A Change on a Friday Night in Vegas

There are no side streets in Las Vegas but Scott turned a corner and there seemed to be less neon and blinking lights. He spied an entrance with a simple painted sign that said “The Marquesa’s Crystal Palace.” And displayed on boards on either side of the entrance were photos of some very beautiful women …

Scott was what you would call a hell raiser. A hard drinker, he often got into fights when he was drunk and won most of them. He also liked to push women around after he had had a drink or two . . . and tonight, he felt like a drink or two ….

Once inside Scott took a seat at a table and looked quickly at the menu placed there, hardly noticing the imprint: “The Crystal Palace, A MarquesaCo Enterprise.”

…. of course even if he had noticed he wouldn’t have known what it meant anyway. Read more…

Marquesa The Vampire Slayer

They were certainly an unusual trio. The First – because She is always the First! – Was The Magnificent Mysterious Mesmerizing Mistress Marquesa de Sade, our Heroine, dressed in a long black, low cut, form fitting, curve-clinging dress. Her perfect face, matchless form and unusual grace turned heads as they walked into the Fetish Ball. Read more…

Under the Spell of the Witch

Kevin paused in front of the oaken door that graced the graceful abode of Mistress Marquesa, the hypnotic witch, and went through the chain of events that brought him here.

As an investigative reporter for an online magazine that focused on the strange and esoteric, he was used to stories of magick and mystery, but this was a little different.

An anonymous tip via e-mail had brought him 3000 miles from home to interview a woman who was rumored to have magickal powers of seduction and temptation, and who was also suspected in the disappearance of several men in the area. Read more…

Transmigration (Part III)

“What had She done with me?” The thought continued to pound through my head like African drums as I watched the floors drift so painfully slowly by. The elevator seemed to move even more slowly as my frenzied impatience grew. The pointed edges of the crystal became the furious, razor-sharp fingernails of a tortured demon as I clutched it in my fist. I bared my teeth in defiant rage, as the happy ring of the elevator seemed to announce the arrival of another guest to hell. Read more…

Transmigration (Part I)

Sam smiled as I slid the ten-dollar bill into his tip cup. I sat at the bar, and nursed my drink, looking around. An average looking redhead came in, and sat at the end of the bar. When she looked at me, I knew instantly what sort of woman she was. I’d seen many like her, coming in here with hopes of leaving on the arm of a future husband. Read more…

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