Private dick part 3.
Things get real hot in this dark, dark town when marcus colt delivers a skinny stool pigeon to his thuggish employer in this final, unbelievable finale!
Little joey is happy the accountant is in hand, but joey decides to “renegotiate” the deal, and pretty, little vera carter is definitely on the menu!
Things go from bad to worse for Hannah and Madison as they’re taken over and over and over again by these lusty and insatiable masked, biker men. Their lovely holes are twitching and sore from all the fucking they’ve had to go through, their brains are addled by all the constant sex and orgasms, but there doesn’t seem to be any end in sight.
Erenisch is a master of the erotic and exciting and makes another amazing, complex, and satisfying comic in this incredible issue! An amazing storyteller with limitless possibilities, Erenisch never fails to deliver! This meta comic will give you a new perspective not just on the erenischverse but perhaps our own as well!
Enemies of Rome
Sextus was lost in his memories of earlier days. The wait for Gunther and his mercenaries was becoming endless and he was beginning to grow anxious.
Sextus did not know it, but the barbarian Gunther was fighting an invisible enemy. Venera was always ready for sex, but now she was possessed by Isthar’s spirit and she had become a she-wolf, hungrier than ever for sex. The barbarian had never seen anything like it before and he had been unable to resist her repeated requests to be fucked. He fucked her again and again, until he was exhausted and couldn’t fuck her anymore…
He collapsed on the ground, exhausted and lost all notion of time. When he recovered his senses, he left the cave and found that his horse had run off or been stolen, which made things very difficult.
Wondering what to do, he walked back into the cave and found Venera kneeling with her legs apart and her breasts pushed forward. She was masturbating and making lots of little high-pitched sex noises…
“GASP! OH! Fuck me again, barbarian! Fuck me, please!” she begged.
The smell of sweat and woman was too much for Gunther. His head started spinning and he lost control. He rushed over and caressed her breasts, kissing and licking her nipples. The he pulled her to her feet and took her from behind in the ass.
His mind was empty as he fucked her. He was totally concentrated, the way he was when he galloped on a wild horse until he broke its spirit. But he knew that this wild one was not so easy to tame. He filled her anus with the last of his sperm, and fell to the ground again, exhausted. But it was not over for Venera. She stood over him, holding her cunt lips wide apart. The horse was taming the rider…
“Fuck my cunt, barbarian! It needs you! Please!”
But it was useless. Gunther had nothing left in him.
“NO!” he shouted. “NO, you dirty slut! Riding you and your oily cunt has made me lose a real horse!” He trapped her clitoris between her cunt lips and squeezed hard on it.
Black star apocalypse
There was a period of confusion after the attack and the pirates took advantage of it to capture most of the surviving women and load them onto their craft. They ignored the probers who would have helped them distinguish between different categories of female prisoners. They only saw tits and cunts.
Thanz ordered the commanders of the mercenary fleet to distribute the women any way they wanted. The more women they had, the better for their cocks, he said. This chaotic distribution left the door open for many Xagians and Republicans to escape from the prisons of the Empire, but at a price: they were abused and raped mercilessly by the primitive pirates. Interrogation sessions were an excuse for all kinds of sexual brutality.
Captain Bronz and Lieutenant Barrow planned to take full advantage of this situation. Barrow was a brutal Azcanac mutant who had once been a paid tracker of Xagians. He boasted about his collection of horrendous trophies made of Xagian skin. But the two men didn’t get as many women as they wanted because they were among the last to arrive in the ruined passageways of Avernoh.
The four women they managed to catch would stay with them, they decided. They had no guarantee that the distribution system would give them any females at all…
“Look at this bitch, Captain! She’s a Xagian, for sure! See her cunt? It’s as tight as the barrel of my pistol. It’s made for shooting practice! You’re looking at a piece of Grade A Xagian pussy there!”
“Are you sure she’s Xagian, Mr Akznaco?”
“Sure as there are satellites on Crudor, Captain! I can’t get my fingers in her! It’s gonna be hard to get my cock in there!”
“Make an effort! I’ll watch while I wait for the warkosa to take effect.”
“Captain, you should keep off that stuff! You know it doesn’t do you any good!”
“Please obey orders, Lieutenant! You found this cunt hiding in the ventilation shaft, so she’s yours! Get on with it and fuck her!”
“At your orders, Captain!”
