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FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 12/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 12/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

There were moments when I could barely see, barely hear from my trances of pain, and tonight was no exception. He’d strung me up with rope so that I was hanging from the ceiling by my wrists, tiptoeing upon the floor as he let the cat o’nine tails sing upon my skin. I had lost all sense of time; all I knew was the sweet, throbbing warmth of pain cocooning me, the white glimmer of his crooked smile.

By the time he had finished, it was dark, the only light in the room that of the candles and the flickering All Hallows’ lanterns outside. His features were swallowed by the shadows; I could only see the shape of his lashes, the curve of his mouth, the curl of smoke he now let escape through his lips. He stepped closer and the thin light beams from the lanterns struck his eyes, refracting from them as if from glass.

He smiled at me. “Come, my child. Daddy’s got something he’s wanted to show you for a long time.”

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 11/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 11/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," I sobbed into his ear, clutching him with all my limbs, shaking underneath him in orgasm. And again he became my Daddy for me, whispering "Laura" in my ear over and over, fucking the pain out of me, fucking the hurt out of me until it ran down over his balls, smeared all over our thighs. This was yet another deflowering, a broken and bruised Laura being slain, and I squeezed my pussy around his cock so that he would stay there forever, the only man who had ever been worthy to claim me this way. With his sperm, he washed my violation out of me; with his tongue, he kissed my pussy into bloom and took it again, again until we were both exhausted, spent.

"Laura, Laura," he whispered into my ear as he lay on top of me, an incantation, a spell, a summoning of my true essence. One crowned with laurels, his empress, his queen, just like he’d always said. And with his kisses he crowned my brow anew; with his cock swimming in sperm and my sweetness, he re-anointed me; with the weight of his body he enthroned me. A restoration, a resurrection, the sound of water and leaves whispering around me and he the very forest itself, the darkness we had sprung from, he a Sweden alive and humming in my arms.

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 10/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 10/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

"There’s a call for you, Miss. Your father. Says it’s urgent."

Torsten was frantic. “Don’t stay at the party, please, you’ve got to leave the party,” he yelled down the line. “Get here now! I don’t have time to explain, and I can’t; not on the telephone.” His voice was high-pitched, quavering, shrieky from hysteria. “Please, Laura. Get here as fast as you can.” And at that, he hung up.

Fuck.

Eighteen minutes of speeding and a well-bribed taxi driver later, I arrived at the apartment. Torsten was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands, his tuxedo rumpled. He didn’t even look up at me.

"The bathroom," he said, quietly.

I knew what had happened before I even stepped inside. I closed my eyes before I opened the door, then forced myself to look.

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 9/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 9/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

And at our table, when there were fewer others sitting at it, all of them engaged in mindless chatter with each other, Torsten slipped his hand inside of my dress. The heat of his hand, the skill of it, the knowledge of it as it traced my vertebrae, as it slid down my tailbone—my pussy, my womb were jolted with heat, a heat that wanted to erupt from my mouth a moan, but I bit down on it at the last minute. That’s exactly what he wanted, wanted to see how well I could control myself, how obedient I could be. Even as he reached lower and dipped a finger into my ass, pushing it past the muscle, tugging at it at an event with three hundred people in attendance, with only the back of my chair shielding the act. I covered my mouth with a napkin so I could bite it, pant into it as he fucked my ass with his finger, a cigarette in his other hand, looking casual.

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 8/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 8/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

Torsten looked over his shoulder at Smythe. “What would you like her to do, Sir Cyril?”

Smythe lifted his cane a little. “Play with her,” he said, seeming unimpressed. “As we agreed to.”

I squirmed in delight. “Oh! I know lots of games we can play—”

"Quiet," Torsten said, sternly. "This is a very serious matter, my child."

"I’m sorry, Daddy," I said, casting my eyes down, but immediately looked back up at him. "But I don’t understand. He just said he wanted us to play?"

Torsten lifted my chin with such gentleness, with such lascivious languor in his eyes that a shiver ran straight from my jaw to my pussy. “He wants us to play a very special game, my child. A serious one, one only adults are allowed to play. But you are a precocious child, aren’t you, Laura? Big enough to play grown women’s games? Even if it might hurt a little?”

