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We were able to visit southern Nevada’s premier source for all your leather and bondage needs. While perusing the available literature, I was reminded of what an unfair world it is in that someone other than aikainkauna published these first.


#or as she may be heretoforth be known as#spanky
Ahahahahahahaha! Call me “spanky” and I shall strangle you, and not in a sexy Torsten Barring sort of way. Although, last winter, when I introduced the Connie film being shown at the local cinema club (I was giving them a short talk on the man himself), I introduced myself as “Hi, my name is [real name], but ‘Mistress’ is also fine.” (I may or may not have been dressed like a dominatrix-y goth vamp at the time.) So, you know. 

But omfg. Perhaps I should publish The Compleat Torsten Barring and His Ways ov Turning Thy Soul Inside Oute? 

Oh, wait, I already have, haven’t I?

fookyeahconradveidt:

We were able to visit southern Nevada’s premier source for all your leather and bondage needs. While perusing the available literature, I was reminded of what an unfair world it is in that someone other than aikainkauna published these first.

FIC: The Parting of Petals (Jaffar/Princess, Princess/Halima, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC), part 5/5

Title: The Parting of Petals (Part 5/5, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Halima/Princess, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/Halima/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Anal sex, BDSM, caning, fisting, group sex (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~35 700 words
Summary: Yassamin discovers she is capable of desiring women as well as men. However, she is unsure about acting upon those desires. Jaffar is only glad to help her, every step of the way.

A/N: The fifth part of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Follows immediately on from Gardens Beyond Byzantium, but just like the other stories in the series, can be read as a standalone.

They begin with her tied by the wrists to one of the bedposts, naked, facing him. He has shed his hesitation along with most of his clothes: he has undressed himself to the waist, pacing gracefully across the carpet in his bare feet, whistling.

"It’s bad luck to whistle," she says, squirming in her bonds because she knows the sight brings him pleasure.

He twirls the cane in his fingers and grins, a sight that never fails to make her cunny tighten. “And do you know why they say that, my child?”

She stutters a little. “It… well, it attracts malicious djinn, does it not?”

He swishes his cane past her face, then leans in for a leer. “And am I not the master of all djinn? See, I thought I would have punished but the grief for so tormenting you, but it looks like I may have to punish you, too, for insulting me so.”

He is now leaning so close his eyes are crossed—he is smiling like such a fool that she bursts into laughter and so does he, kissing her for a long while. Despite the presence of the cane, it is a kiss that fills her entire chest with warmth, makes her glow with love, happiness. “As long as you do not bring djinn into the bedroom, husband.”

"Now, that is where even I will draw the line,” he murmurs against her lips and pulls back, taking a few long strides to show off, making his cane whistle through the air. “I have my hands full with my little demoness, right here.”

FIC: The Parting of Petals (Jaffar/Princess, Princess/Halima, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC), part 3/5

Title: The Parting of Petals (Part 3/5, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Halima/Princess, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/Halima/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Anal sex, BDSM, caning, fisting, group sex (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~35 700 words
Summary: Yassamin discovers she is capable of desiring women as well as men. However, she is unsure about acting upon those desires. Jaffar is only glad to help her, every step of the way.

A/N: The fifth part of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Follows immediately on from Gardens Beyond Byzantium, but just like the other stories in the series, can be read as a standalone.

He walks up to her and nudges her chin with the curled tip of his boot. “Get up.”

She does, her hair a mess over her face, but he does not give her time to even panic as the next three strokes hit her buttocks, the fourth sending her onto the floor once more. She thinks of praying for him to stop, but cannot, cannot form words when even thoughts are a broken jumble in her head. All she can do is to curl up on the floor on her side, panting, staring into the distance.

"Pathetic," he snarls and whips her hair aside so that he can see her face, feast upon her pain. She knows he does not mean those words, but in this moment, they are real: in this moment, she is a pathetic wretch, and he—oh, he is erect, she can see it, see the bulge now lifting his silks as he squats beside her.

