer.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

She pursed those exquisite lips and blew a small cloud of perfumed smoke in Devin’s face.  Before he could react he’d already inhaled it.  A pleasant fog rose in his head and wrapped up his thoughts in tentacles of silk gauze.

Devin was supposed to say, “No,” and close the door.  Instead he said, “Yes,” and let the succubus into his bedroom.

The blonde in the tight jumper shut the door behind her and smiled coyly at him.  Devin’s gaze was drawn to her chest—the way the fabric was stretched taut over her ample bosom.

“I’m Boobella,” she said.  "Most people call me Boo."

“Devin,” Devin replied.  Automatically.  Everything felt smothered in a lush haze.

He kept looking at the curves of her chest.  An itch had awaken inside him.  He wanted to put his hand on those spherical swells and squeeze.  He wanted to feel their softness and weight.  It was an unnatural urge.  Unnatural in how difficult it was to hold at bay.

Boo’s hands strayed down to the bottom of her jumper.  She twirled the stretchy nylon around a finger.

“You’ve been looking at these all night,” she said.  “Would you like to see them uncovered?”

Devin nodded.  His mouth was dry.  He felt the blood pounding past his ears.

Boo started to raise her jumper.  She did it slow and teasing.  Devin saw she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.  First revealed was the flat expanse of her belly.  Then the bottom of her jumper climbed higher, exposing the dainty pink dimple of her navel.  Then higher still as it started to climb the round peaks of her boobs.  She reached a point just below her nipples and paused.

“Boop,” she said, flipping up the bottom fold of her jumper to flash Devin a momentary glimpse of her nipples.

Devin’s pulse quickened.  He felt a swelling hardness rise in his underwear.

Staring directly into Devin’s eyes, Boo slid her jumper up, up and up until she’d smoothly pulled it over her head.  She discarded it and stood before Devin, her big bouncy breasts completely exposed to him.

Boo pushed out her chest and gave her boobs a little jiggle.  “Would you like to touch?”

Devin’s hands jerked forwards.  Fingers splayed like talons, he clutched the ripe pink flesh of her tits.  Her silky-smooth skin dimpled underneath his fingers and he felt them sink into soft flesh.  His eyes had marvelled at the perfection of her curves, now his fingers marvelled at their weight and feel.

Boo drew closer.  Devin’s head dipped lower... lower...

And then he was diving down into the inviting pink valley of her cleavage.  He buried his face between her soft tits.  Her scent, fragrant and creamy, intoxicated him.

Part of him stood back and watched on as if he was a passenger in another person’s body.  What was he doing?  He was pawing her tits and slathering over her cleavage like a lecherous creep.

The message didn’t get through.  Devin lifted his head high enough to take a breath and then dived straight back in.  He twisted his head as he nuzzled her smooth, elastic skin.  Boo placed her hands on either side of her boobs and then squeezed them around Devin’s head like soft fleshy pillows.

“Let’s fuck,” she said in breathy whisper.

Seems like a splendid ide... wait!  To be continued...

Monday, December 07, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“Put the long-haired fellow down, now there’s a good chap.”

Devin turned his head and saw the silhouette of a slender young man standing at the end of the alleyway.

“Who dares,” Piggy-eyes growled.

Devin recognised both the voice and the silhouette as belonging to the metal fan he’d spoken to earlier.  The pressure on his chest relented enough for him to shout out a warning.

“Get out of here, Carny!  They’re not human.”

Devin was not the only one to recognise the slender man in the Slayer T-shirt.  Surprisingly, Piggy-eyes seemed to know who he was as well.  “Oh,” he said.

The pressure on Devin’s chest lessoned and Piggy-eyes lowered him enough for his toes to come back into contact with the floor again.

“My apologies, I did not see it was you, Carnivrillarofax.  What is your interest in this human?”

“I spoke to him earlier,” Carny... Carnivrillarofax said.  “He seems a nice enough fellow.”

Carny didn’t seem bothered by Piggy-eyes monstrous appearance.  He casually walked up to them.

“Is that it?” Piggy-eyes said.  “Just some random human you happened to strike up a conversation with?”

“Do I need anything else?” Carny said.

“This is my claim,” Piggy-eyes said.

Devin’s teeth rattled as the demon slammed him back against the wall.

“Is that a challenge, Cacodoughovorax?” Carny asked.  His face took on a feral cast.

Devin realised the reason Carny hadn’t been bothered by their monstrous appearance was because he was another monster, just like them.  More than that.  The demon that had Devin pinned to the wall was afraid of him.

“No.”  Cacodoughovorax shook his head and lowered Devin back to the floor.

“I heard stories about your technique,” Carny said.  “And after seeing it first-hand for myself I can’t say that I approve.  There should always be an element of freedom of choice, and engaging the services of a succubus...”

He glanced over at the blonde girl with the tight top and red eyes.

“ goad the potential claim into fighting tips the scales too far in your favour.  It’s not very sporting.”

“He hit me,” Cacodoughovorax said.  “You saw.  He used violence.”

“I saw.  He didn’t want to fight and you backed him so far into a corner he saw no other option than to use violence to prevent further violence.  Even succubi attempt to seduce their victims first before claiming them.”

Cacodoughovorax glowered but said nothing.

“It’s not a failure to let some slip through your fingers.  It’s sorta the point, actually.  And this...” he gestured to the pouting succubus.  “You should be better than this.  There’s no need to resort to these silly tricks.  Just go into the city centre on a Friday night and you’ll find any number of stupid humans willing to break their fists on your chin.”

Carny spoke to the demon like a teacher giving a lesson to a pupil.  And like most surly pupils, Cacodoughovorax didn’t appear to take the lesson too well.  He walked away, taking the blonde with him, but was clearly still angry at being cheated of his prize.

That left Devin alone with Carny.  This was a good thing?

“Are you okay?” Carny asked.

He still looked like a skinny student in a Slayer T-shirt.  A skinny student in a Slayer T-shirt that had just scared off two demons.

“Um.  Maybe,” Devin said.  “They weren’t human, were they?”

“Nope,” Carny replied.

“You’re not human either.”


“This is fucked up,” Devin said.

“I wouldn’t think about it,” Carny said.

“That’s going to be hard,” Devin said.  “Welcome to university.  Oh, and by the way, scary demons are real and walk among us.  How come no-one talks about this?”

“Because they’re smart enough to know not to go digging further.  As should you.  You don’t have the warlock spark.  When those without talent try to enter this world it never ends well for them.  If you’re lucky you’ll be thought to be insane and locked away.”

Carny conspicuously left off what would happen if Devin was unlucky.

“What if...” Devin struggled with the alien name, “...Cacodoughovorax comes back.”

He’d seen the demon’s face as he’d walked away.  That motherfucker was seriously not happy with this.

“He won’t,” Carny said.  “It would be seen as a challenge to me.”

Again Carny conspicuously omitted the consequences of making that challenge.

“Thanks for stepping in,” Devin said.

“Not a problem,” Carny said.  “Thanks for the music recommendations.  I always like checking out new bands.”

And with that, the blond student in the Slayer T-shirt, who was not a blond student in a Slayer T-shirt, popped his headphones back in and ambled off into the darkness.

Devin threw up in his sink once he got back to his single-bedroom halls of residence room.  His neighbours would probably think he was a lightweight who couldn’t hold his beer.  Devin didn’t give a fuck.  The world was fucked.

Demons... things... monsters... walking among us.

He sat down in the darkness and tried to rationalise what he’d seen.

Maybe it was... no.

But what if... no.

He knew what he’d seen.

There was a world that overlapped with this one and Devin hoped he never had the misfortune of stepping in it again.

That hope went unanswered.  Devin might have decided he was done with that world, but it didn’t mean that world was done with him.  It didn’t even give him the night before it came back, knocking at his door.

Literally in this case.  Devin was disturbed from his morose ponderings by a knock at his door.  He opened it and blanched as he recognised the blonde girl with the tight jumper who was not a blonde girl in a tight jumper standing in the doorway.  There was no trace of the devil about her here.  She looked up at Devin with big brown eyes.

