I guess you could say I edited this one myself which is never a good idea. If you find a mistake, that's all on me. I struggle to find editors that remain around for my long absences. Plus I write pretty sporadically these days.
This introduction is copied almost verbatim from Chapter 1.
Late in 2012 I was contacted by a new fan who had an idea for a story, but felt she lacked the talent to bring it to life. I am honoured she chose to contact me to attempt this. It could be considered a parody of a sort, of American Horror Story: Asylum, and that is where inspiration for this story was drawn, but the resulting flower from that seed is far different than what graces your TV sets. We do not include the same characters, it is not set in 1964 and our goal is not to terrify or horrify, although we don't mind disturbing you a little bit. Our cast will be sexy, horny, busty and will go far beyond a lot of the boundaries in which I usually write. As an extra little bit of titillating information for you, I will tell you that she cast herself for this story as well as some other acquaintances of hers. She appears as Deb in the series. If you'd like to provide feedback to her for her idea, you should comment at the end, or address any private feedback to her when you send it to me.
Another important point to be made is that classifying this story was difficult. There are elements of BDSM in some parts in minor ways, there will be Anal at times, perhaps some Erotic Horror, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Fetish, Group Sex, I like to think I write Humorously whenever possible and in a way this could be considered a vague Satire, there's likely to be some Lesbian Sex, perhaps some Cheating Wives, some Non-consensual sex, some Toys and Masturbation and finally, with the cast of weird and wonderful characters, we cannot promise a complete absence of Transgender or Cross-dressing individuals. We're going to list the tags at the start of each chapter to make them immediately accessible upon opening a chapter, so that you're pre warned. In light of all that, we've chosen Fetish, as it's probably the broadest and could be used to describe almost any story anyway, everything is a fetish to some degree.
But don't be afraid, you can trust us, even the scariest of the above categories won't be so bad, you'll be surprised how many inmates of Meretrix Hills actually enjoy a touch of non-consensual and anal sex and our erotic horror weighs heavily on the erotic side of the scale. Or are we just trying to lure you in? You'll never know unless you read it, MWAH HAH HAH HAA!
Ahem, so now, we head back inside the stark building known as Meretrix Hills Asylum, specifically we go in through the loading bay, one of the more secure areas of the asylum. Surprisingly once we're inside we find very little security. A deal is underway in the laundry room, and one party is about to pay their end of the deal.
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Laura sunk to her knees reluctantly. Darren, the laundry attendant, was possibly the most unhygienic staff member of Meretrix Hills. He was certainly not the most physically intimidating, but he was high on the list, topping out at 6' tall and above average build. He was a strong man.
It had been almost six months since she'd had to do this. Unfortunately the raids for contraband were down lately, which meant there were fewer inmates trying to get their hands on things. Laura was the inmate in the asylum who could 'get things'. But if no one wanted anything, that left fewer bargaining chips for Laura to make her all important deals. The end result was that she had to do this particular distasteful duty herself.
"This is gonna be good Laura, none of these other sluts do it anywhere near as well as you."
Laura bit her bottom lip and fought the temptation to punch the filthy pervert in his balls with her strong right jab. It would cost her a lot to give in to the temptation. But it was going to be worth it just for the satisfaction? She balled up her fist and cocked her arm back ready to strike.
"Oh baby, look, I'm getting hard already, can you believe it? I'm not kidding, you really are the best."
Wow, if he was getting hard already, maybe she wouldn't even need to do the task at all.
She watched, with her arm still cocked ready to slug his nuts, as Darren lightly took hold of his hardening cock. It was somewhere between 6" and 7". He slowly stroked it a few times, then noticed that she hadn't actually started.
"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for, a formal invitation? Get to it," he berated her, before turning his head to look at her kneeling behind his arse.
Laura still hadn't decided what she was going to do, but didn't notice him turn to look at her.
Darren noticed her clenched fist and spun around like lightning, grabbing hold of her brunette hair and then slapping her across the face. She fell back to the floor and Darren watched her fall. He'd long ago given up on the idea his father instilled in him that boys shouldn't hit girls, as he'd seen how brutal the women of the asylum could be. The slap had been more shock than physical pain, and it was shock that caused her to fall back. He'd been around violent women for much of his life and he knew what he was doing.
"What are you thinking Laura? I'm not some little pipsqueak you can bully around. You know what I'm capable of. The way I see it we have three options here.
"One, we can call it quits, get dressed, I go back to work, you get the fuck out of here, and next week you arrange someone else to come and do what you so clearly do not want to do. I'm no rapist.
"Two, you swallow your pride, do what you do so well as a nice little treat for ol' Darren and he continues to uphold his end of the bargain."
Darren knew her well, and knew what she'd be thinking, which is why he mentioned the third option.
"Three, you pretend to swallow your pride and then when ol' Darren turns his back you punch him in the balls," he couldn't help looking uncomfortable at having to even say the words, "and avoid your end of the deal.
"Now, I should point out, while you ponder those choices, that option 1 and 3 involve poor Darren, sadly, having to cancel this week's package, because if your end of the deal isn't held up," he told her, crouching over her and raising his voice, "then neither is mine. You think about that you fucking bitch!"
Laura looked at him in fear. She'd be screwed if he didn't deliver the package. Being the person who could get things in a prison or an asylum was a precarious position. You were always under threat of deals falling through and outright theft and assault. If any of her deals fell through there'd be trouble. She could ultimately handle trouble, but it would be a lot of work.
Darren leaned back against the table and felt the reassuringly solid handle of the nightstick he kept with his uniform. He'd put it on the table earlier when he was getting ready to receive the latest loser in one of Laura's deals. He was holding it, knowing full well he might need it. Laura was a grade A nut-job. He used to work with her, and even then, when she'd been on the other side, you had to watch your back with her around. He knew something fishy had gone on for Laura to go from a nurse at the asylum to a patient and inmate, but it wasn't inconceivable for her to wind up in the jumpsuit. He gripped the stick warily, as he knew that even though he'd given her clear options and perfectly logical reasons for each one, she was almost as likely to suddenly jump at him like a fucking wildcat as she was to kneel down behind him and get busy.
Gouging out his eyes seemed like the most compelling option to Laura right now. He always thought he was so smart, it pissed her off. But she knew he was right as well. She was going to have to do it, as much as it made her feel sick. If she'd been in one of her moods, his manhood would have been in serious danger, but she wasn't. She'd avoided this for months, and afterwards she would just make sure she avoided it again for many more months.
He could see the resignation in her eyes and tried to control his excitement. He wasn't lying about her being the best at it. It didn't make sense that she was so good at it and yet hated to do it. He loved it and obsessed over it though. In fact, it was the only way he got hard these days. He couldn't help appraising her as she sat back on the floor.
Laura was 31, with an average build and just a little extra curve where it counted, over her hips, her arse and most of all her stellar, hefty fun-bags. They lay on her chest, uncovered, Laura having already stripped her plain, white, cotton, asylum-issue bra. The only thing she wore was a pair of white string bikini panties, not quite up to standard, but close enough to be overlooked. It left her belly tattoo in plain sight, but nothing could drag his eyes away from the silver rings adorning her nipples, with the little bulb at the bottom of each ring. When she stood up, naked, they'd swing forward and back with every minor movement she made. He'd never managed to get a straight answer out of her for why she got them, but they were fucking beautiful, and they left her nipples constantly erect. Her brown areolas were about the size of a Pringle can lid, and stood out amongst her olive breasts. Her brown eyes were windows to her psychosis, and Darren had learned to watch them closely. She was a passionate woman, no doubt about that, and it's probably what made her so good.