Now his eyes grew colder, hungrier and the shivers that ran through me turned into those of fear. Pretend rape, Torsten had said. He can’t get it up if the girl doesn’t resist. That fear now twisted inside of me, strangling my innards. Torsten could truly hurt me if he wanted to, and I had no doubt whatsoever that he would; the adult me and the child me were both worried about what he would do to give Smythe the show of a lifetime. And yet, the child-whore in me, the masochist in me, the slave in me now howled inwardly in her lust, her pussy tightening into that of a girl’s so that her Daddy could invade it, claim it, deflower it once more.

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 7/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 7/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

Torsten knelt on the bed, lifted his hand and snapped something beside my ear. “Remember these, my love?” He held out half a dozen wooden clothespins in his hand.

"No," I winced and closed my eyes. "I mean, I do—"

"She doesn’t like them," Torsten crooned past my legs at Acheron.

Acheron nodded, purred. “And that’s exactly why she needs them.” He reached beside the bed for his discarded trousers and lifted out something else: a pair of vicious-looking metal clamps, attached to each other with a chain. Oh, God. He snapped their teeth in front of my face, leering. “These will hurt even more, of course. But you would like that, wouldn’t you, my dear?”

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 6/12

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Title: Dance With the Devil (part 6/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

The evening started with champagne and chatter. Just like at any fine gathering, there were introductions—only everyone used mythological aliases here, too. The only thing that set this event apart from ordinary parties was the room itself. It was a high ballroom with mirrored walls, Rococo paintings with oversized, gilt frames and chandeliers, yet the furniture was extraordinary: there was a strange, many-armed contraption that was a genuine Rococo sex chair, I was told, built for Catherine the Great herself. Other pieces included padded leather benches not dissimilar to vaulting horses and richly decorated, Oriental beds large enough for, well, orgies. In one corner stood a rack full of various types of whips, crops and canes for the guests’ perusal.

"I could grow to like this," I said as I sunk into a giant, plush Louis XIV chair with a glass of champagne in hand.

"It is quite impressive." Torsten lay down at my feet over some cushions, took off my shoe and poured his champagne into it, sipping from it with exaggerated delight.

I nudged his head with my toes, mussing up his hair a little. “Show-off.”

"It’s an expensive enough champagne," he murmured, capturing my ankle cuff and bringing my toes to his lips. "Besides, someone’s got to start with the debaucheries. It always takes a while to get people going."

"Let’s show them, then," I said and leaned down to kiss him.

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 5/12

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Title: Dance With the Devil (part 5/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

My favourite, and that of Torsten’s, was when he turned the sharpest point of his cruelty upon us. It was an elaborate game, one he loved to start from a stage where both Birgitte and I played innocent. He would spend long moments hypnotising us, regressing us until we felt, acted and became little girls. He loved nothing more than to sit and smoke on the scarlet room’s sofa, the very image of the dignified father in his pinstriped suit and polished shoes, adoring his two little girls: his daughter and her best friend. We would kneel at his feet in short, frilled dresses and white knee socks, with ribbons in our hair, glowing with happiness, our cheeks flushed from the fire. He would give us priceless, exquisitely sculpted dolls to play with—even if they were nowhere near as pretty as we were, he told us—and we spent long evenings playing with them, crafting stories for them while he sat and watched.

From those evenings, those trances I would always remember the scents and the textures best: his brandy, his cigarettes, cigars; the scratch of his moustache on my cheek as he hugged us and kissed us. The scraping sound porcelain limbs made on porcelain limbs as we tied the dolls together when they were captured by Indians, wizards, medieval tyrants. That’s how the play always ended, somehow, the dolls being tied up, whipped, spanked. Torsten, however, never guided us to do so—that was the way Birgitte had always played with her dolls, she told me, and I was astonished to find out that I had not been the only one. In the waking world, we talked about this, sometimes—how strange was it that we had both had these needs and desires from childhood, and how lucky were we to have found him to fulfill them?

We were lucky, very lucky indeed as he knelt between us to play with us, feeding us drugged candy, his hands lingering upon our soft little arms and knees. In turn, we would coo at him, invite him to join our games. We’d tie him into a chair and blindfold him—we’d captured the tyrant and danced a victory dance around him, ululating, screaming, giggling madly in delight. We’d slap him, tickle him, taunt him with kisses and bites; and oh, the way he panted as he struggled, the way his erection rose in his trousers! We’d leave him loosely tied so that he could lean forwards and snap his teeth at us, trying to catch us: we made piercing shrieks of delight when his teeth caught our skirts, or better yet, our skin.