“Don’t be afraid” she said.  “Please hear me out.”

To be continued...  (where I suspect things will be getting a little NSFW)

Friday, December 04, 2015

New Story: "A Trial in Vennington"

Should I do a foreword for this one?  I suppose I must.

This is the #GamerGate story, the story I originally wanted to enter into Literotica's Halloween contest, but didn't get finished in time.  This turned out to be a good thing as the original had some characters and aspects that weren't working.

I intended the story as a parody (with sex!) of another story I read on the internet that began with the same premise, but took a different path with vastly different characters.  How I've treated the #GamerGate controversy might ruffle a few feathers, but these are feathers that needed to be ruffled as far as I'm concerned.  While the scenario and characters are intentionally far-fetched (the presence of an extra-dimensional sex demon should be a giveaway!),  I did want to sneak a few serious points in.  I hope they don't detract from the other fun and sexy stuff too much.

Oh, and because it references #GamerGate and SJWs, there's a chance some of you might be new readers unfamiliar with my other work.  If you're wondering why the story suddenly lurches into hardcore succubus smut, well that's what I write and what I'm known for.  If gratuitous descriptions of sex make you feel uncomfortable, now would be a good time to click the back button on your internet browser.  Same goes for anyone under 18, you really shouldn't be here right now! :)

Feel free to leave any criticism in the comments.  Even call me rude names if you feel strongly enough.  But be warned, I'm a bit of a masochist, so any nasty insults will likely turn me on... sexually. ;)

A Trial in Vennington

"Bring him out!"

Gary Garrett quaked beneath a black hood.  His hands were bound together behind his back by some kind of plastic tie.

Who were they?  Al Qaeda?  ISIS?  The IRA?

Was the IRA even a thing anymore?

What did they want with him?  He was a nobody.  He worked as a community manager for one of the smaller DoTA-type online games.  The job didn't pay particularly well, but it allowed Gary to work in an area he loved.

He'd been walking home from the bus stop when a van had pulled up alongside him, masked men had jumped out, shoved a hood over his head and bundled him inside.  He hadn't even got a glimpse of their faces.  After a short drive Gary had been shoved out and left in a small room with a bare concrete floor for what seemed like hours.

Gary was pulled, roughly, to his feet and led outside.  The hood was taken off his head and almost took his spectacles with it.  They snagged on the rough fabric, but only slid a few centimetres up his forehead before dropping back into place on the bridge of his nose.

It was night time.  A blood-red moon hung above them in a cloudless sky.  He was standing in the yard of what appeared to be a disused farm.  The surrounding buildings were ramshackle and moss-encrusted, as if the farm had been in a state of disuse for some time.  The yard was lit up by a ring of burning torches.

Gary didn't know what to make of his captors.  They definitely weren't ISIS.  He counted seven of them—two women and five men, although it was harder to determine with the men as all five wore dark clothing and black bandanas over the lower half of their faces.  They looked more like student activists than terrorists.  The two women made no attempt to hide their faces.  One looked an obvious radical student feminist—right down to her bright red hair and horn-rimmed spectacles.  The other girl also had dyed hair—light blue in her case—but had chosen more eclectic attire.  She wore a long white leather trench coat and looked like a mashup between gothic spy and urban warlock.

"Do you know why you're here?" the woman with red hair asked.

Gary shook his head.  He looked around.  Other than the blue-haired girl in the white trench coat his captors looked like the same sort of people he'd seen on YouTube videos of campus demonstrations, the sort of people that claimed to be liberal and yet pulled fire alarms and blocked entrances to prevent people they didn't like giving talks at universities.  It couldn't be them, though.  Those campus activists might be extremists, but surely they weren't extreme enough to yank people off streets in broad daylight.

"You, Gary Garrett, are to face trial for your crimes against feminism," Red informed him.

Whaaat?  Gary gawped at her.  He would have laughed out loud at the silliness of it had he not been so terrified he'd already wet himself.

"You are a member of GamerGate, that vile online misogynist hate movement devoted to driving women out of the games industry and off the internet."

Gary opened his mouth to speak.

Red pushed out a hand to interrupt.  "Don't try to deny it," she said sharply.  "Your Twitter handle is @TheMagnificentGGG and you post on Reddit as GaimerGaryGarrett.  We have your posting history for the last six months.  We know you were at the GamerGate meetup last night."

"I wasn't going to deny it," Gary said.  "Yes, I'm pro-GG, but it's not what—"

Red held up a hand.  "Stop!" she said.

She looked around at the other goons with a smug smile on her lips.

"Anyone want to finish for him?"

"Actually, it's about ethics in videogames journalism," one of the goons mocked in a silly voice.  It was followed by snerks and sniggers from the others.

Yeah, he'd walked right into that one, Gary thought.

"I haven't harassed anyone," he said.  "I only started posting in support of the tag because I was fed up with the gaming press constantly shitting on its audience."

"Aw diddums," Red said.  "Did the straight white man with all the privilege in the world get his fee-fees hurt?"

"Um, you do realise this is kidnapping," Gary said.  "I'm pretty sure that's still a fairly serious crime.  You could all go to prison for this."

Red's face twisted in a snarl.  "We do not recognise or acknowledge your patriarchal system of abuse and oppression."

Gary watched with a wide-eyed mix of both astonishment and horror.

They were mad.  Not just extreme.  Mad.

He'd had the misfortune of running into people like this on the internet before.  Everyone called them Social Justice Warriors, or SJWs for short.  It was a label meant to be ironic on both counts.  They were only interested in social justice in as much as it gave them a convenient club to bash people with and an equally convenient shield to deflect criticism when others tried to call out their bullying and harassment.  Thankfully—like the Keyboard Warrior meme they were descended from—their 'warrioring' was mostly confined to getting angry and shouting at people on social media.  Until now...

Someone gave Gary a solid kick to the back of his legs.  He buckled and fell down to his knees.

"GamerGate has gone on too long," Red said.  "The authorities won't do anything about it, so we've been forced to take matters into our own hands.  Your harassment and women hating must stop."

"But I don't hate women," Gary protested.  "There are two girls on my regular League of Legends team.  One of them even taught me how to get good."

Someone hit him on the back of his head.  It was an open-handed slap rather than a full-blooded punch, but it still rattled his brain inside his skull.

"We do not use girl!" Red roared.  "Girl is a diminutive used to deny full-grown women the respect they deserve."

"Um, she's like fifteen," Gary said.  "And she hates anti-GG even more than I do."

He was struck again.  This time it was a closed fist.  It knocked his head to the side and left his glasses resting lopsidedly on the bridge of his nose.

"You deserve this, GamerGate scum," Red said.

"I haven't harassed anyone!" Gary wailed.

Red wagged a finger at him.  "There's no point lying, Gary Garrett.  We did our research."  She picked up a tablet computer from the low wall next to her.  "Your history of crimes against women goes back further than GamerGate.  We know all about the woman you raped back at university."

This.  Again?  Inwardly he sighed.  Was he ever going to be free of it?

"If you've read your research you'll know I didn't rape her," he said.

"I'm sure you didn't," Red snarked.  "I'm sure it was all a big misunderstanding and you really thought she'd consented to having sex with you."

"No, I didn't rape her as I wasn't in the same part of the city where the assault took place.  I was playing Magic in the student union bar all night.  There's CCTV footage.  It's in the court documents and why the case was thrown out.  You'd know this if you'd read them instead of just the newspaper headlines."

It wouldn't matter.

Red scowled and put the tablet aside.  "I don't need to read them to know they're the typical lies put out by the patriarchy."

It was the same with every SJW he'd attempted to reason with online.  The moment they were given a fact or piece of evidence that didn't agree with their carefully cultivated and blinkered worldview it was all block, block, block.  He might as well debate a brick.

This wasn't online.  Neither was it debate.

They'd kidnapped him in broad daylight.  If they were okay with that, what else were they okay with...?

"We've heard enough," Red said.  "You are guilty and now it's time to pass sentence."

She picked up another object.  It reflected the light from the burning torches.  The blood drained from Gary's face as he realised it was a wickedly-sharp scalpel.


