House of Cthulhu — Fourth Night

~Fourth Night~

Heid Me or Hang Me

The key needed an eternity to turn in the lock, followed by ages of metal squealing on metal as the bolt slid back. Sibyl had managed to manoeuvre herself to the middle of the room, her beaten body still wrapped into the blanket. She gave a cough-like sound of relief as the door finally opened. Two silhouettes were standing beyond it.

Screams of my Mistress

Screams of my Mistress

by Venom

with special thanks to Polly Plummer

A glass of lemonade! Nina’s eyes flew open, fixing the cool patterns of moonlight reflected from hidden smooth surfaces onto the ceiling of her bedroom. The urge had come suddenly, and it had come strong! Half a glass, no more. That would be sufficient. Orange flavour.

She looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table:

2:35

Surely Mistress Selene would not be around the ground floor anymore.

HardSkill

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DISCLAIMER:

I.

This is a work of fiction.

II.

This is a work of FICTION!

III.

The author does not endorse or play down violence and brutality

of any kind against living beings in general and females in special.

The author insists on the consumption only by those legally of age

and where ADULT MATERIAL is not prohibited by law. If you get

offended by those topics, stop reading immediately.

Venom, March 2008

This is the revised, edited and extended version.

Venom, April 2013

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Synopsis

This story is pure fiction about an ultra-tough Über-heroine who works as an assassin and “cleaner” for the unscrupulous Yamamoto Incorporation, not too far in the future.

This work doesn’t lay claim to realistic representation of today’s business practices – it’s just a totally over the top fun story: violent, sexy, cool!

Nevertheless this story graphically describes acts of torture, mutilation and female homoeroticism. If you are offended by such topics (why should you?), stop reading immediately. I mean it.

House of Cthulhu — Third Night

~Third Night~

Consequences

Balogh László was pissed off. Not about the task as such, although he had had better things to do than carrying his arse through half the city in the middle of an autumn night and running errands.

No, it had been the implication which had been wrapped into Albert’s order. “Balogh goes” had meant “You are responsible for her training. Whenever she screws up, it’s to two thirds your fault”.

House of Cthulhu — Second Night

~Second Night~

Crossing the Dead

From her vantage point on the steeple Sibyl could overlook the whole area. It was colder than the night before, partly because the sky was not clouded, partly because very little in this surrounding emitted heat. For more than five hundred years people brought their dead to this place. This soil was blessed by decay.

Why is it me sitting in the dark two nights in a row, freezing and thinking about all the nice things I could do instead – or the nice things that could be done to me? Oh, right: rookie…

House of Cthulhu — First Night

House of Cthulhu

by

Venom

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~First Night~

The Woman on the Roof

The considerable height above ground, combined with the first harbingers of autumn storms, made this rooftop not a nice place to be. The woman in black pulled her heavy leather coat tighter around her body, shielding herself from coldness, wind and night. She leant forwards again to get a clear view through the telescopic sight of her precision rifle, with her body and weapon still in the relative protection of the weathered cistern wall.