The passengers lined up at the gangplank gawked, the anticipation of boarding a luxury cruise ship momentarily forgotten in the shock of an uncanny spectacle. The sight of a grown man, on his knees, bawling like a toddler, was titillating and disorienting all at once. Almost as unnerving as the man’s hysterics was the blithe indifference of the woman he had accosted. Read more…
Tag: Legs
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- August 10th, 2016
- Discussion:
- No Comments
Robert watched as the woman slowly returned to consciousness. She had been bound, and for good measure also gagged. The drugs she had been given made such precautions redundant, but one could never be too careful. As her eyes opened Robert leaned forward to catch her emerging attention.
“Can you hear me, Krystal or Goddess or whatever you call yourself?” Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- June 17th, 2016
- Discussion:
- No Comments
Note- “Focus” is both a sequel to an earlier story, “Tame Your Pet,” and an homage to the novel Venus in Furs.
Heinrich was suspicious as soon as the woman walked through the door. The modeling agency that sent her was legitimate; he had taken work from them many times when he was under cover here in Los Angeles. But their services could have been commandeered by the FBI or some other government office. Heinrich had been using the cover of a professional photographer for decades (it was the perfect smokescreen for reconnaissance, no one questioned why a photographer would want to inspect buildings and terrain in great detail), he had met hundreds of models. This woman was not one. Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- June 7th, 2016
- Discussion:
- No Comments
“This is a bat-shit crazy idea,” Bob yelled. I thought so too, but I didn’t say so with Morty standing there.
“That’s what makes it genius,” Morty, my manager, shot back, adjusting his tie. The voices echoed through the auditorium of the Dewdrop Casino in Las Vegas, where we had come to scout the prospects for this weird exhibition. “This match will be broadcast live on cable television, right before the title fight. The purse will be fat, and the publicity we get will put Benny’s name out there. This is what will get him a title shot of his own.”
“Bullshit,” spat Bob. “Who’s gonna want to see him after he hits a girl on TV?” Read more…
- Author name:
- pawnofMarquesa
- Publish date:
- May 27th, 2016
- Discussion:
- No Comments
Qal was feeling overworked. The spots on his hands, usually a healthy aquamarine hue against the cobalt blue of his skin, had turned a sickly purple from lack of sleep. With the countdown clock for the invasion of earth ticking down, the examination of abducted specimens had been accelerated. Command wanted as much up-to-the-minute data as possible before the first waves landed. When Qal had joined the military instead of seeking a university post upon completion of his advanced degree in xenopsychology, he had understood that he would be a support member of the invasion fleet. But he had never expected that the army would treat someone of his education as such a work horse. This was the thirty-seventh probe he had undertaken in less than two earth-days. Back home on Zygreb he would have had cause to bring a complaint for worker abuse. Read more…