Something broke in Gary as he realised they were going to go as far as his worst fears.  He started babbling.

"I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  I'll leave GamerGate.  I'll stop posting on Reddit.  I'll delete my Twitter account."

He didn't want to die.  Not over something as trivial and stupid as this.

He tried to stand up.  Somebody stamped on the back of his calf.

"Please don't kill me.  I'm sorry."

His stomach convulsed and he threw up.  He lifted his head and saw the contemptuous eyes of the activists all around him.

"Too late," Red said.  "GamerGate's reign of oppression has lasted for over a year now.  But no longer.  For you, GamerGate is over.  It ends tonight."

Those last three words triggered something in Gary.  He didn't know where the laughter came from.  They were going to kill him.  That was nothing to laugh about, yet laugh he did.  Maybe it was the absurdity of the situation.  Maybe it was a memory of the mockery a prominent anti-GGer had received when they'd used those exact same three words on Twitter.  First it was a nervous giggle, then a chuckle, and finally an uncontrollable guffaw welling up from the depths of his belly.

Someone punched him from the left.

He kept laughing.

Another punch came in from the right.  Gary went over.  His glasses left his face and bounced off the grit in front of him.

He couldn't stop giggling, even as they hit him.

Fuck, he hadn't taken a beating like this since some bullies had gone after him one time in secondary school.  All he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and bawl his eyes out until someone in authority came by.

No.  Fuck it.

Gary spat out a bloodied tooth.

It hadn't worked back then and it wouldn't work for adult him either.

He awkwardly levered himself back to his knees and stared defiantly at Red.

"I'm laughing because you're ridiculous.  You disrupt meetings with bomb threats, harass people off social media, even get people fired for comments taken out of context, and you say we're the hate group.  Look at you.  Even now you probably still think you're the victim in all this even as your goons literally knock my teeth out.

"You're losing.  You took advantage of people's basic empathy and decency, but now that sympathy is running out.  They're seeing through your screen of diversity, trigger warnings and safe spaces to see you for what you really are—another extremist authoritarian group that wants the power to dictate what other people can say, think and create.

"And, like all extremist authoritarian groups that don't get what they want, you fall back on intimidation and violence.  In your twisted worldview I bet you don't even think you're doing anything wrong.  No bad tactics only bad targets, am I right?

"Well guess what.  That's not how it works in the real world, not in the eyes of the law.  You're going to be put away for a very long time for this."

He stared from activist to activist.  He doubted any of them were past college age.

"All of you."

He lingered last on Red.  She was furious.  This wasn't part of the script.  He was supposed to huddle up on the ground and beg for mercy from their righteous judgment.

Fuck her.  He'd been forced to bow to bullies before.  No more, and not to ones as pathetic as this.

Red looked so pissed Gary thought she might charge over and stab him right there and then.  Her companion in the white trench coat put a hand on her arm.

"Let him rage against imaginary persecution.  He is in a higher court now," she said.

Red calmed down.  "Your defence has been noted and rejected as the usual paranoid ramblings of chan trash.  Sentence will be carried out."  Red gave Gary a spiteful smile.  "And for you the punishment will be deliciously ironic."

Skinny Blue, the blue-haired girl with the white trench coat, stepped forwards.  Evidently it was her turn in the spotlight.

"We're not going to kill you," she said.  Her thin lips were curled up in a smile Gary didn't like in the slightest.  "The demon will do that."

Gary turned to look in the direction Skinny Blue indicated.  His vision was blurry without his glasses.  He saw a woman leaning casually against the crumbling wall of a dilapidated outbuilding.  She was dressed in an outfit that had it existed in a game the SJWs would have attacked it for being problematic.  It consisted of lots of tight black PVC that displayed more flesh than it covered, including a generous amount of her quite spectacular cleavage.

Demon?  She looked more like a kinky adult film actress or professional dominatrix.  The woman looked a little bored by the proceedings, as if she'd seen it all before and was eager to get it over and done with so she could collect her pay check.

Had the SJWs hired a sex worker... to what?  Prank him?  Rough him up, maybe even sexually abuse him in some twisted idea of payback?

Another student activist with a bandana obscuring the lower half of their face entered the open area.  They carried an inflated airbed.  They dragged it over to Gary and plonked it down amongst the weeds and gravel.

"Where's Anthony?" Red asked.

The man shrugged.

"I thought he wanted to see this," Red said.

See what? Gary thought.

They'd piqued the interest of the woman dressed as a dominatrix.  She detached from the wall and approached them.

"Have you heard of succubi?" Skinny Blue asked.  "In ancient times they were described as demons from hell that lured men into sexual congress in order to weaken and sometimes even kill them.  Of course, our knowledge has advanced since those superstitious times.  We now know demons are entities that inhabit an adjacent plane of existence to our own."

Gary knew what a succubus was.  He'd played enough computer RPGs.

The woman approaching had horns, wings and a tail.  What he first took to be a dominatrix outfit took on a more sinister, occult tinge.

He also knew demons were fiction.  This was cosplay.  Superbly put together cosplay, right down to the Morrigan-esque bat wings sticking out of the side of her head, but still cosplay.

"Demonology is a science nowadays," Skinny Blue said, "albeit an exclusive and carefully hidden one.  Strip away the silly superstitions and pare the rituals right down to their core components and it's not all that dissimilar from computer programming.  Carry out the correct set of instructions and it's possible to bring one of those entities into our plane of existence and bind them to your will."

The 'demon' walked up to Gary.  Up close Gary's vision was less blurry and he saw she had both stunning looks and figure.  She had high, pointed cheekbones and while her face was model-perfect, it was also very pale and possessed an aristocratic severity.  Her long black hair was swept back and tied up in an austere ponytail.  A PVC corset cinched her waist and emphasised the curves of her chest and ass.  It looked both sexy and painful.

She nudged the airbed with her foot.  "A little basic, but it will suffice."  Her accent was clipped and full of Received Pronunciation—posh totty with hints of a filthy nature underneath.

She loosened her corset and turned the top down until her substantial breasts popped out.  They were large, firm and perfectly round.  Gary hadn't seen anything like them outside of anime—and that was supposed to be unrealistic!

"Shall we begin?" she asked.

"Oh, the myths were right about one thing," Skinny Blue said.  "Succubi are like vampires.  They feed off the energy given out during sexual intercourse, often depleting their victims entirely.  That's why we don't need to worry about the authorities.  When they find your body, your death will be put down to a tragic and untimely heart attack.  Extradimensional sex vampires are extremely handy in that regard."

Red stepped up and cut the ties binding Gary's wrists.

"The irony is perfect," she said.  "You misogynist shitlords idolise the unrealistic forms of beauty that oppress real women.  It's fitting your end will come from a living embodiment of your own puerile masturbation fantasies."

Gary didn't know what to say.  They were totally fucking loopy.

He looked at the semi-naked woman in the PVC bondage outfit.  Was she in on this lunacy?

They had to be trolling.  Yeah, that's what it was—dress a Barbie-doll model up in a stripperific dominatrix outfit and scare the shit out of him to make the point they weren't just sex objects.

Top kek, SJWs.  You got me.  You do have a sense of humour, who'd have thought it.  Can we go home now? he thought.

It was then he noticed his knees were knocking together.  Shaking.  Trembling.  It was like a chill creeping up from the ground.  It slithered up his legs in gelid ropes and crawled up his spine on icy fingers.  The sensation of dread rustled through the hairs on the back of his neck.  His teeth started chattering even though the early October night wasn't that chilly.

This wasn't cold.  It was an atavistic sensation of pure terror—an ancestral memory from back when humanity was small and fluffy and the nights were filled with teeth and claws.  Black dread radiated out of the figure standing before him in pulsing waves.

He noticed her eyes, or rather the lack of them.  At first he thought they were hidden in shadow, now he saw they were black wells sunk into an infinite abyss.  Her horns, wings and tail were not cosplay accessories, they were the real thing.  The spade tip of her tail flicked back and forth like a menacing snake.

All his senses screamed at him.  This... thing... should not exist on this physical plane.  Its wrongness caused his guts to twist and knot inside him, as if they wanted to turn themselves inside out.

