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.