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Mephistophelily

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... So let's see what they say to you.

Think of this as a writing exercise to get your imagination flowing.

I've come across so many images that put such amazing stories into my mind, but nothing that I've ever been able to convert into a full thread idea; just little one-shot imaginings of what could be happening in that scene... What caused it, what will happen, who these people are.

I'd like to see what random images might invoke in your mind.

Think of something off a posted pic? Write it out. Just refer to the pic so we know what you're writing about!

Find a pic you'd like to see converted into a quickie? Pop it up! I'm sure someone would love to take a swing at it. If you're posting more pics, number them based on how many YOU'VE posted thus far. That way writers can reference based on that. (Ex: "Lily's #4 Image", "VT's #3 Image")




 
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My Image 1

"I want to dissect you."

The sound of his raspy voice behind her sent a chill down Andrea's spine. She couldn't move; barely raise a finger- but no bindings held her down. That syringe of his, whatever he had injected into her... It made her lose all control of her body. She simply laid there, face down on that table as he paced her, the wheezing breaths he took making that mask about his face billow out then suck back in.

"I want to see what's inside. What makes you tick. Tick, tock, tick. That's not what the heart sounds like at all, but it's such a nice rhythm. Tick, tock, tick." The scalpel slid under the edge of her shirt, carelessly slicing it open as he pulled the blade upward. "Prep for surgery."

She wanted to scream, to use every possible obscenity that could come to her mind as he moved his knife down to her jeans. The tearing sound of the metal biting through the fabric made her heart race, fear pouring through her. *Get off. Get off me...*

"Tick, tock, tick..." He chuckled as his gloved hand ran up her now bare thigh, the feel of his touch making her near tears. "Oh, calm down, little one. You're shaking. I promise you, you won't cry out at all during any of this." He leaned over her shoulder, pulling down the mask to give a wide grin, the blinding white light above the table making his glasses shine and hide his eyes. "Oh, you'll feel it, alright. Feel every little detail. But no screaming. That little voice box of yours just doesn't work, does it?"
 
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My Image 2

He didn't like the outside world. The people, the noise, the world itself. Disgusting creatures, filling their surroundings with their despicable waste. He preferred to keep locked to himself, away from them all. Let the animals entertain him.

And how they did.

Watch them scurry like little rats, this way and that, back and forth. Killing each other, loving each other, looking to get a quick fuck once in awhile.

Now that was fun to watch. Horny little bastards.

His screens were his world. His way to watch them all be the horrible little creatures he knew them to be. He didn't even want to breathe the same air as them, the mechanism he had created filtering out the impurities of the wretched ones. "Entertain me, you sick fucks," He growled, a voice gravelled by his own makings.

Oh, look. Screen 9. Another duo looking to propagate and add to this meaningless existence. He leaned forward, his eyes locked on that screen in fascination as the man and woman slipped into the hotel room, the idea of their time together a sickening guilty pleasure he found himself enjoying. The man's pants came down as he stood before the woman, her gulping his erect cock into her lips like some hungry animal.

"Don't choke, bitch."

His hands tightened on his chair, furious with them. Furious with himself. He was watching this- he was enjoying this. DAMN IT! They had infected him too. This lust that drove him to watch these damned animals, that made him almost... almost... want to return to their horrible world.

"Just fuck her and get it over with."
 
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Lily - Image 1

"Congratulations," he paused to look back at the clip board, "Ms Jones. You will be the one that shows the world that my research is indeed correct.

"There is no need to try and thank me either. Mainly because I know how appreciative you are for what you are about to have implanted, but the drugs you have received have rendered certain motor functions unavailable. I need you to be as free of tense muscles as possible."

Claudia screamed. Or her brain sent the commands to scream. And push herself off the bed and run away. But nothing. No responses at all.

"I couldn't use a standard anesthesia on you, because to get the degree of physical effect I required, you wouldn't be able to breath, and well, any painkilling pharmaceuticals would not react nicely with the drugs I have given you anyway. Though I do believe that the drugs may impede any pain sensations you might feel. So, once the procedure is over, I will ask you about that."

Claudia's clothing was efficiently removed using heavy duty scissors until her back was completely exposed. She felt a soft spray of cold fluid gently raining on her back.

"The body is one extensive electrical system, conveying messages all around the body. You see, Ms Jones, I have found out how to ensure that a woman is in a constant state of low level arousal. Furthermore, earlier experiments showed exactly what level to leave a woman so that she would be eager to be pleased, but not suffer any long term harm."

He brought his face closer to hers, looking directly into her eyes. He felt euphoric that his years of research and experimentation were about to culminate in a successful outcome. And this woman would benefit from his work as well.