Gary wanted to run.  It was an overpowering instinct that wrapped talons around his primitive hindbrain and squeezed.

The demon reached over and caressed his right cheek.  Black static crackled between nails as long as claws.  Her cold black lips turned up at the corner in an equally cold smile.

Gary couldn't move.  His legs were locked and shivering.  He might as well have been frozen to the floor with great sheets of black ice.

"Look at how terrified he is," one of the masked goons said.

"It's because he's never seen a real woman's tits in the flesh before," another laughed.

Did they not see it?  Did they not see what she—it—was?

"Mmm, the smell of your fear is delicious," the demon said.  Her voice had picked up jagged cadences, like rusty metal scraping together.

Gary's bladder let go.  Warm urine flooded his underpants and flowed down his legs.  The demon reached down and cupped a hand beneath his sodden genitals.  She brought it back to her face and licked her palm with a tongue as black as a bruise.  She wrapped equally black lips around a long finger and gave it a suggestive suck.

"Mmm, tastes delicious as well," she purred.

Her face was a perfect doll's mask—as pale as porcelain with two abyssal pits for eyes.  Gary tried to avoid meeting her stare.  He feared being dragged into those dark wells and lost forever in endless darkness and cold.

"Where is the fire I heard earlier?" the demon asked.


Gary's chattering jaw wouldn't allow him to shape the retort.  Instead he stared at the demon with sullen defiance.

She chuckled.  Her lips, sensual and plump despite being as black as plague buboes, turned up at the corners in the facsimile of a smile.

"That's more like it," she said.  "I like to see a little fight."

And then, as if it'd been turned off by a switch, the paralysing sensation of dread locking up Gary's bones was gone.  It was as if what was visible of the demoness was a shadow behind a shrouding curtain.  The others saw the silhouette of a beautiful woman.  He'd been permitted a glimpse between the curtains and saw what really lay on the other side.  But only for a moment, before the veils swished back across and the shadow of a beautiful woman returned.

Gary blinked.  The feeling of overwhelming dread had vanished so quickly and completely he wondered if it had ever been real in the first place.  Maybe it was just a temporary blip of brain chemistry brought on by the stress of the situation.

The girl smiled at him.  His gaze roamed all over her stunning figure.  She really did look like an anime succubus given flesh, improbable proportions and all.  His gaze kept sticking on the perfect round globes of her tits.  It triggered a primal sense of longing in him he hadn't felt since he was an awkward teen and completely clueless about love and sex.

Wait.  Wasn't she a demon?  She had horns.  And wings.  And that was definitely a tail swinging behind the delightful curves of her rump.

Gary's brow wrinkled.

And then his gaze switched back to the pale swell of her exposed breasts.  He followed her smooth curves and was drawn into the soft pink canyon of her cleavage.  His heart throbbed with need and was seconded by a similar throb in his loins.

"Why don't you take your clothes off and lie back on this comfortable airbed here?" she asked sweetly.

And then Gary was naked and lying on his back on the airbed.  The details on precisely how he'd got here were a little hazy.  The succubus stood astride him with her bat wings partially extended.  Beyond her he saw the blood-red moon hanging in a cloudless sky.

"The succubus will now carry out sentence," Red stated.

Somebody muttered something that caused their neighbour to giggle.  Red turned, face twisted in anger.

"Do not objectify the succubus!" she roared.  "She is a divine instrument of feminist vengeance."

"Diabolic," Skinny Blue quietly corrected.

There was an unhealthy gleam in her eyes as she looked down at Gary.  One hand had strayed inside her white jacket and was level with her crotch.

"Ignore them," the succubus said.  "You should only have eyes for me."

She stood astride Gary like a colossus painted in shiny black PVC.  Her big breasts curved out in two perfect hemispheres.  Completely defying gravity, they floated above Gary like a pair of pale moons.  Beyond them a perfect doll-mask face stared down at him with unrestrained lust.  His eyes weren't going anywhere else.

The succubus reached down and undid a zipper at her crotch.  She parted the shiny PVC to expose the hairless folds of her sex.  A warm wave cascaded down and flowed over Gary, covering him and shutting out the chill October air like an invisible duvet.  It brought with it traces of an exotic musk that caused Gary's nostrils to dilate and triggered a surge of excitement.

She made a gesture and Gary's erection rose like a cobra in thrall to a snake charmer.  Pouting seductively, the sexy demoness bent her knees and squatted down on him.  Her labia parted around his swollen glans as she impaled herself on him.  She didn't go all the way down.  Instead she took in maybe an inch of his length and teased him with little up and down motions that caused her moist inner walls to rub against his foreskin.

"I don't know why they think you're a virgin," the woman astride him said.  "I taste three women on this prick.  Mmm, one was good.  I like that.  There's no challenge when they haven't had a really good lay to compare you with."

Her labia fluffed out as she sank down and took his whole length inside her.  She was tight.  Wet enough for him slide up inside her with minimal resistance, but still tight.  Very tight.  And hot.  Not just warm... hot.

Gary was fucking a demon.

A demon that had been summoned by a group of SJWs to punish him for transgressions that existed only in their heads.

This was fucked up.

He knew this and yet seemed powerless to do anything.  It was like he was weirdly dislocated.  He felt her rise up and down on him, felt the mattress rock and bounce beneath him to her motions, and yet he also felt like a passenger watching it all from afar.

The succubus smoothly moved her hips up and down.  Her big breasts bounced and swayed with her movements.  She let out low erotic moans.

"We should film this," one of the goons said.

"It wouldn't work," Skinny Blue said.  "She is not of this plane of existence.  Her form won't register on any recording device."

The succubus moved up and down with smooth grace.  Gary felt his cock slide back and forth into her wet heat.  Her vagina was incredible.  He fit so snugly inside her it was like her parts had been specifically moulded to match his.  It felt so good that even with the audience and strangeness of circumstances, Gary couldn't resist the urge to respond.  He flexed his buttocks and thrust up to meet her.

The succubus slammed down on him and growled.  The message was clear.  She was the boss.  Gary lay back and let her get on with it.

"She's so dominant," Skinny Blue said.  Her hand was inside her coat, down between her legs, and she made no attempt to hide what she was doing with it.

The woman continued riding Gary.  She wriggled her hips with each stroke, as if wanting to make sure no single millimetre of Gary's cock remained unexplored by her moist vaginal folds.  Gary had never experienced sex with a partner as experienced as this.  She really was a professional.  She even had fine control over the muscular walls of her vagina.  With each downstroke the walls of her pussy gave his erection a teasing little squeeze.

This didn't make sense.  This was his punishment?  She was fucking him like she was auditioning for a breakout part in the porn industry.

One of the activists evidently felt the same as he raised the same point.

"It's a statement," Red explained.

"I'm not so... comfortable watching this," the dissenting activist said.  "It's too much like watching porn."

"Oh don't be so sex-negative," Red said.  "If you're that uncomfortable go and look for Anthony.  He'll be disappointed if he misses the climax."

Speaking of climaxes, Gary's wasn't far off.  As the sumptuous inner walls of the dominatrix stroked up and down Gary's shaft he felt pressure building in his balls.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?" the woman in tight black PVC asked him.

That sounded like a splendid idea to Gary.

"Yes, come," Red said with a ghoulish glee.  "Let her take your worthless soul."

"She is an embodiment of anti-life," Skinny Blue elaborated for the benefit of Gary.  "Her corrupt womb takes life rather than creating it."

Oh.  Yeah.  Not a hot dominatrix escort.  Demon.

Coming no longer sounded like such a splendid idea to Gary.

He tried to lift his arms.  The succubus folded her body over his and pinned his arms back to the mattress.  She stared into his eyes as her hips pumped up and down.  Faster.  Harder.  He heard the fleshy slaps as their bodies came together, heard the inflatable mattress squeaking beneath them.

He felt pressure building in his balls.

