some sluts need electrical shocks, body modifications, and totally de-humanizing conditions to be made obedient.
Reblogged from the sadist's toolbox
Reblogged from the sadist's toolbox
she was either going to cum constantly, or be unable to, in a constant state of arousal. either way it was going to be an interesting 4 hours.
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like Fifi’s imagination
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the electric butt plug kept sending shocks through her, as with the vibrator inside of her. she knew that she was not restrained to the table, but was deaf, and blind, thanks to her hood. plus daddy said that if she tried to move she would be made to spend another week like this. so she struggled and squirmed for 8 hours until daddy came home to put her in the cage for the night.
Johnny Depp & Vincent Price ~ Edward Scissorhands (1990)
(Vincent Price’s last screen appearance and his last moment ever on screen was a death scene)
Bookbinding Page46 by *faile35 No link yet. For more information on the entire series, read the “‘Demon’s Due’ Defined” journal entry here [link] or the “‘Demon’s Due’ Plus” journal entry here [link] .
Lying on the worktable, naked, bound, and gagged, Elina squirms, subtly trying to work some slack in the cloth that holds her powerless. Now silent, the nimble gremlin crouches away from her, eyes gleaming wickedly, the sorcery burning within its mind beginning to ripple inwardly and resonate in greater magnitude. Sensing a potent masculine magic, the distant, Scholarly portion of her mind wonders from where the creature is drawing power for its sorcery, while the rest of her dreads the answer.
The dark workroom breathes like a man dying, its hushed, uneven gulps of air punctuated by moments of painful stillness in which Elina’s heart pounds in her ears. Whatever the creature plans to do to her, she knows it will be horrifying, but not even her screams will pierce the underground shadows, and she knows they would not be heeded anyway.
Then the muffled breathing and her own heartbeat merge into a new sound, the quiet, hesitant step of booted feet on stone.
FANTASY INK: Ken Kelly did a lot of great covers for Warren’s black and white horror magazines.
A Small Boy’s Pet… Lurks in the Dark, Spooky Cellar! “Bowser”
Out of what crypt they crawl, I cannot tell,
But every night I see the rubbery things,
Black, horned, and slender, with membraneous wings,
And tails that bear the bifid barb of hell.
They come in legions on the north wind’s swell,
With obscene clutch that titillates and stings,
Snatching me off on monstrous voyagings
To grey worlds hidden deep in nightmare’s well.
The Wirld : Xao’s miscalculation by *almeidap So I found out how their operation runs. The suits, are infused with magitech (a cross between magic and technology) and they can be set for any one of the sectors of the Wirld. It’s like a self contained enviroment, the user only has to set his suit for the sector he is strongest in and voila….he can travel to any sector and keep those abilities. They have several ‘homes’ this one that has a lizard mage that can customize a girl to whatever the client desires and they pump you with Black X, a powerful drug that makes the slightest touch damn near orgasmic, oh I can think clearly but my body…it’s in overdrive to the point where I gave up our plans and the transimitter the others would have used to find me. My body is in heaven, my mind in hell…
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Fifi shamefacedly admits that this image is within her comfort zone
just as a point of reference, this image is outside Fifi’s comfort zone
Suzanne ~ Linnea Quigley ~ Night Of The Demons (1988)
I would read that book
Werewolf ~ Sanjulian