"When it's all over, you'll be able to thank me in the most enjoyable of ways. I know that once you do, you'll want to again, and again, and again."

He stood up, humming softly to himself as the blade came to rest of her lightly stained skin, moving slowly and parting the top layers of her dermis to reveal where his work would take place.
 
VT's #1

"Who are you?"

"Who are you." The voice repeated the question back, though the tone was given in a different inflection. This woman in black was unfamiliar, yet felt like someone she knew well.

Herself. But not.

"You're me?"

"No. You are me. But I will be you soon." The black dress woman's lips pulled into a smile, her gaze rising up and down the white-lace version of herself. "You're due for it, it looks like."

"I don't think I want you to be me..."

"Well honey, that's just too damn bad. Now step over the threshold. It's my turn to play. You've always wondered about that part of your mind, haven't you? That place locked behind the door? Come explore it. It's so fun here. I want to play on your side now."
 
VT - Picture #2

Janet never walked around her Uncle's house after dark. Something about the place made her feel uncomfortable when the lights were off. Ever since her first visit at age 5, she couldn't go anywhere that was not lit to some degree.

But while she stayed with him over the summer break, and worked at his antique bookstore to help fund her college course, she decided to free herself of the phobia his house instilled in her. More than once she felt herself start to return to the safety of her bedroom, but she steeled herself each time.

"It's only dark," she whispered to herself. "There is nothing to be afraid of."

Her footsteps were slow, uncertain as she ventured further from her only sanctuary within the house. She found the stairs leading down, which she slowly took, the feeling of fear starting to become more tangible. Almost at the base of the stairs, she paused to calm herself down. She shook her head and the seeming silliness of her reactions before continuing her exploration.

"Wha..." The whispered word barely touching her ears as Janet spied the soft light blue light coming from within her Uncle's library. The door was open, and the light was not strong enough to read by. She cautiously approached the doorway, and peered in nervously. To her amazement, the source of light came from one of her Uncle's bookshelves. She walked towards it, mesmerized by the glow coming from the huge leather bound tome.

"How come..." She hesitated before reaching up for the book. The heaviness of it caught her by surprise and she almost dropped it. She quickly adjusted her grip to deal with the weight, opening the book at a random page. Eddies of blue smoke or dust rose from the page, twirling in ways that brought beautiful shapes to life before her eyes. They moved, merged, parted, morphed into a continuing array of visual spectacles that called to her gaze, entrapping them easily.

Janet's voice was a series of soft "oohs", "ahhhs" and other simple sounds of enjoyment as the little scene played itself out. After a few minutes, the light blue dancers seemed to bow, sinking slowly back into the page. Janet looked around, to make sure no one was watching her. She licked her lips, softly taking her bottom lip between her teeth as she picked another page at random. Her face was bathed in a soft golden glow when the pages settled in place...
 
I have nothing to contribute at the moment ...my poor muse is still in hiding but I think this thread is a great idea and love reading the short little stories you guys came up with.
 
VT's Image 1 and 2

It was a place in her dreams. That limbo between imagination and reality, fact and fiction... That door of freedom where she lost herself to the uncontrollable, the primal.

Her dreams were reality. Her wishes were truth. Her desires were sated from vanilla to taboo. Nothing was forbidden in this dimension of her creation...

Where the scent of broken grass mingled with satiated arousal. The smell wafted to fill the air as her eyes flutter open to catch the glimpse of sweat glistening across bronzed skin. Where he laid next to her, the pair exulting in their naked glory in the garden of their Eden.

And the page turns. The ash gray smoke spirals from the unmarked pages. Filling her senses... The ground beneath her dissolves to it's cursed emptiness. Hollow wind whistles through the skeleton of a tree.... as the screams rise.

The tent is a lavish jewel set in the arid land of curses. The silk and satin brilliantly set to soften the hard ground beneath them... Not that they noticed anymore. Not when she was so caught up with so many of them. They filled her. Stuffed her. Ravaged her. The mark of their ecstasy dribbling from between her ass cheeks and smearing down between her sex and thighs.

The moved, a rippling chain reaction as her body tightened around both of them... throbbing lengths buried to the hilt inside her as they fought the urge to cum again.

Her hands work the two standing on both sides. Her mouth alternating between them as she struggles to bring impart some of the pleasure they gave her. Briefly, ever so briefly, her eyes meet the one man reclining farther away from her on the bed of furs. His eyes glitter with appreciation and lust as he watches her. Her eyes trail down to his left hand, to be ever reminded of the ring on his finger... that matches her own.