Nope, nope, nope.  Bad.  Coming was bad.  Really bad. He had to think unsexy thoughts—old grannies with wrinkly tits, STDs, pustulent gunk dripping from infected dicks.  Think gross stuff.  Infected dicks going into wrinkly granny pussy.  Don't think about her soft vaginal walls stroking him inexorably to ecstasy.  Don't look at her beautiful round breasts bouncing as she rode him.

The pressure grew.  Gary's toes were curling.  His whole body was trembling.

"I love it when they try to hold back," the demon said.  "It's always futile."

Her hips came down in one final downstroke that engulfed Gary's whole length.  She sat upright, closed her eyes and her black bat wings extended behind her.  Her pussy seemed to melt around Gary, as if he'd sunk his cock into soft, warm dough.

"Yes," she murmured.  "Yes, yes, yes."

No, no, no, Gary thought.

It was no good.  Malleable flesh rippled up his shaft like lapping tongues.  Softer lips kissed and suckled on the tip.  He couldn't hold back anymore.  His hips bucked and a slow explosion of pleasure rattled through him as he spurted a big load of semen up into her tight vagina.


She was going to drain his life and suck out all his fluids until only a shrivelled husk remained.  She was going to tear out his soul.  She was going to...

The violent throbbing pulses of ejaculation lessened and left behind the glow of post-orgasmic bliss.  The succubus milked the dregs out of his pipes with gentle squeezes of her sex.  Then, once the orgasm had subsided for both of them, she stood up, stretched and then zipped up her crotch.

"Mmm, that was rather pleasant," she said.

Gary looked up at her and blinked.  He was still alive.  At least he thought so.  Aside from feeling like he'd just been run over by a steamroller made out of pure sex, he otherwise felt intact.

Was this supposed to happen?

The activists didn't think so.  They looked at each other and chattered in confusion.

Skinny Blue addressed the demon in black PVC.  "Succubus, what is going on?  Why have you not slain and taken the soul of this human as per the conditions of our contract?"

The succubus turned to her.  Her face was a mask of innocence.  "You summoned me to slay and take the soul of one who has abused and is abusive to women.  I have done as you desired."

She smiled down at Gary.

"I am also grateful for this additional offering of sex you have provided me.  He was most agreeable, despite not being a virgin."

Skinny Blue looked puzzled.

So did Red.  Then her head jerked up.  "Where's Anthony?" she asked.

A door to one of the outbuildings opened.  The masked activist that had left earlier because he felt uncomfortable stumbled out into the courtyard.  He clawed off the bandana obscuring the lower half of his face.  The skin beneath was pale and waxy.  He turned and threw up over the wall.

The succubus's pale face was a picture of innocence.  Apart from her eyes.  They shone with dark amusement.

The activists chattered amongst themselves and went over to the outbuilding.  One went through the doorway.  He returned moments later with vomit already spilling down his chin.  He doubled up next to the entrance and splattered the gravel with the contents of his stomach.

The succubus took Gary's hand and helped him to his feet.

"Now would be a really good time to make a run for it," she whispered in his ear.


Monday, November 30, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 3

Part 1
Part 2

Something crashed into his side and shoved him into the alley.

Devin recovered from the shock to find himself looking at the pinched face of the blonde’s boyfriend.  Rage burned in close-set piggy eyes.

“What are you doing staring at my bird!” he said.  He punctuated his words with a jab of his finger to Devin’s chest.

Uh oh.  Now this was a scenario Devin was all-too-familiar with.  It was one he thought he’d left behind on his home streets of Wolverhampton, certainly not something he expected to encounter on the supposedly more genteel environs of a university halls of residence.

“Don’t deny it,” Piggy-eyes said, getting in more solid jabs with his forefinger.  “I saw you.  Drooling all over her like she was a prime steak.”

This was messed up.  Okay, fine, so he might have drooled over her a little.  Girls as stunningly attractive as that turned heads.

This wasn’t about that, though.  Devin knew how these things went.  Piggy-eyes was looking for an excuse to fight.  If Devin denied he’d been looking, Piggy-eyes would take it as a slight on his girlfriend’s appearance instead.  Whatever gave him justification.

“Sorry man,” Devin said.  “I didn’t realise I was being that obvious.  She’s a good-looking woman.  You’re very lucky.  You’re both lucky to have each other.”

The blonde girl came over.  “I’m not his,” she said, giving Devin a look indicating that she could be his.

Great.  The last thing he needed was for the girlfriend to stir the pot.

“Whaaa, babe!”  The boyfriend turned to his girlfriend.  “You like this long-haired piece of shit!”

“I’m sorry, babe.  It’s a female thing,” the blonde said.  “Watching men fight over us is such a turn on.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Devin said.  “I’m not interested in getting into a fight here.”

The blonde’s face twisted up in a sour expression.

“You should have thought about that before you decided to creep on my girl all night.”  Piggy-eyes jabbed Devin in the chest for emphasis.

The blonde turned on him as well.  “He is a creep,” she said.  “He’s been making me feel uncomfortable all night with his creepy stare.”

“See, you made this beautiful girl feel uncomfortable.  Creep!”

“Look, I’m sorry.  I didn’t realise I was doing it.  I didn’t mean to spoil your night, but look, we’re at university now.  We should be above this small town shit.”

Devin had a horrible feeling ‘small town shit’ was unavoidable.  He suspected Piggy-eyes had set this up in advance with his girlfriend to give him a flimsy excuse to punch some long-haired freak’s face in.  Devin didn’t know why.  He didn’t need to know why.  Some people were assholes.  That was reason enough.

“I think he needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you, babe.”

The blonde’s face lit up with an animalistic lust for violence.

“Yes babe, teach him,” she said.

Piggy-eyes jabbed Devin in the chest again.  Hard.

Right.  Fuck this, Devin thought.

Devin had been practising Jiu-Jitsu since he was eleven years old.  When he was younger it was because he wanted to be badass like the classic legends of martial arts movies.  He wanted it to be so nobody would mess with him.  As he grew older and wiser he realised being accomplished in a martial art wasn’t a guarantee of being able to defend himself.  And even when it was, if you hit someone hard enough to put them in hospital, you were the one likely to get into shit with the law.  They didn’t really care ‘who started it’.  No, the best self-defence was to defuse the situation before it came to blows.

Of course, there were those situations where conflict was inevitable.  If it was inevitable, then the best thing a person could do was to get the first hit in and hopefully stop the fight before too much damage was done.

Devin knocked Piggy-eyes arm aside and punched him in the face.

...and then it went horribly wrong.

Piggy-eyes was not physically daunting.  He was short and scrawny.  Devin expected Piggy-eyes to have some wiry strength.  Aggressive streaks of nothing invariably did.

This was more than that.

Hitting Piggy-eyes was like hitting a heavily-muscled pro wrestler.  He sold Devin’s punch like a pro wrestler in a squash match as well.  Then he pushed Devin up the wall like The Undertaker.  Except Mark Calaway, the wrestler that became The Undertaker in the ring, was human and Devin was starting to realise the thing in front of him was not.

Piggy-eyes mouth widened and sprouted pointed tusks.  His eyes turned shark-black.  This transformation didn’t faze his girlfriend.  Why would it, she wasn’t human either.  Her burning red eyes gave that away.

The monster pushed Devin further up the wall.  The pressure on his chest was immense.  The worst of it was the monster before him didn’t appear to be expending any effort.  As if it was more than capable of pushing and pushing until Devin’s ribs splintered and his chest caved in.  Devin was fucked and his shocked mind was still trying to comprehend how this could have come about.

“That was an unprovoked violent act, wouldn’t you say, babe,” Piggy-eyes the monster said.

“Oh yes, definitely,” the blonde girl with red eyes said.  “A wrathful act for sure.”

Piggy-eyes the monster turned back to Devin and smiled.  “That makes you mine, bitch.”

Devin said nothing.  With the pressure on his chest he could barely breathe.

“Put the long-haired fellow down, now there’s a good chap.”

Devin turned his head and saw the silhouette of a slender young man standing at the end of the alleyway.

Carny to the... rescue?  To be continued...

Monday, November 23, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 2

Part 1

Devin passed him back his iPod.  “I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to find someone here into decent music.  I thought I was going to spend my first year in halls hearing nothing but Adele and Mumford and Sons.”  Devin offered his hand.  “I’m Devin.”