Inquisition
The whipping block being used today was, like all of the Inquisitor’s inventions, a very cruel one. It was actually designed as a type of wooden horse – made for the unlucky victim to “ride”, so that it split them in two. The block was pushed into place where Maria’s mother had a good view of her daughter’s suffering.
Maria was forced onto the triangular block before being pushed down. A chain was attached to her neck and held her head down. Cuffs were attached to her feet, to keep them together. Next, a large and heavy triangular block was attached to her arms – forcing them into a deeply uncomfortable position and preventing her from using them to steady herself.
“Ahh, please, stop, it hurts so much!” begged Maria
“You stupid cunt, we haven’t even started yet!” said the officer in charge of her punishment.
Goddesses, Queens and slaves
The music stopped suddenly and the slave stood still, her breasts and her buttocks lifted, offering themselves to the guests, who all applauded enthusiastically.
Ptolemy gestured to the guards and they took the dancer to the Emperor and pushed her to her knees in front of him.
“Tell me, slave, why have you offended the King of Egypt?” Ptolemy asked.
The girl looked him in the eye.
“I am not a slave, son of Ra. I am a free woman.”
One of the guards slapped her face.
“Free? I don’t think so!” said Ptolemy. “You have a foreign accent! Where are you from, slave?”
“From Judea, my lord.”
“Ah,” said Ptolemy. “If I am your lord, then you are not free!” He played a few notes on his pipes.
“You speak too boldly to your lord! But you are a good dancer. I would like you to dance again, for the entertainment of our illustrious Roman guests.”
“It will be my pleasure, my lord.”
“This time we will accompany the music with percussion and singing.”
A muscular slave with brown skin appeared, carrying a whip. The guards tied the girl’s wrists to a ring set in the ceiling.
Ptolemy the flute player blew on his pipes and the guard started flogging with his whip.
The preacher
Brother Henry stroked Jennifer’s cheeks and wiped away her tears.
He believed in keeping a woman partly clothed. The scarf around Jennifer’s waist was not there to conceal her pubic hair. It was there because Brother Henry thought it looked good.
“You have a lot to learn, Jennifer,” he said.
She sobbed, but the gag prevented her from speaking.
“MMM!!! MMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!”
“We are going to teach you about pain and pleasure,” Henry went on. “Look carefully at this riding crop. It will be one of your Masters now and you must learn to love it.”
He ran the hard leather crop over her breasts, making large circles on each breast and then making smaller circles until the crop almost touched her nipples, which wrinkled up and became tubular.
“You have sensitive nipples,” he said. He pulled back his arm and brought the hard leather down onto her naked breasts…
SWIIISH! SWIIIIIIIIIIISH!
SLAP! SLAAAAP!
“MMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”
Valentina’s story
“Aahhh… ahhh.. ahhh… AAHHHH!!!!” Patrizia wailed, her pussy being assaulted like it had never been before. Frank was not kind or gentle. He was rough and brutal as he pounded into her over and over again. Even in spite of her horror, her shame, and her humiliation, Patrizia could feel herself getting aroused by this violent pounding. Her whole body flushed red with arousal. Patrizia shook her head in denial. “No!!! Nooo!! Stop!!! Stop!!! You’re killing me!!! Please STOP!!!!” she cried.
“Oh you don’t like it? Perhaps you need another lesson!” Frank said, jamming down hard on the button again! Another agonizing shock rammed into Patrizia’s ass, and her whole body seized up stiff as a board. Patrizia’s eyes bulged again, and a scream of pure agony ripped out of her throat. “AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!!” she screamed. Even as she did so, her pussy clamped down hard on Frank’s cock and twitched and quivered, milking his dick for all it was worth!
Black star apocalypse
“D0Y076. 6. We are in position. Copy.”
“Ok, Commander Benghor. The target is in the maintenance area. She’s one of the Emperor’s sluts. She has a hobby, sucking the cocks of the maintenance guards. Capture her and leave the station before they miss her. Copy.”
“I can’t see that area on the maps. Copy.”
“Correct, my dear Commander. It’s not there. Copy.”
“Give me the coordinates please! Copy!” The computer was beginning to annoy Benghor.
“Not possible, I’m afraid. We don’t know them. You’ll have to find them for yourself, and then get your ass and hers out of there fast! Over and out.”
“D0Y076.6! Can you hear me? Shit! Can’t we make better computers than this?”