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 4/12

Title: Dance With the Devil (part 4/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3).
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

He was heaving, his wet cock slapping against his stomach, strings of Birgitte’s spit dangling off it. “I think it’s high time we retreated to the mirror room. I want you to see yourselves,” he said, shaking us both by the hair until we whimpered, “see what a pair of little sluts you really are.”

And at that, he threw us down onto the floor. When I tried to get up, he put his foot on my chest and pinned me down, pressing until I choked. My heart pounded against his foot as he leaned down, down, putting more and more of his weight upon me; I thought he would break my sternum any moment and I panicked. Yet, he only leaned down to pick up one of Birgitte’s stockings, one of mine.

He gestured to Birgitte. “Come here.”

Deftly, he tied the end of each stocking around our collars, each of us now on a makeshift leash. He laughed and shook his head at his own ingenuity, at what we must have looked like: two ruined girls with their faces wet, their pussies wet, staring up at him in bafflement.

He grinned and yanked on the stockings so that we fell onto our hands and knees. “Come on, then.”

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 2/12

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Title: Dance With the Devil (part 2/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however.

He snuck his fingers into the waistband and peeked inside, then laughed in mock shock. “But Laura, Laura! It’s all smooth down here.” He pulled the panties lower so that my thighs were trapped together, framing my pussy, pressing its lips together in offering. “A smooth little baby pussy,” he crooned.

At his words, I shook so much my hips came off the floor. I cried out loudly as he pulled me to lie down on my side, so that he could spread my buttocks, look at my pussy and my ass. He just chuckled. “You know exactly what your Daddy likes.”

A little baby pussy. I reeled at his words, the way he articulated the exact perversity of what we were doing. And again, he purred it, “A smooth little baby pussy,” leaning down to lap at me in uninhibited, sick delight. And which one of us was more insane, he or I? Because I loved this, loved being violated over and over, giving myself to my beloved uncle, my beloved father over and over. I could have left him long ago, could have rejected his desires, but why should I have if those desires matched mine exactly? I laughed inside at the idea of what would have happened had Fate never brought us together. Would he have become a real molester, preying on true innocents instead of the child who was born a whore? Would I have burned myself to exhaustion seducing older men, none of whom would have dared give me this, the father-lover I had always sought?

FIC: Dance With the Devil (Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring, NC-17), part 1/12

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Title: Dance With the Devil (part 1/12, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: A Woman’s Face (1941), original fiction
Pairing: Torsten Barring/Laura Erika Barring (genderswapped and aged Lars-Erik), Torsten/Laura/OCs
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, Darkfic
Warnings:  Incest, underage, anal sex, hard BDSM, watersports, fisting, some noncon, some scat (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~100 000 words
Summary:  Laura and Torsten leave war-torn Europe for America, taking on new lovers and indulging in new debaucheries. As they descend into the clandestine world of New York’s elite sex clubs, they soon discover the patrons gamble with more than just their reputations. After falling afoul of a sinister English nobleman, they realise their very lives may be at stake.
A/N:  A sequel to Because the World Belongs to the Devil. Will not make much sense without knowledge of the first part. You needn’t have seen the movie to enjoy either story, however. (And if you’re here just for the Tom Hiddleston OC slash scene in this chapter, CTRL+F to “Little Empress”.)

He was afraid, deathly afraid even as I sucked him, his buttocks clenching as I cupped them. “What’s the matter?” I asked in my sweetest voice. “Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

"Yes," he rasped, then bit his lip as he realised how blunt he had been.

"Then why did you come?" I asked, spread his legs and lay on top of him. "Why did you come?" I asked again and rubbed my cock against his, trapping them both between our bellies. When he still refused to answer, I pinned his wrists down upon the pillows and stared into his eyes. "Is it that no one has hurt you the right way yet, Robbie? And you’re curious?

GUESS FUCKING WHAT

THE MAIN WRITING PROCESS ON THE SEQUEL TO DEVIL IS FUCKING DONE

Holy. Crap. 98 473 words in 48 days, guys. And, oh, it’s my longest fic ever, NBD.

Don’t take your knickers off just yet, though. I’ll be proofreading this fucker for at least a month to come because it’s that huge. But it’s going to be a long and juicy read at 11 chapters and about, uh, *counts* approximately 24 sex scenes, depending on how you count.

Because. Um. Yeah.

Torsten Barring.

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