“Carny.”  The blond guy with better taste in music than his appearance suggested introduced himself.

Weird name, Devin thought.  Not that he could talk.  His grandparents were Dutch.  Growing up in Wolverhampton with the surname Lucassen had attracted a fair bit of ribbing.

“I’m not at the university, though,” Carny added.  “I’m just here to check up on some folks.”

Ah, Devin thought.  Adele and Mumford and Sons it was then... for a whole damn year.

Carny saw his downcast expression.  “There’s a heavy metal music society, RockSoc, which meets up every Wednesday night in the main university bar.  A friendly bunch if I remember right.  You should have no problem fitting in.”

That wasn’t so bad.  Devin would give it a look.  It had to be better than here, where he felt like a fish out of water.

“Good talking to you and thanks for the music recommendation,” Carny said.

He drifted off, presumably to find his friends.  Devin retreated back to his corner with a pint of Guinness.

Devin spotted the blonde girl again.  She was seriously hot.  Devin normally wasn’t into the preppy look—raven-haired goth chicks in spikes and leather were more his type—but he could see the benefits of a figure-hugging sweater when she had a figure like that.  Totally out of his league.

Or maybe not.

He could swear she’d just given him a coy glance over her shoulder.

Nah.  That was the booze coupled with a bit of wishful thinking.  Hot blonde girls didn’t look in his direction unless it was to point and laugh.

Fair’s fair.  He and his mates back home used to do the same to all the normies when they got drunk and stupid.

The bar started to wind down around eleven.  Devin doubted he’d be spending many nights here.  It wasn’t his scene at all.  Maybe he’d check out the city centre tomorrow night... see what that was about.

His gaze followed the hot blonde girl as she walked out.  She gave him another coy glance over her shoulder at the exit, like she wanted him to follow her.  That one was harder to put down to shonky eyesight and booze.  Maybe she had a thing for bad boys.

Not that Devin was much of a bad boy.  Strip off the leathers and clip his long hair and there was a dull straight-A student underneath.

He watched her leave.

She had a boyfriend.  Devin didn’t subscribe to the stone-age view of a man ‘owning’ his girlfriend, but he considered it bad form to get involved before the girl had terminated the previous relationship.

And it was probably all wistful imaginings anyway.  If looks were rock bands, hers played arenas while his thrashed away in grotty little pubs.

He drained the last of his Guinness and headed outside for a smoke.  The September air was chilly and damp.  The other students were heading back to their rooms.  Devin went to the corner of the building and lit up.

He noticed the blonde girl was standing at the other end of the narrow alley that separated the hall bar and the main admin building.  Fuck, she was ridiculously hot, Devin thought.  The moonlight picked her out and lent her an ethereal glow of beauty.  She reminded Devin of the vampiric temptresses in old Hammer horror films.

Nothing good ever happened to the poor sods lured in by the temptresses of those old films, Devin thought wryly.  He took a puff on his cigarette, letting the warm smoke ward off the clammy night air.

Something crashed into his side and shoved him into the alley.

Devin recovered from the shock to find himself looking at the pinched face of the blonde’s boyfriend.  Rage burned in close-set piggy eyes.

“What are you doing staring at my bird!” he said.  He punctuated his words with a jab of his finger to Devin’s chest.

Fight!  Fight!  Fight!  To be continued... 

Monday, November 16, 2015

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 1

Time to kick off a new mini-serial (if only to prove I'm still writing!).  Back in October when I was writing new stories for Literotica's Halloween competition I mentioned I had a 3rd story in progress I thought I might work better as a mini-serial.  Well here's the first part:

A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 1

Some had all the luck, Devin Lucassen thought as he spied the couple in the university bar.

It was the girl that caught his attention.  Or rather, if he was totally honest with himself, it was her boobs that caught his attention.  They were very large and emphasised by a plain white sweater that was about a size too small.  The fabric was stretched taut by her firm curves.  Her silky platinum-blonde hair was cut to her shoulder and had plenty of body.  She wasn’t a blonde bimbo.  Devin could tell that from her eyes.  They were dark and smouldered with intelligence.  It shouldn’t be a surprise really.  She wouldn’t be here, at university, if she was an airhead thicko.

His gaze kept involuntarily dropping to her chest.  It was hard.  Her bust was extremely eye-catching and he was a male near the end of his teens with all the hormones that went with it.  He still felt guilty about it.  He hoped she hadn’t noticed.  It wouldn’t make a good first impression.

Not that it mattered.  She wasn’t alone.  Girls like her never were.  What surprised Devin was how ordinary her boyfriend looked.

And he was her boyfriend.  Devin had seen them kissing openly in the bar on more than one occasion during the evening.

The boyfriend was very unexceptional.  He was about an inch shorter than her and slight of frame.  Spectacles covered a pair of close-set eyes.  He had the pale look of someone who spent too much time indoors playing videogames.

Not that Devin could talk.  He was your typical metalhead with greasy long hair.  His was a student demographic not exactly renowned for its pulling power with the ladies.

Fair play to the bloke, Devin thought.  He must have something else going for him.  Gives the rest of us hope.

Not that Devin had much hope at the moment.  He supped a pint of Guinness alone amongst a throng of chattering students.  They all seemed to know each other.  Devin didn’t know how this was.  This was Fresher’s Week.  Supposedly they were all first year students away from home for the first time.  So why did Devin feel like he’d shown up a week late?

He knew why.  He sucked at social interaction.  Always had.  He was clueless when it came to starting a conversation.  He needed an excuse—something to talk about.  That’s why he’d shown up in his leather jacket and Slipknot T-shirt.  Sure, it might drive some away like a fetid cloud of BO, but if they were that bothered about his music tastes, Devin wasn’t interested in getting to know them better.

It seemed fine in theory.  Now Devin was starting to think all his clever ‘strategy’ had achieved was to set him up as the Johnny No-mates of the hall.  Metal couldn’t be that uncool.  Surely there had to be some other metalheads around.  Or even a hot goth chick.  Hell, at this point Devin would settle for someone into Black Veil Brides or Bring Me The Horizon.

Nope, the bar was wall-to-wall trendies and hipsters.  Devin hoped it got better once he started going to lectures and meeting people on his course, otherwise his university experience was going to be very long and very lonely.

Speaking of hipsters, there was one over in the corner that appeared to be wearing a Slayer T-shirt.

He didn’t look like a typical Slayer fan.  Or that hipsterish, to be fair.  The student was skinny and had blond hair stuck in anime-style spikes.  The white earphones of an iPod were in his ears and he stood with the detachment of someone that didn’t give a shit about anything.  Or was projecting an attitude of not giving a shit about anything as a defensive shield.  Not that Devin could talk, given he was currently dressed in a biker jacket and a T-shirt with a burning clown skull on the front.  The blond dude wasn’t drinking, or rather, wasn’t drinking drinking.  He had a bottle of water in his hand and was supping from it with a straw.

 “Top band that,” Devin said as he walked past the blond kid on the way to the bar for another pint.

The blond kid took his earphones out.  “Sorry?” he asked.

“Just remarking on the T-shirt,” Devin said.  “Not many—” he looked around the bar.  “Okay, absolutely nobody wearing metal T-shirts here tonight.  I was starting to think I might be the only metal fan in the whole hall.”

And might still be.  Devin had heard some hipsters liked to wear metal T-shirts despite not listening to the music.  It was an ironic statement or some shit like that.  Devin had some sympathy for hipsters.  As a metalhead he knew what it was like to have the mainstream media shit all over his sub-culture, and the hipsters were a common target nowadays.  His sympathy dried up for the ones that engaged in this kind of douchebaggery—especially when they did it as a way of identifying targets to sneer at and take the piss out of.

Not this one.

The blond kid looked down at his T-shirt.  “My favourite band,” he said as if it was a guilty pleasure.  “I love their music.  What about you.”

“They’re legends,” Devin said.  “One of the original thrash titans.”

“Which album’s your favourite,” the blond kid asked.