The moment is broken as the man behind her caves in. for a second time he cries out as his prick thickens in her ass and pumps his seed into her...

A chain reaction. Knees buckle as the milky white sprays over her face, her body. Ropes of jizz arcing to cover the distance as her body shudders once more... Her toes curl as her body arches, her sex clamping down on the cock inside her making him groan as his control is broken. Her ass squeezes even tighter around his softening prick, as if she could squeeze even more of his essence from his balls....

And the page turns again....

There is no time.... the reality of her world calls insistently in her mind as she is returned to the portal whence she came. Her name a mantra in her ears as she steps past the threshold. The darkness purified to white as she looks back with longing eyes at the fantasies yet to be seen, yet to be read, yet to be experienced.

Her Door to Erotica.
 
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My Image 3

"Welcome, dear friends, to the banquet hall.
I guarantee a good time shall be had by all.
Settle your places now, take to your seats;
we shall soon begin with our tasty feasts.

"Our snacks shall come in the rarest of tastes.
-I see that you're eager, those smiles in places.
But lower your fork, put down the wine...
I beg you to settle, but give me more time.

"The foods that we eat are not of the norm.
Our fruits, dear friends, are that of man's form.
Delicious and dark, so wonderf'ly sweet...
Sample her juices, taste of his meat.

"The plates are merely placed for the decor.
Shove them off now, thrown down to the floor.
Here comes the main course; sinful, divine.
Perhaps you'll choose to host our meal the next time?"
 
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Lily - Picture #4

Nyssa's slow ascent into wakefulness caused her head to loll from side to side. Her brow creased as she tried to move her arms and body but could not. She compensated by more movement of her head and legs. Her eyes started to flutter the further she pulled herself from the Sandman's grip.

Her screams shattered the silence that cocooned her when she recognized the knife. The feeling of the cling wrap that held Nyssa to the table did nothing to slow down her full bodied cries. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to remove herself from the tabletop. In all of her frenetic activities, Nyssa failed to grasp the fact that she was naked as well as secured.

The presence of another finally silenced her screams. She turned her wide eyes to a tall man dressed as a chief. He had a look of concern on his face, that immediately changed to one of glee.

"I wondered where you had gotten to." He strode quickly into the room towards Nyssa's violently trembling form. He snatched up the knife, and quickly headed for the door.

"Enjoy your stay. Toodle pip."
 
Gatekeeper9357 image 3

Please dont go, don't be afraid of me,
everyone else always run away from me.
I'm all alone, ive been all alone for a long time
I have no one to play with, no one to talk to
I know, will you be my new friend, my new pet
Will you play with me, please play with me
Come lets play a fun game of tag
Yes a friendly game of tag

Run and hide, Hide real good
Its been a long time since i had any fun
Make it last for as long as you can
I don't ever want this game to end
 
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Gatekeeper's Picture 3

"Black is night and time has come, time to sleep with the fishes little one..." Her voice called in a whispery tone; completely hollow as it sounded throughout the house, echoing in dark corners and unseen niches.

The pitter patter of a child's feet could be heard distantly, a small sob and then the sound of a sharp intake of breath as though a little girl was trying not to be heard. A dangerous game of hide and seek which caused the reaper to brandish her scythe. Her own feet gliding silently as she stalked across the floor towards the girl.

"Don't play games Melinda, time has come you devilish sinner..." The reaper whispered harshly, her voice coated in a thick growl of pure evil.

Her scythe swung in a blur and a two seater couch was hooked and sent into a backward spin to reveal the little girl nestled behind it in tears. Her strawberry curls matted and her bright innocent blue eyes looking up at the grim form of the female before her.

"No don't take me please! I won't do it ever again!" She pleaded with the reaper, barely eight years old in appearance.

The reaper grinned, "But Melinda is wicked and comes to me this time, she cannot help it and now she is mine!"

The girl known as Melinda broke into tears, "But it wasn't supposed to happen like that!"

The reaper gripped her arm tightly and hauled her up, "Victim killed you, yes she did and then she died so you wouldn't win. So now you come to the darkest place of all and no longer shall you stop and stall."

Suddenly the girl ceased her tears upon hearing her destination, "Reaper is bad, reaper shouldn't play, reaper comes here to die today!"

A knife came from behind her back and plunged straight into the scythe weilding woman's chest, the little girl's voice became demonic, gruff and...male?

"End simulation!"

The holograms disappeared and the girl's form flickered and became that of a six foot man towering over the reaper who had lost her holographic scythe.

"You fucking bastard! You fucking stabbed me?!" She screamed as she punched her fist into his chest.

"Told you to cut that rhyming bullshit out babe." He gripped her wrist in one powerful hand and crushed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss, ending her little rant about her simulated demise.


