Masque 3
Masque 3
Masque 3 is a dark, character-driven tale of survival, power, and degradation, set against a backdrop of war and betrayal, with vivid, explicit artwork amplifying its raw intensity.
Masque 3
Masque 3 is a dark, character-driven tale of survival, power, and degradation, set against a backdrop of war and betrayal, with vivid, explicit artwork amplifying its raw intensity.
Tic Toc Taken
Despite her attempts to resist, Mary struggles against their control, with the story hinting at bigger schemes involving digital currency. The tale ends on an ominous note, suggesting her ordeal might lead to more targets.
Voyages of the trader vol. 2.1.
It is that time of year, where the warmer climates call out to eager students to get ready to party for spring break. Of course, young women need little reason to show their bodies and display their young firm flesh.
Funhouse.
What starts as fun in a haunted house quickly turns into a real nightmare with kidnappings, public humiliation, and horrifying challenges. Will they escape the twisted spectacle, or become part of its perverse game?
Group project.
However, the situation quickly takes an unexpected turn, leaving the once-dominant Cassandra as a desperate, writhing wreck, begging the once nervy nerds for release. Unravel Cassandra’s humiliating ordeal in this steamy saga.
Tales of terror 2.
The great Lesbi K Leih teams up with the legendary Geoffrey Merrick once again to bring you this incredible all new comic filled with three more stimulating stories of reimagined monster movies! As ever, we know it’s a terrible waste to wanna slice ‘n’ dice dynamite damsels. How about binding, gagging, and having your way with them instead?
Harem horror hell part 8
The sex slaves have no say in the matter as they’re carted out in front of all of the sweating, angry workers! There are so many men who’d love a good fuck, and while the Emir had a big harem, it may not be enough.
The black crystal
Those who defy him are punished most severely. Their menfolk are taken and brutally executed, while their womenfolk exist to serve only under the Lord Kain, beholden to the power of his dark and vile BLACK CRYSTAL!
Cruel servants
It will be three months of hell for the Montana clan. Mr. Hank Montana can only watch as his wife and hot daughter are taken and abused over and over again right in front of his very eyes! The family will get real close with each other whether they want it or not!
The entertainers
When the coach has had enough, he’ll sell out Julie to a cruel, jacked slaver known only as Mason who will train this tennis tart in receiving a different set of balls.
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.
Hanging women
Most of the time, Burt was extremely quiet. There were people who worked at the factory who’d known Burt for five years and in that time heard him only say a few sentences at most. But once he was locked in his private room, known to most there as simply “Burt’s Office”, he couldn’t stop talking. Whilst he put women through the most unimaginable pain, he would just talk and talk.
Burt’s method was simple. There were always two girls in his office, sometimes more. He wanted his next victim to see what the previous one went through, as he knew that the fear of suffering could be just as powerful as the suffering itself. Despite the fact none of the girls he worked on spoke English, they all understood what he wanted from them.
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.
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.
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
“Master…master please. Listen to me. You’re killing me. My poor vagina… it’s ruined. You won’t be able to fuck me if you don’t take me off this!” An exhausted Nadine cried.
“Oh you underestimate your cunt, slave. I will fuck it, even as torn and bruised as it is. In fact, it’ll be a better fuck for me, since the swelling will make it so tight. But it’s not quite ready yet. Ride some more, I want to see your clit turn purple before I take you off!”
“NOOOOOOO!”
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.
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.
Slavegirls in an oriental world
“GLLURRRGGGHHHHHH! AAHGGGGGLLLAAA!” The girl howled and gurgled around the cock in her throat. The cane was viciously slashing down across her swollen and now angry red pussy lips in a staccato rhythm , one blinding flash of agony after another with no time for her to rest.
Rashad groaned with pleasure as she screamed around his cock, but he was disciplined. It would be another hour at least before he came. By then her pussy would be nearly swollen shut from the welts and bruises he was leaving on her…
And then he’d fuck her open with his cock…
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.
The marquis de sade’s friend
“Well, my lords? What do you think of these two?” The two lords, Lord Calaban and Lord Foster, couldn’t keep their hands off the girls’ supple skin and tight, nubile flesh. “They are most perfect, Lord Caine! They are most excellent indeed!” the Lord Calaban said, kneeling down to take a mouthful of ass between his teeth and bite viciously!
“Ouch!” little Annie cried out, wriggling and squealing as she dangled from the ceiling. “Please, milords! Please let me go! This… this is wrong! Please!”
“Quiet, you!” Lord Caine said, slapping the blonde bitch across the cheek. “This will teach you to steal from my gardens, you little slut!” he roared. “Now you’ll be sold as sex slaves and fuckpets to anyone willing to pay your piddling price! Normally I’d charge more, but I think it should serve as a lesson that the both of you are cheaper than a cow and a chicken!”