By
Lisabet Sarai
In
the comments associated with my post about anonymity, I mentioned
Damned If You Do, where the heroine is an author of erotic
romance. She’s not exactly anonymous, though she writes under a
pseudonym, but nobody knows the true depths of her depravity until
her demon master posts a graphic video of them on the Internet.
Anyway,
I thought it would be appropriate to share a bit from that book. Just
for fun, I’m using the description of the video.
Blurb
Wendy
Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her
critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted
agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her
the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her
coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well
as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at
what cost?
Nothing
you can't afford to lose, my dear.
Seduced
by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He
becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly
flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her
mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has
sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she
discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock
ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim
her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity
and true love.
Excerpt
Wendy
emerged from the bathroom to find Dan on the phone.
“Yes.
Very well…I understand… That’s pretty hypocritical of them, I
must say…”
“Who
is it?” she whispered. He waved her into silence.
“We
have to consult our own lawyers about this.”
“Lawyers?”
she mouthed. Dan scowled.
“We
will be in touch. Yes, you can send the documents to me at my office.
Good bye.”
She
climbed back onto the bed and sat cross-legged facing him. “So?”
“It’s
started. The unraveling of your success, I mean. That was one of
Harbison Frost’s lawyers. They’re canceling your contract.”
“What?
On what grounds.”
“The
obscenity clause.”
“You’re
kidding me!”
“Nope.
They’re halting the second print run and they want their advance
back.”
“No
way!”
Every
book contract Wendy had ever signed included boilerplate certifying
that the work was not libelous or obscene. She’d always felt that
was pretty ridiculous, given the sort of content that appeared in
erotic romance these days, but she never objected. She understood
this was just paranoia on the part of publishers. “Every book I’ve
written would be labeled ‘obscene’ by some people. Nobody has
every objected. Quite the opposite. Publishers keep pushing me to
ramp up the heat.”
He
shook his head with a sigh. “It’s not just the book, though. I
gather there’s some sort of sex tape that’s appeared on the
Internet, purporting to show Gwen Diamante engaged in activities with
which Harbison Frost doesn’t want to be associated.”
“I
never made any kind of sex tape…” she began, before realizing
that Bub might have recorded every one of their interludes. She would
never have known. Hell, she’d been so deep in subspace most of the
time, she wouldn’t have noticed an actual camera crew, let alone a
hidden webcam. She flung herself off the bed. “Let’s start your
computer and take a look.”
The
video wasn’t difficult to find. When she opened the search engine
and typed “Gwen Diamante video”, the screen listed all her
trailers, including the recent one for Cherished Chains, plus
a clip entitled “Gwen Diamante Demon Sex”.
“The
bastard,” she muttered as she clicked the link.
The
screen went dark, then brightened to show what was unquestionably her
bedroom. Everything was illuminated in red, as if the video had been
shot in a photographer’s dark room.
A
woman sprawled on the bed, her face hidden in her arms and her raised
ass toward the camera, in a vivid close-up. Even with the dim
lighting, the bloody welts decorating her buttocks showed clearly,
near-black against her pale skin. A whip whistled through the air
then landed with a snap on the woman’s butt. She groaned, her voice
strained and hoarse. A new streak of darkness appeared on her ass.
The knotted leather bit deep. The camera showed clearly the paths it
carved in her jiggling flesh.
A
huge, gnarled hand appeared from outside the frame and raked a curved
claw along the crevice between her bruised butt cheeks. The woman
screamed and convulsed in a violent orgasm, fluids streaming out of
her onto the bed.
“Damn,
that’s raw.” Dan’s face was white and drawn, but he didn’t
look away. “Is it you?”
Bile
rose in Wendy’s throat. “I don’t know. It could be.”
The
being wielding the whip continued to alternate between lashing the
woman’s ass and teasing her into climaxes that looked more like
torture than pleasure. At one point, a long forked tongue slithered
into the picture and flicked its way over the woman’s bloody
buttocks, before worming into her anus. It could well have been
artificial, simulated via computer graphics, but it looked
disgustingly real.
Whoever
had made the film had a sense of timing. Before the whipping grew
boring, the camera pulled back. The hidden torturer stepped into
view. Wendy and Daniel both gasped.
The
creature was so tall that its bald head almost grazed the ceiling.
Leathery-looking scales covered its back, while its ropey limbs were
sickly pale. A barbed tail emerged from between its prominent
buttocks. The tail lashed back and forth like a cat’s as the thing
drew closer to the motionless figure on the bed. Its face was still
not visible, but there was no missing the enormous phallus that
jutted from its skinny loins.
With
a growl, the creature reached for the woman and flipped her over. Her
face still lay in shadow. Once again, Wendy was reminded of a cat
playing with a mouse. Sinking its claws into her already bloodied
thighs, it yanked her open and drove that impossible cock into her
dripping cunt.
The
woman yelled. The demon roared. The camera zoomed in on the
shaft—easily five to six inches in diameter—pounding into the
impossibly stretched aperture of her sex.
The
screen went blank for an instant. The next shot showed a woman’s
head, her face turned to the side. That unearthly, taloned hand
appeared again from the side. Almost gently, it turned her to face
the camera.
The
woman’s eyes were shut tight. She looked drained, totally depleted,
yet somehow satisfied. Drool hung from one corner of her mouth. Thick
gobs of what had to be cum spattered her cheeks and matted her hair.
Despite
the mess, there was no mistaking her features.
The
clip ended.
****
Wendy
shuddered. She wanted to vomit. “I had no idea,” she murmured,
her face in her hands. “I didn’t know…” Sobs wracked her.
“I’m so sorry…”
Dan
gathered her to his chest. “Never mind. You’re safe now. He’ll
never touch you again.”
“But
the video—how horrible! No wonder they want to dump me… How could
I have been so stupid?” Rising panic swept through her. She clung
to his body. “Oh, Dan! What do I do now?”
He
ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead. “First
thing we do is contact the video sharing site with a take-down
order.” He was already clicking and typing. “Then we issue a
public statement branding the video as a hoax.”
“Nobody’s
going to believe us.”
“Oh,
come on! You think people are going to believe you were fucked by a
demon? In this world of fake news, everyone knows how easy it is to
make something artificial look real.” He glanced up from the
keyboard. “Heck, it might even be good for your sales.”
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Narrated
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