“I don’t have them all,” Devin said.  “Reign in Blood I guess.  But that’s the one everyone says.  ‘Raining Blood’ is such a monster of a closer.”

The blond kid nodded in agreement.  “A lovely track.”  His eyes took on a far-off look, as if he was looking back over happy memories.  “I’ve always had a soft spot for God Hates Us All.  You heard that one?”

Devin shook his head.  “I’m still getting into the classic old-school era thrash... Sepultura and the like.”

He made a mental note to check out the album the other student had mentioned.

“So many good bands and albums back then,” the blond kid said.  “I don’t see so many good albums around nowadays.”

Odd, Devin thought.  The other student looked way too young for the ‘good ole days’ routine, especially for albums that were recorded before either of them were born.

“Nah.  There’s still plenty of ace stuff,” Devin said.  “The music press doesn’t report on it because they’re up their own bums.  You can still find it if you look for it.  Here, listen to this.”

Devin dug his music player out of his pocket.  They switched the headphones over and Devin selected a track.  The blond kid listened to it and nodded approvingly.

“Dark with an undercurrent of violence,” he said.  “Like a buzz saw cutting through a sternum.  I like it.  Who is it?”

“Whitechapel,” Devin said.  “I know deathcore gets a bad rap, but they’re damn good.”

The blond kid shrugged.  “It was the same for nu-metal.”

He took his earphones out.

“Thanks for that.  I’ll check them out.”

The blond guy offered his own iPod.  Devin saw it was one of the old models, made before Apple started combining everything into one device.

“Give this a listen,” he said.  “Five Pointe O.  Heard of them.”

“No,” Devin answered.

He listened to the track.  It sounded like a Molotov cocktail going off in his skull.  Sweet.

“They only put out the one album,” the blond guy said.  “A shame.”

Devin passed him back his iPod.  “I can’t tell you how much of a relief it is to find someone here into decent music.  I thought I was going to spend my first year in halls hearing nothing but Adele and Mumford and Sons.”  Devin offered his hand.  “I’m Devin.”

“Carny.”  The blond guy with better taste in music than his appearance suggested introduced himself.

to be continued (weekly on Mondays)...

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Monster Girl Card Game - Brainstorming V

Previous Brainstorming - IIIIII, IV


Typing up thoughts on how draining would work as a resource mechanic gave me some ideas on how to implement a seduction mechanic.

A key part of the game is "capturing" neutral pieces (characters) from the central deck and using them to generate resources or influence.  Thematically this is represented by sending succubi out to bonk various targets into submission (and using that as an excuse to show lewd animations on a computer game!).

When I was first thinking of how the game might work, there were a couple of options on how to implement seduction.

One was to make it simple and instantaneous.  Succubus A has a Seduction stat, Soldier B has a Willpower stat.  If Seduction is higher the Willpower of the soldier goes for intensive nookie and brainwashing.

Another way is to make it longer - Willpower starts off high and the Succubus keeps adding a number of seduction counters every turn until the resistance is beaten.

Then I thought about the randomisation mechanic I came up with last time for draining and thought it might also work here.  With a tweak.  For draining, the energy generated was a simple numerical value.  For seduction we might want to make the type of value important (in the same way playing cards have both a suit and numerical value).

For our game the "suits" could be represented by kinks (or type of lover).

For example:

Heart - Cute, Friendly, Loving (or at least able to act that way)
Whip/Hancuffs - Dominatrix
??? - Exotic, Sensual
??? - Filthy whore (Crude, nasty and very sexy about it)
Fist - Physical, likes to overpower with muscle

Checking out the various online kink maps might help to cover the range here.  Loving and Dominatrix seem good cats, the others not so.  Loving + various femdom types (bondage, wrestling, pain, smothering) is also a possibility as succubi (and monster girls in general) fit well with various femdom kinks.

Another possibility could be attributes - representing what sends the target a-quiver and what the succubus possesses in abundance.

For example:


We could use either or even both.  Maybe one is a prerequisite required before a target can be seduced.  The other is a measure of whether the seduction succeeds or fails.

Thinking about it with an example.

[Soldier] has a seduction requirement of 4 Hearts.

The simple way to implement this is a player captures the card with any Succubus with 4 Hearts in seduction rating.

We can also have item or spell cards to boost the seduction power of summoned succubi.  [Lesser Cute Succubus (2 Hearts)] + [Aphrodisiac Lipstick (+2 Hearts)] can seduce and capture [Soldier (4 Hearts)].

If we want to add a little randomness each succubus can have a seduction rating that determines how many cards they reveal (as with the drain mechanic).  This time only symbols of the correct type (it could be the card cost or some other attribute) count.  We can still have the other stuff, representing in how specialised the succubus is in different kinks.


[Soldier (Hearts: 4)]
[Weak Cute Succubus (Seduction Rating: 2, Base Hearts: 1)]

[Weak Cute Succubus] starts at a base of 1 Hearts and they reveal 2 cards when attempting to seduce.  If those 2 cards contain 3 Heart symbols the seduction succeeds.  Otherwise they have to try again next turn.

One way this random element might make things fun is it allows players to contest the same character without the outcome being certain.  This gives some needed interaction and could work like this:

- Player A sends his [Weak Succubus] after [Soldier A]
- Player B sends his [Moderate Succubus] after [Soldier A]
- They both take it in turns playing face down boosts.
- Boosts are revealed.
- Players reveal cards from deck equal to their succubus's seduction rating and adds the number of required symbols revealed to the seduction total.
- If neither total passes [Soldier A] requirement, neither player gets card.
- Otherwise, player with highest total gets [Soldier A]

While the revealing cards off deck part adds a random element, it is a random element the player has control over.  They build their deck and can stack it in favour of one kink (suit).  This means they will be more likely to hit symbols of that kink, but will have a much harder time capturing characters with different seduction requirements.

The seduction requirements might not always be positive.  A character might like one attribute, but dislike another.  When counting up the total seduction value, the number of disliked symbols revealed are subtracted rather than added to the score.

Hmm, some possibilities here.

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Monster Girl Card Game - Brainstorming IV

Previous Brainstorming - I, II, III

The Monster Girls - Yay!

Last up I was thinking about the "battlefield" the players (and their monster girls) were going to fight over.  Time to start thinking about the central hook - the monster girls themselves.  This is main focus of the game.  I want an excuse to put as much sexy artwork of succubi, lamia, and the rest on cards as I can.  Think of it as a playable version of the Monster Girl Encyclopaedia.

Each player's deck should contain plenty of monster girls.

The question then is - Will the player's deck be all monster girls, or will it include other things like spells?

For the monster girls we'll want various tiers.  The bottom tier will be the standard nameless "foot soldiers" (e.g. generic slime girl, generic imp).  Middle will likely be specialised variants of the basic types with some extra abilities.  Top tier is where we get named characters with a lot of power and abilities.  On the fluff side, creating these and giving them back stories should be a lot of fun.

Next step: what interactions will the monster girls have (assuming we're avoiding the obvious fight each other option)?

Here are some possibilities for interaction with the characters in the kingdom deck:

Bind (Very Easy)
Turn off a character's defensive abilities for a turn.

Heavy Bind (Easy)
As above, but the character is tied up until rescued in some fashion.

Kill (Moderate)
Remove a kingdom character.  Each player should keep a pile of which characters they've killed.  This opens up scope to create kingdom heroes with abilities that punish players for murderous behaviour.  And others capable of resurrecting fallen characters.

Really Kill (Harder than Kill)
No chance of resurrection.  No card left to provide suspicion.

Seduce (Hard)
Lure a character away into naughty behaviour.

Which can then lead to:

Generate resources from character.  Mechanically this could be represented by more energy to open up more powerful spells/summons.  Maybe bonus abilities.

This is where the sexy snu-snu is happening.  That's not so relevant for a physical card game, but if implemented as a computer game, this would be where we sneak in the H-scenes.


Turn/Corrupt (Very Hard)
Use the character in a way that advances one player's aims (opens up higher value characters to seduce and corrupt).  I'm still thinking on how this might work.

Going back to Drain, I think the player should be given some choice on soft or hard here.