"But six strokes and you have crumpled," he sneers, wiping his nose with his thumb. "You didn’t think of this when you made eyes at your Byzantine tiger, did you?” He whips her thighs, her belly so that she spasms, then gets up and pushes her onto her back with his foot. “You didn’t cover yourself from him like this, so why are you now covering yourself from me? Hmm?”

"Please, Jaffar, please, stop—" she lifts her knees to her belly, clasps her breasts with her hands. Yet she does not utter the word "Mercy," the one they have agreed upon to stop the play. She wants none, even if her lips may speak the opposite. Thus, she covers herself once more, wanting to be uncovered, begs for him to stop so that she can be sure he won’t. “Please spare me.”

FIC: The Parting of Petals (Jaffar/Princess, Princess/Halima, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC), part 2/5

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Title: The Parting of Petals (Part 2/5, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Halima/Princess, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/Halima/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Anal sex, BDSM, caning, fisting, group sex (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~35 700 words
Summary: Yassamin discovers she is capable of desiring women as well as men. However, she is unsure about acting upon those desires. Jaffar is only glad to help her, every step of the way.

A/N: The fifth part of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Follows immediately on from Gardens Beyond Byzantium, but just like the other stories in the series, can be read as a standalone.

She groans, her head lolling onto his shoulder, jerking as his hand meets her cunny. “What sins did I ever commit to have God punish me with a husband too perverse to torture?”

"And yet he blessed me with a wife like you. You know what they say; God gives us of his bounty far beyond what we deserve," he sighs happily and kisses her cheek, stroking her. "Watch."

As if she could ever tear her eyes away. As the girls force Gol to bend over, offering her buttocks and her cunny to Halima, Yassamin whimpers. And this whimper is one of a desire she can no longer deny: she stirs as much as she imagines a man does at this sight, blood rushing to her cunny, her mouth watering at her need to taste Gol. “She is beautiful,” she moans, biting her lip.

Jaffar but chuckles and dips his fingers inside of Yassamin, letting out an intoxicated groan as he feels her pulsing around his fingers. “So you do respond to women after all,” he drawls, fucking her shallowly, then sucks upon his fingers to taste her. “Shall we take a closer look?”

FIC: The Parting of Petals (Jaffar/Princess, Princess/Halima, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC), part 1/5

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Title: The Parting of Petals (Part 1/5, completed fic)
Author: Snowgrouse
Fandom: The Thief of Bagdad (1940)
Pairing: Jaffar/Princess, Halima/Princess, Jaffar/Halima, Princess/OFC, Jaffar/Princess/Halima/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Erotica, PWP
Warnings: Anal sex, BDSM, caning, fisting, group sex (full list of tags on Ao3)
Length: ~35 700 words
Summary: Yassamin discovers she is capable of desiring women as well as men. However, she is unsure about acting upon those desires. Jaffar is only glad to help her, every step of the way.

A/N: The fifth part of the Of Roses Unfurling series. Follows immediately on from Gardens Beyond Byzantium, but just like the other stories in the series, can be read as a standalone.

Halima but laughs, laughs from the bottom of her lungs, a knowing laughter that sends a shiver down Yassamin’s spine. “Did you ever not wonder about that scar on his chest?” she says, now moving her hands to Yassamin’s hips. “He tried to take me once, and if the knife hadn’t glanced off his ribs, Jaffar the Barmakid would not be king, nor Halima a slave.”

Yassamin’s breath stops. She knows the exact scar Halima is talking about, and had asked Jaffar about it once. Jaffar had waved it off as a battle scar—close enough to the truth, then. And shouldn’t she be happy, now that she knows Halima does not love him? It’s what she had been fearing for so long, what she had always presumed—

"I always thought you and he…" she mumbles, still disbelieving.

"Then you were wrong, mistress," Halima says, slapping Yassamin’s arse playfully. But it’s not the slap that makes Yassamin cry out, no; it’s the way Halima now squeezes her buttocks, spreads them. "Oh, you have been wrong about so many things."

Higher-res versions of the better covers for Dance With the Devil.

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?”

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