Dark Passions by Jeff Gelb

dragging me back to the redheaded Fury.
    â€œNo!” I yelled.
    â€œYou will service the Furies for all eternity. As written in the Scrolls of Hazaa.”
    â€œNo! God no!”
    She ignored me and sunk her claws deep into the back of my thighs, then pushed me into her so my now rock-hard cock slid into that monstrous hole of hers. She then used me as a human dildo. There was nothing I could do to break free. Nothing to do but be pushed over and over again into that foulness. To have that sour, fetid breath against my face. To feel that ungodly tongue poking into my ear. All I could do was scream, but their own orgasmic screeching drowned me out.
    For all eternity.

Beauty and the Beast
    Richard Wilkey
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    d on’tlookatmelikethat
    Someone seemed to be scolding him. The voice was faint, hazy, almost distant. It sounded like a woman, but his mind was cloudy and his head ached so badly that it was difficult to concentrate. Where was he? What was going on? don’t-look-at-me-like-that
    There it was again, but, hell, he wasn’t looking at anyone. His fucking eyes were closed; he felt too dizzy to open them.
    â€œDon’t look at me like that!” her voice screeched again, intensifying his headache.
    Jason Walker struggled to open his eyes to a wavering blur. Could this be the worst hangover of his life? The room seemed to sway to the left and then to the right, rocking as if he were on a distressed steamer on a stormy sea. As his senses gradually improved, he realized he was naked from head to toe—and strapped to a straight-back wooden chair. His worst hangover became his worst nightmare.
    â€œAre you happy now ... stalker ?”
    He almost did a double take when his vision finally focused on her. She was stunningly gorgeous, with long brown hair that tumbled over her shoulders and a dark, even tan everywhere that he could see. She had sparkling blue eyes and was packed inside a light blue cutoff T-shirt that was at least a couple of sizes too small. She obviously wore no bra, because the nipples of a pair of what seemed to be grapefruit-sized, near-perfect breasts strained against the thin fabric. She wore ultratight, supershort shorts and looked like one of those Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders in black spiked heels. Few women in his life had taken his breath away, but the sight of this one could damn near put him inside an oxygen tank. But what the hell was she talking about? He hadn’t been staring at her; his fucking eyes had been closed!
    Jason tried to focus. A dog barked from another room of this scarcely furnished apartment. “Wh-what?” he managed to mumble. The nightmare was now transforming into his wildest fantasy. Here he sat, naked, his clothes obviously having been removed by this virtual goddess. Could it be some kind of twisted, sexy role-play that she wanted? But something felt wrong. She was almost a dream come true—except for her demeanor. She was fidgety, like she was either high on something or was suffering from withdrawal. She paced back and forth, taking short, quick steps, mumbling beneath her breath. Then she stopped and stared directly into his eyes.
    â€œYou were gawking at me, you asshole,” she hissed.
    Jason expelled a burst of pent-up breath, becoming more aware of his nakedness. Who the hell wouldn’t stare at her? But what the fuck was she talking about? He tested the tension at his bound hands and found it uncomfortably tight.
    â€œHey,” he began, “help me out here. I’m—”
    â€œSHUT UP!” she yelled, her face a reflection of mounting anger. Jason realized that his perception was shifting once again, this time making a sharp U-turn from Fantasy Boulevard back to Nightmare Junction. The damn dog, still unseen, continued to bark incessantly.
    This was crazy. He vaguely recalled meeting this sexpot in a bar. She’d been overtly flirtatious, and he thought he’d struck gold when she