Benghor activated his location systems to find the coordinates of the Imperial space station. He knew he was taking a chance because they could locate him.
The Universal Localizer reported that he was not in the station at all, but in the middle of a desert on the asteroid Imbus. There were always little surprises like this, he reflected…
It didn’t make much sense, but the Emperor’s slut was apparently somewhere out there, sucking cock no doubt…
Benghor committed the map to memory and switched the computer off. He had the feeling that he had been on Imbus before, and perhaps he had because he found the installation he was looking for immediately. It was all too easy, he thought suspiciously.
For rent.
Cindy is one of the slavegirls who dreams of a kind master. After growing up seeing female slaves everywhere, it is unthinkable to Cindy to ever dream that she would be free or equal to men. All she wants is a man to enslave her and treat her a little more gently. She was forced to become the wife-slave of her sadistic uncle, but when she hears that one of the boys Peter beat up was her old bully, Cindy begins to fantasize about Peter becoming her protector. Can such a fantasy ever come true?
Wild west
But still, even now, so close to the sweet smell of sweating slut, the natives took their time… stripping the girl of her delicate petticoats and soft silks in bits and pieces while she screamed and creamed uncontrollably. Their dark, red faces grinned malevolently as they bared her pale, white flesh and rubbed their dirty, calloused hands all over her, roughly groping at her plump tits and pawing at her trembling, soaked pussy.
Wild west
The hunters quickly strung them up like animals to the slaughter, but they had a different kind of dressing to do… or undressing! The girls screamed and shrieked, but there was no one to hear them as the Indians expertly sliced and diced their fine, cotton dresses into shreds! “Please! Please!” pretty Beth shrieked as her cream dress was torn to tatters. “Please let us go! Please! This is a holy day! Please don’t do this!” she wailed.
Slavegirls in an oriental world
Habib and his sons had a little ritual when they inspected a possible new slave. Habib sat with his sons behind him and they all held a sword. None of them smiled or spoke. They just looked. The girls were brought to them naked with no previous instructions or training. Habib valued one trait above all others: shyness. He sat staring at Kiara’s pubic hair. It was the same color as the hair on her head, he noted, and this pleased him.
Wild west
“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” the girl screamed as the first warrior dropped his loincloth, revealing his massive member. As he laid down over the wriggling fuck meat and slowly thrust his erect cock deep inside her, he sneered. “You better be good fuck, or we leave you in riverbed for the crows!” he threatened as he began fucking her… hard.
Tourist trap
That was their first and last mistake! Both Hannah and Madison are picked up by a notorious biker gang. Their boss is a true sadist, one who doesn’t just like to humiliate the girls and force them to endure a dirty and violent gang bang, but one who likes to catch it all on camera to sell to the highest bidder!
Witch hunt
“You…” WHACK! “Disgusting…” WHACK! “Little bitch!” WHACK! The solider brought the cane down on the shameless little cunt, who was currently writhing on top the wooden horse. He was disgusted by her. Here she was, on trial for witchcraft, and she still couldn’t stop herself from seeking pleasure in the worthless gash between her legs. “Revolting,” he thought.
Wild
Little does she know what she’s in for when a beaten up, rusty truck pulls up. At first Linda is scared, but it’s another woman at the wheel.
Surely a woman wouldn’t be that dangerous at least not for a yummy piece of tail like luscious Linda, spilling out of her tight daisy dukes but that’s where she’s wrong.
Linda should’ve trusted her first instincts because things aren’t right out here in the woods.
In an Oriental World part 2 – Sold to Slavery
Damian is a master of the darkest arts as he shows you a crazed and insane world full of hard and horny slavers all too happy to take and break an uppity, white, missionary woman. You might be surprised how little a missionary’s daughter cares about the “spirit of Christ” when her own flesh is on the line and headed to market! These white women think that their English blood and their civilized ways will protect them, but they’ll learn the hard way that nobody in the darkest parts of slaver Africa cares what they think, and their new Arab masters will care even less…
You should keep your head down and mind your tongue, girlie or else you’ll be next on the chopping block!
Witch hunt
Ever since that day, she had been in the witch-hunters’ dungeon. Everyday she would wake up, naked and tied to one device or another in the dungeon, and she would look over at the sunlight spilling down the stairs. The witch-hunter just happened to be Marcus’s father, and he let Marcus help with Gloria’s interrogation. Every day, Marcus would come and he would crop her beautiful, round tits with his riding crop. Gloria would scream when it hit her and his crop would leave wonderful marks, deep in her soft flesh.