~ Hope I did okay, been awhile since I have written very well and I've never done anything like this before :eek: ~
 
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I declare a thumb war.. ;) Cool idea, Mephistophelily.
 
Gatekeeper9357 Image 1

He watched as the sheer white dress clung to her form, leaving nothing to the imagination ... but yet so elegant and pure. She was a vision of innocence, deep brown eyes staring longingly out the window, her pale face delicately framed with dark hair.

“Tell me what you are thinking little one,” he said as he watched her. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. A hint of sadness tainted her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her legs, hugging herself while she rested her head on her knees. A single strand of raven hair spiralled down her arm.

“Will you ever let me go?” She asked as her eyes suddenly locked on his, pleadingly.

“No my love, you are mine for all eternity,” he whispered huskily.

A single solitary tear trailed down her cheek as she stared at him in mute silence.

“Rise, my sweet angel,” he said.

She slowly stood from the chair, graciously letting her hands slip across her body to hang at her sides as the dress shimmered to the floor, pulling tightly around every curve of her young and supple body. It strained across her breasts, circling around her waist to flair out around her hips, giving a tantalising glimpse of the heaven that lay between. The heavy lace detail adorned her legs and arms ... barely hiding the manacle attached to her ankle.

He stared in silence at the exquisite beauty that stood before him ... here for his private viewing ... and sampling.
 
filthysami's #4

"What?"

Joel entered the bathroom of his hotel room only to find it and his sister covered in blood.

Kari hums to herself as she smears the blood around her belly.

There's a man propped up on the toilet. Though his face is gone, he appears to be watching Kari "bathe".

"I left you alone for five goddamn minutes!"

"I only needed one."

The dead man's body leans forward and falls off the toilet.

"Obviously."

Kari smears the blood along her arms.

"And why the fuck are you naked?"

"Hmm? Oh, well I took off my clothes when I finished so I could play a bit before I clean up. He didn't see anything if that's what you're worried about."

"Aren't you going to turn on the water?"

"Not yet. It's still warm. Here, feel."

Kari grabs her brother's hand, placing it on her stomach.

Joel takes his hand away, and wipes off the blood in the dead man's hair. Frustrated, he turns on the sink to wash the rest of the filth off his hands.

"I still don't see what your problem is. It was your idea to kill 'im."

"Yeah. But you fucking knew I wanted to watch."
 
Sami's #4

Her giggles grew louder as the water stopped flowing, her hands splashing in the water as the crystal clear waves became mixed with crimson. Messy, messy. Oh dear.

"Don't worry, baby. We'll get you all cleaned up...," she called in a singsong voice, reaching to take the soap from the side of the tub as she washed her own hands and arms. "I told you baby, we'll always be together. Always, always. Forever and ever and ever. I remind you of that every day, don't I, baby?"

She paused in her cleansing, glancing to the young man settled on the toilet seat.

"Can't hear you, baby...," she crooned, placing a dripping hand around her ear, leaning out a bit more toward him as he kept his mouth tightly shut, a stare of pure hatred in his eyes. "Why aren't you talking as loud as you were earlier? When you said you wanted to leave me, baby? When you called me a bitch, baby? When you said I was crazy, baby? What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

She looked back into the tub, cooing out softly as something caught her eye. "Oh, wait.. That's right... -I do.-"
 
Sami's #3

(Fucking chilling Lily. Nice job. You too Mr. Zpitt.)

He'd been driving all night, and there was still no truck stop. He could feel his hands getting sweaty against the wheel, and his eyes start to close. How long had he been driving this route, he couldn't find the fucking Flying J? His eyes closed a moment and he almost veered from the road, the thump thump thump of tires on the grated shoulder waking him. He needed to pull over. Somewhere, anywhere. He just needed a bit of rest.

There. How hadn't he seen that before, a little motel off the Trans Canada, he veered his semi going down an access road that wasn't marked, before disappearing in the neon glow of a welcome sign. As he pulled down he could see illuminated in his lights the small wood ahead of him, and the thick wild grass on either side. And just in front two women. Beautiful, naked but for stockings, and holding hands. What the hell were they? And what were they doing here?

He stepped down from his truck to approach them, naked women in the middle of the highway were usually looking for a ride, and would gladly take a good shot in the back of the mouth for it, he opened his mouth ready to ask where they were headed when they walked towards him, their joined hands swinging. When next anyone saw, two gorgeous naked bottoms were walking through the mist that was once a driver, a truck and forty tonnes of lumber, vanished in the morning sun.
 
What a fantastic idea Lily. Here are some of my pics.
 
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