A soft drain generates a steady stream of energy without risking the life of the seduced character.

A hard drain generates a big burst of energy at the cost of burning out the character.

Draining a character to death would have the benefit of giving a short term burst of more energy (for spells) and free up the succubus to attempt to seduce other characters.  It would have the disadvantages of losing that character (and the other bonuses they give) and increasing the number of characters killed (and the kingdom deck will probably have characters that care about number killed - e.g. police).

Straight off this gives some juicy gameplay tension as there will be lots of game states where the player will have to decide which choice better furthers their aims.

To make it more interesting we could add a random element.  The player has some influence over how much energy is harvested, but this can vary and too much will exceed a character's threshold and kill them.

Here's a rough example of how that might play out:

- Each card in a player's deck has a value of 1-3.
- The drain mechanic works like this:  The player reveals X cards of their library.  They gain energy equal to the total value of the cards. (and maybe another benefit such as choosing one of those cards to go into their hand)
- Each character has a value representing the maximum amount of energy that can be drained before they expire with a blissful smile on their face.
- Each succubus has a min and max value for the number of cards that can be revealed.

Now to give some actual stats.

Succubus.  Min 1, Max 3.
Soldier. Energy 4.

The soldier can give up four energy max before expiring with a blissful smile on their face.

The succubus allows the player to reveal 1, 2, or 3 cards (each having a value between 1 to 3).

Picking 1 card is safe.  The player will gain 1-3 energy depending on what is revealed.
Picking 2 cards will give more energy, but if the player reveals two 3s, or a 2 and 3 their captured soldier will expire (with a blissful smile on their face).
Picking 3 cards is if the player wants maximum energy and isn't too fussed about the seduced soldier surviving.  The soldier will survive on some combinations, but there are more where they don't.

This does introduce a RNG element that might be annoying, but also might be a lot of fun as well.  And it's not totally random - the player chooses which cards are in their deck and can vary the number of 1s, 2s and 3s to fit whatever strategy they're running.

This is now giving us something to play with.

Characters have variable energy.

Succubi have varying values for Min and Max.  This represents both power and control.  A low-level succubus would have low values in both.  A high-level succubus would have a high Max, but it might also have a high Min, making it much harder for a player to keep weaker "thralls" alive.  (It wouldn't be fun if the warlock had full control over his succubus...)

To increase the tension it would make sense for characters that provide other bonuses when seduced to have low values of energy (that old and feeble academic might boost the power of your spells, but they're not going to survive a heavy night with a lusty minotauress).

Making draining mandatory also throws in more tension.  A more powerful succubus might have a greater chance of seducing a character, but she's also likely to burn them out more quickly.

Next thing to consider is energy regeneration.  Options here are:

- Characters have a set amount of energy.  Once that's out, so are they (with a bang!).  THis is fairly limited.  The character is going to die anyway, so there wouldn't be much tension in picking Min or Max unless they had really strong bonus effects.
- Characters have a max and go back up to that at the beginning of every turn.  This is probably the most straightforward.
- Characters get some back each turn, but not all.  Work 'em too hard and they will eventually expire.  This might be nice, but is fiddlier and probably won't be that much better than the regenerate-to-max option above.

Hmm.  Some possible workable mechanics here.  And it gives me some ideas on how to link it with seduction.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Monster Girl Card Game - Brainstorming III

The Kingdom Deck

I thought of the central deck mechanic as a way to avoid going to down the much-travelled route of summon mons and smash 'em into each other.

Time to brainstorm how that mechanic might work.

In abstract terms the kingdom deck represents a battlefield (in this case the organisations and individuals available to the players to corrupt) and making it a deck of cards is a simple way of varying how each game will play out.

At any time a certain number of kingdom cards will be in play.  This can be thought of as a window of access.  These are characters that are accessible to the warlock's sexy minions.  This window of access will be constantly moving - cards will cycle out at end of turn and new cards come in (representing opportunities to get at an individual passing).  Thematically and mechanically this seems plausible.  If the current configuration locks all players out from doing anything the game should have a way of keeping things flowing.  Effectively the cards in play are a queue.  At the end of turn the bottom card is removed from play, all the others slide down and new card is turned over from the kingdom deck and added to the top of the queue.

With that mechanic in place the questions become:

How big should the kingdom deck be?
Big enough to provide enough variety without being unnecessarily unwieldy.  Less than 100 and greater than 50 at a rough estimate.

How many cards in play at any one time?
This is the size of the window of access.  Too many and it becomes overwhelming.  Too few and reduces the possibilities of interaction between kingdom cards.  I'm thinking of starting with 12 and seeing where it goes from there.

Is the layout important?
This shouldn't matter.  Designate where the top is and where the bottom is.  As the game progresses cards cycle off the bottom and new cards are added to the top.  It shouldn't matter if this is a line or a grid.  The reason we might want to specify a specific layout is it allows for a spatial mechanic.  eg.  Bodyguard - while this is in play cards adjacent to it may not be seduced and corrupted.

How fast does the kingdom deck cycle?
Do we expect to go through it once or multiple times in a game?  This will affect strategy.  Deckbuilding games such as Dominion have the player cycle through their own deck many times in a game and having some control over the content of that deck is a major part of the strategy.  I'm not sure how it would work in a physical game (as opposed to computer game), but an interesting idea would be a "capture'n'subvert" type mechanic - seduced minions are shuffled back into the kingdom deck.  The game would then become about both players try to "build" the kingdom deck (by corrupting some pieces to their side, removing others that are detrimental to their strategy).  I think that could be interesting, but probably online only as tagging the characters once they go back into the deck to indicate who had turned them would by tricky to implement in a physical card game.

Then to think about what goes in the kingdom deck.  Characters for succubi to target, tempt, seduce and then corrupt to the player's side is the most obvious.  So what type of characters?

Basic characters that don't fight and don't have influence.  They exist as an energy source for monster girls to slurp energy out of (and give us lots of lovely perversion potential).  Also, if we don't mind wandering into grimdark territory, bloody sacrifices required to bring the more powerful demons into play.

Seducing these opens up access to higher tier characters.

While these characters are in play, players are prevented from certain actions (eg a priest that prevents succubi seductions from taking place while they're on the table).

Keys and Blocks are functionally doing the same thing - controlling access to higher rank cards.  Main mechanical difference is that a key can be grabbed at any time and used later on the higher target while the block needs to be in play at the same time the target is.   If the goal of the game is to capture top-rank "King" cards, it's going to be important that there are Blocks in play while the King is in play.

These cards exist to be a nuisance to the player through things like banishing succubi, rescuing seduced characters, hampering certain magic.  Think of them as like random events being turned over for the turn.

Thinking about heroes as mechanical representations also makes me think about when events trigger.

Here are some possibilities:

When the card comes into play (is turned over from kingdom deck at start of turn)
When the card leaves cycles out of play (less important)

And also on player actions:
When a succubus is summoned
When a spell is cast.
We can also have triggers that are specific to spells and succubi of different factions (Most card games divide into groups - e.g. the five colours of Magic: the Gathering).
When a character is seduced

This should give a lot of design space for making cards. (and we haven't even started on the succubi yet!)

Not in-game dangers, but design dangers.  I think the game wants the various kingdom cards to be able to interact with each other and the player.  The danger there is that if the interactions are too specific (eg limited to one of maybe five factions within the kingdom deck) or there are too many card types, there's a danger there will be too many instances where none of the kingdom cards in play at any one time do anything.

For this reason I like the idea of making the kingdom deck all characters.  That way there's more overlap between the types.
e.g. Strategically a player will want to remove Blocks to open up access to other characters.  The choices there can be:
a) Very easy - temporarily take them out of the picture.  e.g. an arachne sticking them in a web, sending them to sleep with alraune perfume.
b) Easy - removing them permanently.  e.g. Nom-noms for the more vore-y monster girls.
c) Hard - seducing them into resource.  e.g. Succubus drains them for mana a player can use for spells.
d) Very hard - seducing them and using them as a double agent.

Hmm.  I should start thinking about those sexy succubi cards now...