Roman decadence
As Vinteria watched the two women, screaming and crying as the Romans abused them, she found herself glad she was being tied to the cross. A slow death seemed preferable to a life a Roman painslave or fuckdoll. “Oh don’t worry girl, you’ll only be up there until tomorrow morning. Then we’ll cut you down and you’ll take her place on the rack! And then you’ll service our cocks!”
“NOOOO!”
The Chinns breed yet another western girl
The was an already-large and still-growing demand for slaves in the Third World. Mr. Chinn and Mrs. Chinn, opportunistic entrepreneurs if there ever was one, realized the long-range economics of such a demand. Of course, the physical satisfactions and pure pleasures of this sort of business did not fail to impress them, either.
The demand for half-white female babies was huge. Once of age, those female babies would be perfect slave-female flesh; ripe to provide almost all slave-female talent as unpaid maids, house servants, fucktoys, brothel whores, sex-show sacrifices, breed-whores and even worse. Over the last year, the chins, through their wide range of contacts, had arranged the abduction and incarceration of some one hundred of the best-looking Western girls. Mr. Chinn loved Western girls; they resisted enslavement so fiercely at first but once broken, they were such compliant white sluts. They might cry but they would do it while bucking their pale hips, making Mr. Chinn’s hard cock to do its own bucking, shooting its thick loads of baby-making cum.
As for Mrs. Chinn, she appreciated Western slave girls just as much, maybe more. She liked how they lost their pride after they experienced the agonizing distresses designed and directed especially by Mrs. Chinn. After being broken in and still being repeatedly raped by Mr. Chinn, those girls were so happy to show their humbleness to his wife – and they showed it by bestowing kisses, licking and sucking her sopping cunt and licking and sucking her pulsing asshole and widening their pretty mouth to accept whatever oozed out from Mrs. Chinn’s own excited holes.
Roman decadence
“Awww, feel my seed filling your filthy barbarian womb?” Arturo laughed, his body twitching as his cock shot his semen deep into her violated hole. “I hope you get pregnant whore. And I hope it’s a daughter so that when she comes of age, I can fuck her too, while you watch!”
“Arturo, please, not so loud. I can’t hear what this lovely girl is saying?” Legate Antonius said.
“Please my lord, my good Roman lord, let me service you! Let me give myself to you! I’m begging you! Please use my disgusting body for your pleasure!” The girl sobbed brokenly, trying to squirm away from Antonius who was brutally squeezing and twisting her tit in his hand.
Karma part 2
Erenisch comics are a grand experiment in erotic story telling. Again and again Writer/Artist Erenisch proves that erotic stories can be red-hot porn, while at the same time, interesting and even thought-provoking. Erenisch keeps taking risks and trying things no other artist has ever tried, and those risks keep paying off.
Each Erenisch comic takes place inside of a shared universe, with recurring characters, each with a distinct personality. Whether you are a first-timer reader, or a devoted follower who writes fan-fiction on the Erenisch forum, you will love this comic! Special focus in this issue is on action and chase scenes, puppy-girl humiliation, and slavegirls learning to enjoy oppressing other women. This comic is not to be missed!
Witch hunters no.6
The Middle Ages were a dark, sinister, and suspicious time full of ignorance and misunderstandings of the universe and the world at large. The church reigned supreme and had nigh absolute control not just of the earthly possessions of men and women but their very souls as well! Above all else, there was one thing that the church did not tolerate: women who expressed their natural, carnal desires, especially in the wholly “unnatural” act of loving other women!
It didn’t take long. A merchant’s wife, Marguerite was caught in the very carnal act that the church itself publicly detested but secretly desired: a midnight rendezvous with other, lesbian women! Her husband himself caught lovely Marguerite in the act, dancing and pleasuring themselves and each other shamelessly in the full light of the moon. Unfortunately for poor Marguerite and her lesbian lovers, this act was not seen as just shameful and humiliating when publicly exposed. Her sinful acts would condemn Marguerite and her lovers to the very depths of hell. It was not just a crime to love other women; it was a stain on the very soul itself! The church’s reach would go far and wide to root out this corruption by root, stem, and leaf no matter how far it would go. Marguerite would not be the only one to suffer by the end… there would be others caught up in the whirlwind madness as well… whether they wanted to be or not!
